Lawful Lover (Eternal Bachelors Club #2) (2 page)

“Probably not.”

He pulled them down and off her legs then shoved them into his pocket. Daniel lowered his head to her sex. His fingers parted her wet folds, before he licked over her clit then drove one finger into her. Bright flashes of white light appeared before her eyes as her hands and nails fought to grasp for support. She clutched the sink with one hand and pressed against the wall with the other.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she chanted, trying to hold back the scream that was building in her.

“Shhhhh.” His breath whispered over her sensitive sex, sending an uncontrollable shiver through her body.

She loved it when Daniel licked her. He always knew exactly what she needed and how she needed it. She’d never been with a man as attuned to her body as Daniel.

Her hips moved in a steady rhythm, urging him to finger-fuck her and lick her harder, faster, deeper. She couldn’t get enough.

“You taste so good,” he said, his words vibrating against her folds.

It was too much. Though she wanted to hold on, to suspend the pleasure, she couldn’t. Her orgasm broke hard and fast. Her legs shook from the intensity.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me, Sabrina.”

She shoved her hands into his hair and bit on her lip to stop herself from screaming his name as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Daniel gently put her foot back on the floor, while she fought to catch her breath. He stood, pulled her leg to his thigh, and plunged his cock into her with one thrust before she’d even had a moment to register what he was planning. Sabrina grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh. The wall moaned against her back.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, and she complied. Then he turned them around and sat her on the edge of the minuscule sink.

Daniel found her lips again and kissed her in the same rhythm as his cock plunged in and out of her.

“God, I love being inside you,” he said, steadily increasing the tempo and intensity of his thrusts.

She wanted to scream her approval, but knew she couldn’t.

They were having sex in an airplane bathroom!

She’d never done anything so crazy before. Well, maybe except for that one time when they’d trespassed and she and Daniel had had sex out in the open, looking out over the San Francisco Bay and Alcatraz. Daniel had a way of making her throw all her inhibitions to the wind.

When she felt him groan and drive into her one last time, a warm spray of his semen accompanying his final thrust, her sex convulsed around his cock, joining him in his release.

Daniel dropped his forehead to hers, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Kiss me.”

His lips found hers again and he moved inside her in slow and almost lazy strokes. “God, Sabrina, I can’t get enough of you. I could stay here like this, buried inside you forever.”

“Daniel,” she murmured. “This is crazy.”

“I know.” Slowly, he pulled out of her and met her gaze. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“Thank you.” She felt herself flush at his compliment. No matter how many times he told her that he found her beautiful, it always felt like the first time.

Daniel cleaned himself off and helped her do the same, then reached for his pants, pulling them up, and re-buttoning them.

Sabrina hopped off the sink and readjusted her dress. Then she held out her hand. “My panties please.”

He gave her a wicked grin as he pulled them from his pocket and put them in her hand. “I’m going to take those back as soon as we get home.”

His words dripped with promise—a promise that she intended to hold him to. She slipped her panties back on when a thought struck her. “Daniel? When we leave this bathroom… people are going to know what we were doing, aren’t they?”

Daniel wrapped his arms around her. “So? Personally, I want people to know you’re mine.”

How could she argue with that? Still, even though she’d just joined the mile-high-club, she didn’t want to announce it to everybody. “Daniel… ”

He chuckled, but his eyes shone with understanding. “Okay, if it makes you feel better, you can go out first and I’ll come out a few minutes after you.”

“Thank you.”

She opened the door a sliver and peered outside.

Sabrina took her seat without any of the first class passengers looking at her. But her heart continued to beat excitedly: she was flying to New York to move in with Daniel.

To start a new life.

An adventure lay before her, and she couldn’t wait to find out how their life together would unfold.

2

“Here we are,” Daniel announced as he fumbled for his key. He slipped it into the keyhole, unlocked the door, and swung it open.

“Ladies first,” he said, extending his arm.

