The Seller

"No" The look in her eyes was brazen. Her orgasm had freed her. "I don't care. In fact…I like the idea of being seen with you."

A dark thrill ran through his veins.

She put her hands on his knees and stretched up to kiss him, her lips soft and lush, tender beneath his. She smelled of musk and sex and life.

Her fingers moved across his thigh to his cock and wrapped around it where it reared up from his shorts. She drew back, breaking the kiss, and another wave of lust pooled in his groin as her head dropped towards his lap, her lips parting.

He mouthed a silent curse as her lovely mouth closed over the engorged head of his cock. Her lips molded over its swollen tip, slowly sinking onto it, then her tongue swept over the underside of his crown while her fingers reached for his balls.

His hands fisted against the seat when she took it deep into her mouth, riding it in and out, her moves threatening to make him come far too quickly.

"Stop. I have to be inside you."

Her gorgeous green eyes were bright with pleasure.

He was desperate for her, angling his hips on the seat. "I want to feel you here, now." He pulled a condom from his pocket, his hands near useless as he tore it open. He managed to roll it on, one hand closing tight around his shaft, the other reaching for her.

She hauled her skirt up, anchoring it around her hips, and kicked off her shoes. Her perfume, heavy with musk and honeysuckle, was tempered with smell of her sex, as intoxicating as nectar to him. She straddled him, her legs either side of the seat, her thighs enclosing his hips. She rubbed against the hard surface of his cock, catching the sensitive skin on the underside. She was wet, like honey, and his cock slid up against her clitoris, the full head of it rolling against the swollen nub. As she lowered onto his straining erection he rested his hands around her waist, wanting to hold her, force her down.

He breathed out loudly. Each sensation was inexorably tortuous and pleasurable. She led the head of his cock to her and let it press home. A flush of arousal marked her face and neck. Demand throbbed inside him and his hands locked on her waist. The pull of her body on his cock was exquisite. He groaned, his head going back. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his cock thrusting up inside her tight sheath and he moved his hands from her waist over her breasts and up into her hair as it fell against him.

"Naomi. Oh, Naomi."

She began to ride his shaft in regular movements, gripping the back of the seat and freed her movements, grinding with determination.

"Oh yes." He sprawled on the seat, his hands resting on the bunched fabric of her skirt around her hips while she rode him with abandon, looking down at him with passion in her eyes.

She stroked his hair. Her mouth opened as she rocked slightly and massaged the head of his cock deep inside her. He cupped her buttocks and leaned his face into her chest, every moment sending him closer to the edge. He wanted to lock her body to his. He held on, battling with his self-control – he was going to come and he wanted to wait for her. He felt her begin to reach.

"You fill me," she whispered, leaning over his face, breathing the words into his ear. He swelled further inside her at her words, his cock rigid, his balls locked in an iron grip. She tilted her hips higher, clutching at him with her strong inner muscles. Her head dipped back. "There's a man looking at us, watching me fuck you."

Lucas didn't care if it was true or not, it was her reaction to the concept that fascinated him. "He's jealous. He wishes he was in my place."

She tossed her hair, laughing aloud, and worked herself up and down on him more wildly.

She liked the idea of an audience. It was what he needed to know. He was sweating from the intensity of the thumping orgasm building in his balls. "Oh sweet Naomi," he said, "I'm going to come."

She flexed her back and worked her hips faster.

He felt her cunt clamp.

When his cock began to reach, he crushed his face into her breasts and her arms enclosed his head there. He held her tightly and they did not separate, coming violently in unison.

Lucas caught his breath, and glanced back over his shoulder.

A curtain twitched shut.

There had been someone. And Naomi hadn't cared.

Chapter Five

Lucas had instructed her to act as if it were a normal week during the daytime. That was nigh on impossible for Naomi. How could she be normal when she knew she was meeting Lucas Eaglestone at the end of each workday? The fact he was so close by tortured her. Close enough to run to, yet he set invisible boundaries. Did he know how much it tormented her? Probably.

They both had jobs to do though, responsibilities. She did try, busying herself in the shop, adding details to the ideas sketchpad she kept under the counter. But Lucas's presence hovered nearby all the time, constantly making desire pump through her veins.

Questions circled her mind, questions about Georgio Melandros, the buyer for the Eaglestone agency, and the potential of starting over with her business plans. Would it be possible? Could she allow herself to believe Lucas would stay out of it? Her need to trust him was also marred by the feeling she was selling out somehow, and yet she couldn't afford to toss away the opportunity of top representation when she and her family had put so much into the business. It seemed to make the days apart even longer when her moods swung between elation and doubt, trust and fear.

Desire always won out as the clock ticked closer to their rendezvous. Whatever her doubts she couldn't stop herself going to him – couldn't stop herself longing for his dominance, for his guiding hand in their physical affair.