Billionaire Bad Boy (23 page)

"I want you," he whispered.

He was a man used to getting what he wanted, she could
tell. Who was she to deny him?

"And I want you," she heard herself say.

"Good. Two adults, mutual consent. There's
nothing wrong with this."

"Nothing at all," Abbey agreed and lifted
her mouth to meet his descending one.

The kiss was a scorcher. It burned her lips, seared
her tongue, sent hot flames licking her body. At first it was urgent, brutal,
as if he was satisfying a pent-up need, then it slowed but remained intense and
hot. He kissed like an expert.

Without their mouths parting, Damien picked Abbey up
and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection pressing into her. He
carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and kissed her fiercely.

When his lips traveled downward, Abbey sucked in a
breath in anticipation. When he reached her nipples, she bunched the sheets in
her hand and held on. He took each one into his mouth and nibbled, licked,
sucked until the little points were red and raw but wanting more.

He cupped one breast and squeezed, then did the same
with the other. Abbey moaned as tiny tingles shot across her skin.

Then Damien's tongue moved down again. He licked her
stomach, her bellybutton. Then moved down.

Down.

He caught her thong in his teeth and pulled the thin
fabric over her legs as she arched herself off the mattress. He tossed them on
the floor. Then he returned to his explorations between her thighs.

His tongue lunged, round, in, out, and Abbey heard a
moan. Hers.

Finally he settled on licking up and down, setting her
on a course to pure ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, and her body began to rock
to the rhythm set by Damien's tongue.

The rush of tingles took her by surprise. Starting in
her toes, it sped to where his tongue laved, up to her nipples, her throat, her
face. She arched her back, and he cried out as her orgasm swamped her.

Panting, she lay on the bed, wanting more. She hauled
him up toward her, kissed him roughly as he settled himself above her, and
guided him into her wetness.

His smooth, thick tip dipped in, then suddenly
withdrew.

"What's the matter?" she asked hoarsely.

"No condom. You?" He spoke in short, sharp
bursts, as if too harried to get any more words out.

"No. Maybe the hotel
—
"

He shook his head. "I can't wait." He looked
down at her, his eyes glazed and shining. She read the message loud and clear.

She pushed him gently and he flipped over onto his
back.

Abbey reached down to undo the buckles on the high
heels she still wore, but he caught her arm and pulled her back up to him.

"Leave them on. If I'm going to do this, I'm
going to do it right."

Abbey had no idea what he meant by that and she didn't
care. She wanted to give this man the pleasure he'd just given her. The
pleasure that came from having no strings attached, no cares other than what's
happening right now.

She kissed him hard, then followed the path similar to
the one he'd traveled on her. Down his throat, across to each nipple, sucking
and biting, then down through the sparse sprinkling of black chest hairs to his
flat stomach.

He groaned when she reached her target, taking him
into her mouth. Tasting him, rolling him around her tongue. Within moments his
groans had intensified, and before long he was shuddering. Finally, his entire
body convulsed as raw energy flowed out of him.

Abbey joined him, lying beside him on the bed. Mission
accomplished. Well and truly accomplished.

Damien wrapped his arms around her and stifled a yawn
as he settled against her breasts, kissing a nipple absently. She curled into
his body, enjoying the heat of him and the sound of his steadily beating heart.
She didn't want to move, not yet. This felt good. Too good.

First she'd have a rest on the large bed, then she'd
go find Lucy, see if she got some good shots.

And she'd try her hardest to forget about Damien Vane
and this night of steamy sex with a complete stranger.

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