He was excited about bringing Sabrina to his home. Asking her to live with him was something that hadn’t required any major decision making on his side: he’d simply known that it was what he wanted, Sabrina living with him, and to wake up by her side every morning.

Odd, how this decision had been one of the easiest he’d ever made, when before that, a girlfriend leaving more than a toothbrush at his place had practically made him hyperventilate. Whereas with Sabrina he couldn’t wait for her to place her toothbrush next to his and spread her various shampoos and lotions in his bathroom. Her lingerie would rest in a drawer next to his boxer briefs, and her dresses would hang on the same rail as his suits. He’d never thought that he would ever look forward to something so mundane.

Before he’d met her, his life had revolved around his work. Within two weeks, his life had changed drastically and now it revolved around her. Nothing else was more important to him than Sabrina.

Sabrina walked into his apartment, pulling her suitcase behind her. Suddenly, she stopped. “Wow.”

Her head moved to the left, then the right, and then she turned in a complete circle, taking in everything around her.

He smiled, pleased at her reaction. “Do you like it?”

Daniel closed the door behind them and stopped beside her. The look on her face was all the answer he really needed. Somehow he’d been worried that Sabrina wouldn’t like his place, that she might find it too ostentatious. She wasn’t like other women he’d dated. Money and possessions didn’t impress or sway Sabrina. She preferred the simpler things. His place was anything but simple.

“It’s huge.”

Yes, it was. His apartment was large compared to other apartments in New York City, and the largest in the building. He liked having lots of space. It made him feel free. He’d spent a lot of time finding this place, but when he finally had, he’d immediately known that he’d never give it up.

“Come, I’ll give you the grand tour of your new home.”

Sabrina lifted her eyes to meet his, affection shining from them. “Our,” she corrected him, her voice as soft as the trickle of a mountain creek.

He laced his fingers with hers. “Yes, our.” He pressed a soft kiss on her lips, then tugged on her hand. “This is the living and dining room.” He pointed to the large room with the floor-to-ceiling windows that boasted a stunning view over Central Park.

“The view is amazing!” Sabrina exclaimed as she walked closer to the windows. “And there’s so much light.”

“We’re facing East, so we’ll get the sun in this room in the morning.” He pointed to the dining table. “I normally eat my breakfast in the kitchen, but now that you’re here, I think it’ll be nice to use the dining table and enjoy the morning sun.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I’d like that.” She pointed to an archway. “Is the kitchen through there?”

“Yes,” he replied and led her into it.

“Oh my god, that’s like a full professional kitchen,” she said, her mouth gaping open as she touched the pristine counters and the six-burner stove.

“You like it?”

Pride swelled in his chest as he noticed her eyes drinking in her surroundings.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it. I want you to feel at home here.”

She turned to him, putting a finger on his lips. “It’s perfect. I couldn’t imagine a better kitchen. You must give a lot of dinner parties here.”

He chuckled. “Actually, no. I’m not much of a cook. I normally go out.”

“Oh, what a waste!”

“How about you? Do you cook? I guess I’ve never asked.”

She winked at him. “I know how to roll out a mean pizza dough.”

Instantly reminded of the evening they’d spent at Tante Marie’s cooking school in San Francisco, he pulled her to him. “Oh, yes, I remember. And I also remember that I was going to lay you flat over that kitchen counter to flatten the dough with you.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Which of course you couldn’t do since we weren’t alone.”

He growled. When Sabrina teased him like that, he couldn’t help turning all primal and possessive. “Yes, but luckily we got some privacy later.”

Just thinking about how he’d bent her over a railing surrounding a small tucked-away view area and taken her from behind, made blood shoot to his groin.

Sabrina licked her lips, one hand sliding down his torso. “I remember. You were very impatient and couldn’t wait to get inside me.”

Daniel felt his breathing accelerate. “Yes, and if you continue talking in that husky, seductive voice of yours, then you’re going to find yourself bent over the kitchen island in a few moments, and me ripping your panties off and repeating the incident.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed and slid her hand lower. Her warm palm moved over his erection. “Maybe you should do exactly that. You know, teach me that I can’t provoke you like that without expecting consequences.”

