Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

I watch as he pours another glass, the liquid splashing up the sides. His heated eyes take in the length of my body while I unbuckle my belt and remove my coat. I drop it to the back of the chair I was sitting in to reveal the shamelessly tempting piece of lace I paired with black strappy heels that lace up my calves.

His eyes flicker with appreciation and I revel in knowing he likes what he sees. A seductive smile tips my lips and he notices. I don't deny that I'm pretty. I have great breasts, and in this ridiculously expensive ensemble, they're lush and supple and his eyes are focused on them. I look like a sex vixen.

Swallowing hard, I like too much of what I see from him.

James slams his glass to the table and advances on me. He eats up the ground in a few steps with his long strides. My heart jumps, and I take a nervous step back.

He gives his head a firm shake. "No. Don't walk away from me," he says, and I freeze. My heart races in anticipation from his demand.

James palms the back of my head with one hand and grabs my ass cheek with the other, then slams his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss. The taste of cognac on his lips provoke me, leaving little bites of heat in its trail. He doesn't ask, he just takes like he has a right.

His demanding passion ignites something hidden within me and I kiss him back, wrapping my tongue around his and stroking him deeply, showing him just how good I could be. James growls and I feel the vibration against my chest, his fingers digging into me. I'm forced to step back as he devours my mouth, tugging on my hair as he consumes me. Yes. I moan into his mouth. I breathe him in and he's everywhere, his hands all over my body like he can't get enough.

Breaking the kiss, he uses his teeth to tug on my bottom lip without reserve until it pops from his hold. I gasp, feeling it.

"I've wanted to feel your pretty lips around my cock since the first time I saw you. I want you on your knees and sucking me off until I come inside that sexy mouth of yours," he says, lifting my chin so our eyes meet. "And I want you to swallow every single bit of my cum. Do you understand?"

My lips part, my breathing labors. He sees it and his eyes lower, become heavy. Wetness seeps from me over his demand and my body reacts with wanting to please him. I want to do exactly what he says.

"Suck me good, Valentina."

My insides turn to mush over his order. I nod. I fucking plan to.

Reaching between us, my body is burning for him as I tug on his belt and undo the button on his dress slacks. Blood flowing, the tension is so thick between us that I know he feels whatever this is, too. He's already hard as I push his pants over his hips and cop a good feel.

Fuck. I'd love to know what he'd feel like inside of me.

I can barely fit him in my hand, and I panic for a second wondering how I would actually fit him inside me, assuming that's where this is going to lead tonight. Thank God I’d used the coconut oil trick before I left the apartment.

James steps out of his pants as I quickly remove his shirt and drop it to the floor. Placing my hands to his wall of a chest, I push him back until he falls into a chair, completely naked with his legs spread wide. His cock is erect between his hips. I allow my gaze to roam his body the way he did mine, taking in every inch of his glorious six-foot-plus height. For fifty-two, he's in incredible shape with the body of a professional football player and the power to snap me in half if I wanted him to.

This is why I love men—and sex—so much. A man's body is something I can stare at all day and never grow tired of. I think about all the things they're capable of doing to me, the power and strength they wield, and it makes me weak in the knees.

"Your body, James. Fuck." I sigh, and lick my lips, wondering where the fuck Valentina is because that was totally an Aubrey comment, and this is Aubrey lust oozing out of me.

I'm about to lower myself to my knees when he stops me. "Get over here," he says low, almost a growl, and I feel it in my bones.

I'm not really sure where he wants me to go since he's in a chair, so I climb onto his lap and straddle his hips, feeling his erection pressed between us. A rush of pleasure washes over me like hot honey.

James slips my straps down my shoulders, yanking my top with it. My breasts spill out and he immediately takes a nipple into his mouth and bites down, his sharp teeth sending a shock straight to my core. A gasp escapes me, my mind blanking for a split second. His tongue laps around the hard point and I draw in a pleasure-filled breath.

Cupping the back of his head, I press him into my chest and rock against his hardness. My hips move painfully slow, like I'm fucking him while giving him a lap dance. He shows the other breast the same attention and then licks my neck, allowing his teeth to pierce my skin.

God, it feels so good. A sigh rolls off my lips.

He pulls my hair, exposing my neck as he peppers kisses all the way up to my waiting mouth. We both get lost in each other, as if it's the last time we'll be together again. James's kisses are like foreplay. He's aggressive with his actions, greedy with what he wants and how he'll take it, but skilled enough to know how to give pleasure with finesse and make me melt under his touch.

I don't have to have sex with James to know he's not a gentle

lover. I also don't have to have sex with James to know it would be the kind of sex I'd like and want more of.

I break the kiss and slide down his body until my knees meet the plush carpet. Gripping his length in my hand, I twist my wrist a few times up his shaft, then take him into my mouth and go as deep as I can. James’s entire body slackens and leans back, his hips relax.

I'm about to show him what he missed out on the last time we were together.

His hand finds the back of my head and I peek up at him. Jaw flexed, there's a thick vein running down his neck that leads to the most gorgeous, intricate set of ink. If we have more time, I'd love to study the rest of them. James looks down at me, his eyes shadowed with hunger. There's something about pleasing a man and seeing him drown in pleasure that shifts something inside of me. I like to see that. It awakens my sexual frenzy and encourages more from me. And with the way James is looking at me, I want to give him so much more.

Closing my eyes, I focus on stroking his cock with my tongue, sucking him deep as I try to block out the desire climbing inside of me. His hips are shifting back and forth, and his breathing deepens as I pull up with a pop of my mouth and then take him even deeper.