Mr One-Night Stand

‘Jennifer...’ He groaned her name as he pressed back into his seat, his lower body riding upwards to increase the pressure of her hand.

‘That’s it, baby,’ she cooed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’

‘Fuck, yeah,’ he rasped, and she felt her carnal prowess take a bow, the power going straight to her head, liquid heat pooling between her legs.

The front door yanked open—shit!

They both sat bolt upright, like a pair of teenagers caught in the act, faces flushed, eyes wide.

The driver clambered in and glanced over his shoulder, his expression one of pure professionalism, as though they hadn’t a hair out of place...or several—

‘Where to, sir?’

‘Home.’

The driver’s brows lifted. ‘Your home, sir?’

‘That’s what I said.’

Then he hit a button that had the privacy glass sliding up.

Was that stuff really private?

She was about to ask when he took hold of her hips and swung her over his lap, the speed of the move sending a surprised gasp from her lips that swiftly turned to a moan as she found herself over the very hardness of him, her knees straddling him, her dress thrust up to her hips. He raked a hand through her hair and yanked her mouth down to his own, his tongue pillaging, his hands rough upon her thigh and her hair.

Hooking her hands around his neck, she clung to him, desperate to keep their mouths connected while her body started to ride his clothed hardness in mindless abandon.

Vaguely she was aware of his hands shifting, his fingers hooking beneath the dress at her shoulders and shoving it down, imprisoning her arms to her sides.

He broke away, forcing her back so that he could look at her.

Her breasts bloomed under his burning gaze, her nipples straining beneath the light padding of her bra. He brought his hands up to her shoulders, his touch now gentle and prolonged as he slid them beneath the straps, taking them down to meet the ruched fabric of her dress before returning to smooth over her shoulders and down her front.

She bit back a whimper of anticipation as he met with her bra and then he slipped his hands inside, his heated palms brushing fleetingly against her taut and swollen peaks before they dipped to cup her, the brief contact an erotic torture as they begged for more.

‘So beautiful...’ he said softly, his hands weighing her in his palms as his thumbs stroked upwards, their pads meeting with her pleading buds and rolling over them.

Pleasure shot through her, and she threw her head back as a moan tore from her throat.

‘You like that?’

‘Yes!’ she cried. The heavenly combination of his hands on her body and his hardness at her clit had her rocking wildly, and she could feel the tell-tale tension mounting.

‘I need to see you.’

With those gruff words he took hold of the band of her bra and tugged hard, forcing her breasts to spill out. He groaned, his head coming forward as he closed his mouth around one stiff peak, sucking it back into the cavern of his mouth, teasing it and then releasing it to let his teeth nip, his tongue lap. He did the same with the other, one hand coming up to join in the attention, his fingers pinching and rolling, his palm groping.

Outside, a car horn sounded as another torrential wave of rain pounded at the roof. The worldly sounds were a reminder of where they were, but it only served to take her higher, every bit of her becoming a tense powerhouse about to crack.

‘I’m gonna come...’ she moaned. ‘I can’t take... I can’t...’

His answer was to nip harder, to drive her hips against him, to encourage her further, higher than she could ever remember being with any man. And then she was crying out. Her body was going into spasm as wave after wave consumed her. She heard him groan as he buried his head in her chest, holding her against him, taking each rock of her body until she was spent.

With cheeks flushed, she made herself straighten, conscious of time passing. ‘How long do we have?’

‘About twenty minutes.’

He traced a hand down her back and she shuddered at his lustful gaze. ‘Perfect.’