The Negotiator (Harbor City 1)

Flinging her hair over her shoulder she looked back at him, keeping her gaze on his face, for going any lower would be akin to dancing with the devil. “What do I get for conceding?”

“Everything.” Even with his glasses still on, it was impossible to miss the cocky assurance in his eyes.

Her pulse went into overdrive, responding to his confidence, his control. “Big promises.”

“I always deliver.” Another deliberate turn around her clit.

The urge to close her eyes, sink into the bed, and let wave after wave of sensation flow over her beckoned like a promise. She would drown or she would float—either option would be better than this blissful hell. But she couldn’t. It just wasn’t in her to give in—not easily and definitely not in the middle of a negotiation.

It took pulling from reserves she didn’t know she had, but she did, putting as much strength in her voice as she could muster. “If that’s the truth, then an act of good faith to show you’re sincere shouldn’t be a problem.”

The corners of his lips curled into a sexy smirk as he took off his glasses, folding them closed with a distinct click and tossing them on top of the nearby dresser. “What do you have in mind?”

“Make me come.” A demand. A plea. A challenge he couldn’t resist.

“It’s not nice to doubt a lover,” he said, hooking his arm under her hips and hoisting her high in the air while her knees were pressed against the mattress so she was completely open and exposed to his view.

Looking over her shoulder, she noted that he didn’t look offended. He looked turned on, hungry—her gaze dipped lower—hard and ready. A shiver of want started with her core clenching and worked its way up her spine.

“Who said I did?”

His free hand came down on her ass, caressing it before dipping between her legs. “Challenge accepted.”

There was no tease this time. No soft, barely-there touches. He was as sure and commanding with her body as he was with everything else. His fingers filled her, sliding in and out, as he worked his thumb on her clit, rolling and rotating around the bundle of nerves that had become the center of her universe. Every rotation of her hips. Every turn of his wrist as he played with her. Every silent touch that screamed with pleasure. Her flesh was so wet, so ready for him, that every brush of his skin against hers set off waves of sensation so intense she pressed her face into the bedding to muffle the moans she couldn’t stop herself from making. The tingling started in her thighs, spreading outward in minutes at first before rushing at light speed. Her entire body contracted as she came, screaming into the sheets.

Blood thundering in her ears, she took a deep breath and sighed as the world fell back into place. The only thing holding her up was Sawyer’s arm under her hips. She was deadweight at that moment, but he didn’t complain. Glancing back at him, she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. The cocky bastard was rolling on a condom and staring at her as if he’d just painted the Mona Lisa, built the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and paddled a one-man canoe down the Amazon. He was incorrigible—and he’d kept his end of the bargain. Now she had to keep hers.

“I concede.”

Before she even had a chance to take in a breath, he’d lifted her into the air and set her down on her feet in front of him. She braced a hand on his unyielding chest to steady herself and took her first full look at the breathtaking package that was Sawyer Carlyle. His suits hadn’t been lying. Broad shoulders. A wide, muscular chest dusted with light brown hair. Narrow, football player hips with the strong legs to go with them. Unable to deny herself any longer, she let her gaze go to the cock she’d felt all too briefly in the hotel supply closet. Her mouth went dry. Full. Heavy. Long. And oh so happy to see her.

“Like what you see?” he asked before whipping her dress off over her head and making fast work of her bra.

“Very much,” she said, running her fingers across the most unexpected tattoo.

“Good.”

His fingers clamped around her wrist and he spun her around before half propelling, half carrying her to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city and pressed her palms flat against it.

“Exhibitionist much?” she asked, her heartbeat racing as she leaned forward and let her hard nipples brush against the cool glass.

“I don’t care about who can see us, but I want to see it all while I’m inside you.” He stood behind her, the almost overwhelming heat from his body seeping into hers. “I want you to have the whole vast world in your sights when you come again, squeezing my dick and calling my name.”

Oh God, his words gave her a bigger rush than any of her previous adventures. If this was what she had to look forward to over the next several weeks, she was going to hold on and enjoy the hell out of the ride before it ended. Watching his reflection in the window, she spread her legs and tilted her ass higher in the air. He didn’t need more of an invitation. Hands grasping her hips, holding her steady, he thrust inside her in one long, slow slide that had her gasping for breath even as she undulated against him.

He let out an almost pained groan. “Fuck, Clover.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Hard. Fast. Slow. Soft. She didn’t care. She just wanted it all. Now.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He withdrew all but the tip of his hard cock. “I will.”

…

Sawyer clenched his jaw tight and took a deep breath as he fought for control. The way things were going, he wouldn’t have any molars left by the end of the night. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant seeing Clover come apart again. She’d lost herself in the moment and had almost taken him with her, like some kind of teenager with his first girlfriend.

He tried to focus his attention on the high-rises that dotted the skyline so he could calm the urge to surge back into her and let go. The buildings, the big picture of Harbor City, couldn’t hold his attention, though, not with Clover here. The smooth lines of her back as she arched her spine fascinated him. The round curve of her hips that seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp was mesmerizing. The welcoming slick warmth of her stole his ability to consider anything else but her—even when he was barely inside her.

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