She squeezed his hard-on, and he groaned in response.

“And the tour of the apartment?” he asked.

“Later.” Her one-word answer was a seductive whisper, and he had no defenses against it.

“Then lose those panties,” he ordered and watched her step out of them, dropping them onto the counter.

At the same time, he opened the button of his pants, then slowly lowered the zipper, feeling his erection push outward. He hadn’t exactly planned on christening the kitchen with Sabrina, but he’d never said no to her yet, and he wasn’t going to start now. He counted himself a lucky guy that Sabrina wanted him, and there was no way he’d ever turn her down.

He was about to pull his pants and boxer briefs down to free his cock, when his cell phone rang.

“Christ!” he cursed and shoved his hand into his jacket pocket.

He pulled the phone out, casting Sabrina an apologetic look as he recognized the number. “Sorry, baby, just a sec.”

Then he answered the call. “Frances?”

“Mr. Sinclair. Welcome back,” his executive assistant greeted him. She was the most efficient and effective assistant he’d ever had, despite the fact that she’d only been with him for a year.

“Thank you, Frances, I just walked into the apartment.”

“I wish I didn’t have to disturb you, but the Holston real estate deal needs your signature. I left you an urgent message on your cell. Didn’t you get it?”

“Oh,” Daniel replied, pulling the phone from his ear and glancing at the display. He had several voicemails waiting. “I’m sure I did, but I haven’t listened to my messages yet. I’ll sign it tomorrow.”

“Uh, Mr. Sinclair, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Recording is tomorrow. You need to sign today,” she said apologetically.

He sighed. “Fine, scan the documents in and I’ll sign them here and send them back.” It would only take a few minutes and then he’d be able to devote all his attention to Sabrina.

“I’m afraid, it will have to be with a notary present,” came Frances’ reply.

Daniel looked at Sabrina and gave her an apologetic look. “Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

He disconnected the call, slipped the phone back into his pocket and reached for his zipper, pulling it up, then closing the button of his pants. Diving into Sabrina’s luscious body would have to wait.

When he met Sabrina’s gaze, he recognized her disappointed look. “I’m sorry, I have to go to the office to sign something important.”

“Today?” she asked, her forehead creasing.

“I’m afraid so.” He kissed her quickly. “But as
soon as I’m back, I’ll be all yours and we’ll continue where we left off.” He motioned to the kitchen counter.

“Promise?” she murmured and pressed herself against him.

Automatically, one hand went to her backside, while the other one lifted her dress and slipped underneath it. “And when I come back, I don’t want to find out that you put your panties back on.”

He brought his hand between her legs and slowly stroked over her soft cleft, bathing his fingers in her wetness.

“I want you to be ready for me when I get home.”

“Ready?” she asked breathlessly, her sex pressing against his hand.

“Yes, I want your legs spread for me and your pussy wet.”

He plunged one finger into her, making her gasp.

“Just like you are now. And I don’t care where in the apartment you are, as long as you’re here. Understand?”

Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her. He could think of better things than going to the office to sign papers.

Sabrina panted. “Yes.” Then she pushed against his finger, causing him to drive into her once more, her eyelids fluttering in the process. “Yes.”

3

Sabrina sighed in frustration. She’d been on hold with the moving company for the past half hour. She paced back and forth in front of the living room windows, letting her gaze wander toward the city.

She and Daniel had arrived in New York almost a week earlier and he’d spent every day at the office. She’d barely spoken to anybody, and while she had explored the city on her own and occupied her time, she felt lonely. She missed her friend Holly. And strangely enough she missed her job—well, not her old job in particular, but
a
job, something productive to do.

The nights with Daniel had made up for it though. Even though most nights Daniel came home long past dinner time, once in bed, he would lavish all his attention and affection on her, except for the last two nights when he’d fallen asleep thirty seconds after putting his head on the pillow. Clearly, working long hours every day was taking its toll on him.