And he read her, his expression turning dark, his eyes dropping to where his cock rested against her behind, his free hand caressing the spot he’d just tapped. ‘If I wasn’t so far gone already, believe me, I’d go there.’
His eyes burned into where their bodies met and she swore she’d come just looking at the desire etched in the lines of his face. He grasped at his cock, sheathing himself before sliding between her legs, rocking forward against her pussy, slickening himself on her wetness, rubbing against the tip of her ache, feeding it, coaxing it higher.
She moaned, her body writhing to manoeuvre him to her entrance, her head flying back as her fingers bit into the stone of the wall.
‘Fuck me,’ she begged.
But he slipped away, his fingers returning to delve inside her, coating himself with her wetness, testing her readiness. And then he withdrew, slipping them upwards, between the crease of her bum, finding the cluster of sensitised nerve-endings around the tiny, puckered opening—fuck.
Her legs quivered beneath her, the startling caress new to her and intense. He pressed inside and she moaned frantically, barely comprehending the wicked sensation firing through her, ricocheting through her walls. And then his cock was at her pussy, thrusting deep, his free hand coming around to her front, finding her clit, rolling over her. Every bit of her came alive, teased by his expert attentions, too much to focus on a single one. Pleasure worked its way through her entirety, tensing up her muscles, and she couldn’t rein it back; it was out of her control, her climax tearing through her, shattering her apart in seconds.
His hands flew to her hips, holding her steady, gripping tightly as he rocked into her with his own cry of completion, the sound mingling with the birdsong and so carnal she wanted to fix it in her mind.
She straightened against him, her hands reaching behind her to cup his head to her neck, clasping him to her. His breath rasped into her shoulder, his body shuddering with his extended release, and she revelled in it, her prowess, her hold over him.
‘If that’s how you put a woman in her place,’ she whispered into his ear, ‘you can definitely do it more often.’
He chuckled against her, the sound stilted by his winded state.
‘To be honest...’ he wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her tight ‘... I think you had me in my place.’
She laughed her approval. ‘I could get used to doing that.’
And then she stilled, a chill sweeping through her body.
There will be no getting used to anything. It’s a short-term deal, remember?
‘What’s wrong?’ He raised his head, angling in to get a better look at her face, but she avoided his eye, moving away to right her clothing and allow him the freedom to sort himself out.
‘Nothing,’ she managed to say squarely. ‘But we’d best get moving if we want to get to property two in good time.’
She started back inside, feeling bad that she’d left him cleaning up, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment any more than she already had.
You’re in this for short-term fun. Remember that.
Him getting wind of any longevity she had in mind would certainly put an end to any future fun.
And she wanted more. A whole lot more. As much fun as he was willing to give.
* * *
‘Can you clear my schedule for Friday, Diane?’
Daniel gave the instruction to his PA and ignored the twitch to one brow that said again.
‘Of course,’ she said smoothly. ‘What would you like me to block it out with?’
He pulled at his collar, suddenly hot. ‘House-hunting.’
Up went the other brow, but her eyes returned to her monitor. ‘What would you like me to do about Mr Lee? I have him flying in from Singapore Thursday in preparation for the meeting you had scheduled.’
‘Ah, skit, was that for Friday?’
How could he have forgotten?
They were negotiating a takeover bid. It was a big deal and should have been top of his list. ‘What time is the meeting?’
‘Nine.’