Taken by Him (The Billionaire's Club 2)

Her legs wobbled as she went to sit next to him, throbbing painfully between her legs.

When she settled down, he lifted one arm behind her, and the evening felt surreal. Like she was dreaming. His fingers languorously stroked her bare back and her breasts felt heavy at the tender caress. Her sex wept as he delineated her spine with sinuous strokes of his fingertips.

“You’re not married, right…?” she whispered into the night, her throat tight with desire as she sat tense and motionless at his side, afraid that if she moved, he would vanish into the air. Not touch her, never touch her.

His hands stroked the halter knot at the nape of her neck, but he didn’t undo it, merely caressed around it, then he spoke in a rough but tender voice. “Sit on my lap and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

His voice was so compelling she slid over and onto his lap with her back to him, her legs draped to one side. His erection nestled against her buttocks, and the instant she realized how incredibly firm and enormous he was, her insides boiled mushy and hot.

In a slow, seductive move, his hand eased around her rib cage and slipped under the fabric of her halter top. Then he palmed one aching breast, and he whispered in her ear, “No, I’m not married. What else?” His thumb circled her puckered nipple, and the pleasure at that gentle swipe was so great she almost moaned. “What else do you want to know about me, Peyton?”

His free hand caressed up the bare thighs of the legs she’d draped to that side, and her heart pounded faster as he slipped his fingers under her skirt. And then he was teasing her crotch with his fingertips, his voice a breath in her ear. “You’re hot here…”

She shuddered as an arrow of pleasure sliced straight to her warmed-up cunt. He eased one finger under her panty and touched her—flesh to flesh. She could feel her slickness as he stroked up her labia, feared that he would be able to smell her scent. “Hot…and damp. If you get this wet thinking of me, Peyton, then you’re going to have to let me give you what you need.”

Her head turned helplessly toward his hypnotic voice and he was there, ready, as though he knew she would be helpless not to turn to him, and he captured her mouth with lips that were dry and strong and hungry. She became frenzied when he stroked his tongue across hers.

“Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about, baby.” He tweaked her nipple and gave it a little pinch, and Peyton moaned deep in her throat and squirmed restlessly over his lap, sliding her tongue into his mouth, intoxicated by his forbidden taste. “Tell me how I’m doing, Peyton. Am I doing the job of a man you’d like to have an affair with?”

“Y-yes. God, so good.”

He nuzzled her face with his and licked his tongue into her mouth again, the wet, damp, hot flick shooting bullets of pleasure to her toes. His voice was a terse rasp that she could feel caressing her insides like a feather. “That’s what I like to hear, Peyton. Now give me all of your mouth again and let me taste you.”

She shifted more fully toward him and he tongued her mouth as he inserted one fing

er into her. When he stroked deep inside her tight sheath at the same time he plowed wetly into her mouth, Peyton was ready to come apart in his arms.

She moaned feebly. Her insides coiled with tension as an orgasm built inside her, and then Luke dragged his mouth to her earlobe and murmured, “Take your top off, Peyton, and let me see those pretty breasts I’ve been holding in my hands.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached to undo the knot at her nape until her top fell around her waist. Her breasts spilled free, caressed by the air and the moonlight. She shuddered from the force of her need.

“Now turn facing me on my lap so I can kiss those pink tips,” he said quietly.

Shaking, she turned around to straddle him. The lustful sparkle in his eyes made her heart pound a thousand beats a minute.

He ducked his blond head, and she moaned at the sinuous scrape of his jaw stubble across one nipple, and then the other. He suctioned one as he thumbed the other puckered bead, drawing her so deep into his mouth she felt the pull within her womb.

She ground down against him. His hardness was perfectly nestled against the apex of her thighs, and when Peyton felt his cock pulse against her heat through the fabric of his pants, her blood reached a boiling point. She quaked with such total, nerve-racking lust, she was certain that any second now, her bones would disintegrate.

His mouth covered the other nipple, hot and thirsty as he suckled. Her head fell back on a moan and she rocked her hips wantonly against his bulging arousal.

A hard, twisting orgasm galloped toward her, almost within reach, until she heard voices from afar…

Her breath caught, and Luke turned his head toward the alien sounds.

“Shh, it’s all right, they can’t see us, Peyton,” he tenderly urged as he swiftly ducked to suckle her other breast. Her answering moan turned into a helpless plea.

“Oh, God, they’re coming this way,” she gasped, watching the two little dots in the distance as she attempted to scramble off of him.

But Luke prevented it, his hands like vises around her. “Relax. They’ll turn around in a minute. There are only two casitas farther on. One of them is yours—and the other is too big for them.”

But she couldn’t relax now. Now her mind was starting to work through all the beers and warn her that this could be more complicated than she had anticipated. What if she liked the man too much? Then what?

Peyton shivered hot and cold, panting for her breath as her trembling hands futilely attempted to lift her top back up. “I’m sorry, Luke. I…I don’t know if I can do this. I’m…. so sorry. I’m just not this type of girl. Good night.”

She stood on trembling feet and tried to do her top with cramped fingers. He easily stood with her and steadied her with one arm.

“Shh. I wasn’t looking for this either. Let me walk you to your room. You all right?”