No Turning Back (Man-Maid 1)

She had a feeling that once they were alone, pie would be the last thing on her mind. “That sounds perfect.”

Jensen stood and then held her chair for her. Marquetta looked at AJ, Seth and Ames. “It was great meeting you. I hope I do you all justice with my design.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” AJ said, and the two men vying for AJ’s attention offered their agreements.

Soon, she was in her car, following Jensen back to his house. When they arrived, he escorted her inside and closed the door behind them. “So, uh, let me just get that pie.”

Marquetta’s face softened. She reached up and stroked a finger over his lips. He took her wrist and placed several small kisses in her palm, melting her heart further. “Pie isn’t what I came here for, Jensen.”

She dropped her hand and began to unbutton her blouse. Once she had it undone, she pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Jensen’s gaze landed on her lace-covered breasts. His stare seemed to prompt her nipples to pull into tight peaks beneath the see-through fabric.

“Damn.” Jensen licked his lips and reached out to rub the backs of his knuckles over one of her nipples. Could Marquetta feel the light touch clear to her clit? “You make me wish I were the painter here,” he murmured. “Maybe if I had you on canvas, I could keep you forever.”

“How about we just start with tonight and see where it leads?” Her hands went to her skirt next, and Jensen held his breath. She pulled the button free and slid down the zipper. As she let the black skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it, Jensen’s hands fisted.

She unsnapped the front hook of her bra and let the material drift open. Her breasts spilled free, and she cupped them both, but her own small hands couldn’t contain them. “What do you say?” she murmured.

“I want you so much, I think I might explode.” Jensen moved forward, caging her in.

She took his breath away, standing before him in nothing but her lace panties and high-heeled shoes. Her silken gold hair spilled down her back. His hands flexed, aching to stroke somewhere, everywhere.

Her eyes widened when he seized her hips and pulled her forward. She lost her balance and landed against him. She grabbed his upper arms and nestled her pelvis into his growing erection. “I loved what you did the other night, Jensen. It was amazing. But I need more. So much more.”

Her words were husky, and Jensen wanted to rip off his jeans and drive himself into her. He held himself in check—barely. He wouldn’t make her regret her decision. By the time he was through, she’d be well loved and begging him to do it all over again.

At least that was the plan.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you right now,” he said, hoping to make her see how she affected him. “You’re on dangerous ground, little girl, and there’s no going back.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered as she flattened her palms against his chest.

“Thank you, God,” he groaned as he dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his face against the silken skin of her firm belly. “I love your body. The skin here is as soft as satin.”

He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing just as he’d wanted to. He held her still while he played with other parts of her precious body. “You’re so goddamn sexy, sweetheart.” He reached up and pinched her nipple. She whimpered, and his cock thickened. “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”

His gaze journeyed up the length of her. Jensen saw the blush that stole into her cheeks. “You knew I’d go nuts over those fuck-me pumps, didn’t you?”

She nodded shyly at his crude words, and he grinned. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Most of all, I love these pretty little panties, red being my favorite color and all. But they’re in my way.”

Not wasting another second, he gripped the lace material and ripped. Marquetta’s startled intake of breath prompted him to demand, “You still want this?”

He held himself rigidly as he waited for her answer. If she denied him, he would stop, but it would kill him.

“I’m not at all sure I know what I’m doing right now.” She closed her eyes tight. “But I do know I want you.”

Jensen released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. His voice was harsh when he said, “Spread your legs for me, then. Let me take away your ache.”

She did as he commanded. “You go to my head. Why don’t I have any self-control around you?”

Jensen touched a finger to the golden spirals at her cleft, and she jerked. “It’s the same for me, beautiful. I’ve been dying ever since I met you.” His throat felt raw as emotions rose. “You are hot for me, aren’t you? So wet and tight and all mine.”

Her mesmerizing green eyes did things to him. Wild things. He needed her to submit to him entirely. His fingers parted her pussy lips. He watched her closely, ever mindful of how delicate she was, as he slipped a finger inside her wet heat. She flung her head back and cried out as if helpless against the onslaught of the feelings he provoked. She dug her fingers into his cropped hair and pulled him closer still.

“Ah, that’s what I like,” he praised. “I want you all anxious and eager for me.”

Merciless in his ministrations, he held her still with one arm around her hip while the other hand palmed her mound possessively. He loved the way she responded to him. But what excited him most was the way she totally lost control of herself. It was all or nothing with Marquetta.

Any man would be lucky to have her. Jensen was selfish enough to want her for himself. He probably didn’t deserve even a scrap of her time, but he wanted it nevertheless. Marquetta pulled his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers. Her face flushed, her green eyes made more vivid by her arousal. It was all Jensen could do not to take her to the floor and delve inside.