The Deal (London Suits 0.50)

I couldn’t help the small smile playing across my lips as he carelessly threw his clothes to the floor. He was so neat, so orderly, all the time—I loved the fact that I had this effect on him.

He stood in front of me in just his underwear, and I drank in the hard planes of his muscles, flexing under my gaze. I ran my hands down his body, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, exposing his erection.

Sinking to my knees, I gripped him in my hands and looked up at him.

“Suck my cock, Avery.” His voice was low, his gaze darkened.

I parted my lips, my tongue swirling around the head. Fuck. He was so big. There was no way I was going to be

able to take his whole length into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, easing him in, getting into a rhythm as he held my head in place, his fingers tangled in my hair. I cupped his balls in one hand, the other holding the base of his cock as I sucked and licked him, my hand stroking him in time with my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, as much of him as I could fit in.

He let out a guttural groan, pushing against me, filling my mouth completely, and my eyes watered as his tip hit my throat.

His body tensed. “I’m going to come,” he gritted out. “Don’t stop. Please.” He held my head in place as he came in my mouth, his hot, salty flavour slipping down my throat as I swallowed.

Releasing his grip on my hair, he moved back, half-lidded and dazed. “I’ve been imagining your ruby-red lips wrapped around my cock, but the fantasy had nothing on the reality.”

How long had he been imagining it? Gathering my composure, I rose to my feet. “I aim to please.”

“Avery, you more than pleased me. You—fuck, I have no words.” His gaze met mine, something in it giving me pause. The way he was looking at me…

I shook my head internally. I needed to stop reading into things. He’d made it clear this was a one-night deal.

One, unforgettable night. No holds barred.

I was giving him everything I had.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across my body. “Let’s take this into my room. I want to have you in my bed.”

“Yes.”

10

Ethan

If I’d thought about the situation logically, my conclusion would have been that this was a terrible idea—it was going to lead to all sorts of complications. Logic had no place here, however. Still in her heels, Avery walked into my bedroom, her ass swaying suggestively. She glanced back over her shoulder at me, a sultry smile curving her lips, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.

I caught up with her with one long stride, spinning her around and sweeping her into my arms. She gave one of those breathy sighs, sliding against my cock. Fuck, she was so ready for me. I laid her down on the crisp white bedsheets, and she stared up at me. She looked beautiful, a dark-haired siren with sapphire eyes, tempting me beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d been with plenty of women in the past, but I’d never felt this all-consuming need to be inside someone, to claim them, to see them fall apart under me.

“Ready so soon?” Avery licked her lips, staring at my growing erection.

“That’s what you do to me. I’ve been walking around with an almost constant hard-on ever since I saw you in that red dress.” I crawled over her, bending down to kiss her throat. She shuddered, moaning.

“One second.” I moved to the edge of the bed and fumbled for my wallet, which I’d left on my bedside table. I pulled out a condom, impatiently ripping open the packet and rolling it on.

Moving back over her body I slid my cock slowly against her wetness, making her moan again. I felt her kick off her heels, and she stared up at me, the lust in her eyes overshadowed by apprehension.

“Not too fast,” she whispered, biting her lip. “You’re big, and I haven’t been with anyone for a while.”

“I’ll never hurt you, Avery.” Our lips met, and I slid my hand down between us, touching her until she was panting beneath me.

“Inside” was all she managed to say before she was gripping my ass and I was easing myself into her tight wet heat. I went as slow as I could, letting her adjust to my size, until I was all the way in, and she hooked her legs around me, pulling my face back down to hers, sliding her fingers through my hair.

“Okay?” I spoke against her lips, and she nodded.

“More than okay.”

After that, there was no more talking.