Mr One-Night Stand

‘Is that so...?’

She made an affirmative noise as she bowed to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, his lips, across his jawbone... Reaching his neck, she flicked her tongue out and revelled in the salty essence of him, knowing he was overheating at her hands.

‘And why would that be?’

His voice cracked on the last word as she cupped him, her fingers testing the rigid length of him. She was desperate to expose him to her hands, her gaze, her mouth...

‘It’s time enough for me to return the favour,’ she said, placing her hands on his thighs and slipping from his lap, coming to nestle on her knees between his feet on the floor.

The car took a bend and she steadied herself using his legs, her fingers biting into his flesh.

‘Easy,’ he said, taking hold of her arm and using his free hand to gain purchase on the trim of the car.

She smiled up at him. Christ, he was so hot.

She wanted to imprint the sight of him in her mind, all dishevelled and feverish. The feeling of excitement at having him at her mercy, the heat of his grip on her bare arm, the cool air of the car keeping her exposed nipples pert and alert. Her clit had barely recovered and the throb was back with a vengeance.

She dropped her eyes to his belt, to his zipper, the fastening taut as his hardness pressed against it. Her mouth salivated as she smoothed her hands along his thighs until they reached the object of her fascination.

‘You are truly beautiful,’ he said, the hand at her arm dropping to cup her breast, his fingers and thumb caressing her sensitised skin.

The knowledge that he was enjoying the sight of her semi-nakedness was just as thrilling as his touch. She bit her lip against the resurging tension. It was his turn.

Forcing herself to concentrate, she fed the leather of his belt through the loops. The metal from its buckle jangled as she parted it, the sound oddly thrilling, making her fingers quiver as she undid his button. Then, taking hold of his zip tab, she paused to look at him from beneath her lashes.

‘You can tell me to stop, if you want?’

She was purposely teasing him, needing to have the memory of his earlier hesitation forgotten, obliterated by his total surrender.

And she had it.

He looked to her with almost pained ferocity, his expression dark and erotically charged as he thrust one hand into her hair. ‘Fuck, no.’

She gave him a wicked grin, his impassioned response going to her head as she slid the zipper down. ‘That’s better.’

CHAPTER FOUR

BETTER—IT WAS fucking better.

But then...

It could hardly get any worse.

Marcus threw his head back, his hands flying to the edge of his seat, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to push out the moral judgement threatening.

He shouldn’t be letting her do this. They shouldn’t be doing this. When she realises who I am...when we have to work tog—

Her fingers slipped around his cock, killing off all thought as his eyes shot back to her.

Fuck, she was beautiful!

Her green eyes, vibrant and captivating as they flicked between his own eyes and his crotch, seared him, blinding him to the reality of the situation and the gravity of it.

She pulled him out and gave a small gasp, her eyes widening as she took in his entirety. Her open appreciation was like rocket fuel to his swelling erection. Then she moved her hand over him, her gaze wrapped up in the sight of him, and the heat surged forcibly to the head of his dick, his thighs trembling beneath him. He gripped the side of the car tight, his teeth gritted tighter.

He was going to shoot his load over her any moment.

‘Jennifer...’ The effort of forming her name made him sound pained.