“Hello, Lauren,” he whispered in her ear. “I told you I’d be back.”
Mr. Mysterious. And she knew what he wanted. His sin-infused voice rasped against her senses. Like the devil’s, his voice seemed to say that he’d returned not just to possess her body but to steal her soul.
Adrenaline pumped into her and morphed into arousal that snaked through her mercilessly.
His other hand journeyed from her waist up, up—until his palm smoothed over her breast.
“Hard nipples. Nice welcome. For me?”
His touch was like fire. She swallowed against the zip of pleasure slinking up her spine. “Who are you?”
He tsked at her. “We’ve already played that game. Now’s not the time to rehash it again. I’m here to play something far more interesting.”
“But I never got an answer.”
“All in good time.” As if he knew his answer would piss her off, he tempered the words with a seductive caress of his lips over the sensitive crook of her neck. His fingertips skated over her nipples. Her knees buckled.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Her voice shook.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be here.” He nudged his hard cock against the small of her back. “I should be…”
The hand he’d anchored at her waist dipped south. Lauren’s belly fluttered as his palm glided over her flesh. Heat blossomed inside her as his fingers inched slowly toward the damp, aching spot between her legs.
He covered her mound with his enormous hand. “Here. Right here.”
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“No,” she choked past her urge to whimper and beg.
What was it about the man’s touch? Like an electric kaleidoscope of color and sensation. One touch and she could barely remember her own name, much less resist.
“Did you like your roses?” His hushed voice teased, taunted, made her shiver.
“Yes.” She heard the tremble in her voice. “But what you want…it’s not possible.”
His wicked chuckle in her ear sent a shiver through her. He palmed the flat of her belly, bringing her even closer to him. “It’s inevitable.”
Warm, moist lips trailed a path of kisses from her ear down to her shoulder. His hot breath heated her, stirring across her skin. Lauren shivered.
“I love the feel of you trembling for me. I want to feel that tonight as I fuck you.” He nipped on her lobe. “As I make love to you.”
“No,” she protested.
But it was weak. Very weak. Already, his body heat and her memories were combining to crush her resistance. His mouth at her neck drumming up her desires helped to make her self-control look like a tin can freshly crushed for recycling.
“Yes. You’re special. I want to show you that, give you the kind of pleasure you’ve never had.”
“You already have. Friday night was amazing, but—”
“Friday night was just a start. I’m dying to give you more.
Everything.”
Lauren exhaled raggedly. Everything? She didn’t doubt he could. If he did, however, she feared her heart and her body wouldn’t be hers anymore by the time he was done.
“I already said no.”
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Shelley Bradley
“I respect that word,” he promised. “But not when you’re quivering in my arms and creaming your panties while you say it.”
Damn! He knew she wanted him.
Of course he knew. The man wasn’t an idiot. He was a single-minded, sexually-driven god between the sheets, his hard body was well equipped to drive a woman to repeated orgasms.
And you’re resisting…why
? Her sex drive asked.
Her sex drive was not helping her keep her priorities straight.
“That isn’t the point. I’m not ruled by my panties.”
“Ruled? No. But let’s see if your panties and I can
persuade
you…”
Before Lauren could breathe or form a coherent answer, Mr.
Mysterious had reached beneath her suit skirt and grabbed the panties in question. With a good yank, he ripped them away and tossed them to the ground.
“You don’t wear those again this week, day or night. I want to know that pretty pussy is bare and waiting for me all day.”
“At work—”
“No one at work will know.” He froze. “Unless you plan on showing someone you work with.”
Lauren’s mind flooded with images of Noah—smiling, frowning in thought, shooting her a heated stare. Instead of ramping her desire down, the thought of giving Noah a glimpse of her bare, wet sex made her desire spike fiercely.
“Do you?” he demanded.
“N—no,” she stammered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to show you.”
“Oh?” He slipped his fingers into her wet slit, right over her clit and gave a soft little slide. “You’re this wet and needy but you plan to ease yourself?”
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As if she could… Only he made her ache like this. Damn him.
Even now, those fingers of his, just grazing her clit slowly, rhythmically, slowly destroyed her defiance—and sanity. The coil of need wrapped tighter and tighter low in her belly, right between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
But he knew.
“Don’t hold it in. I want you to tell me how you feel.”
“Stop,” she grated out.
He did. Instantly. His fingers ceased their lush, leisurely stimulation.
But his fingers remained on her hard clit, which pulsed under his touch, silently begging. The ache between her legs became a clamp of pleasure/pain at the sudden deprivation of his strokes.
Nothing in the world could stop the whimper that clawed up her throat and out of her mouth.
“I know,” he murmured gruffly. “I feel you throbbing under my fingers. It’s the same way my cock throbs for you. Want me to make it better, sugar?”
Sugar
. Noah called her that. Always had. Mr. Mysterious wasn’t Noah, who was apparently off chasing some divorcée who was too stubborn to see what a prize the man was. But with Mr. Mysterious’s build and deep whisper, there was enough similarity between the two men. She could pretend Noah had his hands on her now, tempting her into the white-hot pleasure that was just a whisper of his fingertips away.
Lauren wrestled with herself. Her body versus her mind. The preservation of her heart against the wailing demands of her clit.
It wasn’t a contest.
“Yes.”
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Shelley Bradley
His fingers twitched—just enough to send the ache between her legs skyrocketing for an instant. “You sure?”
“Damn you, do it!”
A slick glide of fingers, a gentle pinch of her clit. She gasped, air burning her throat at the quick intake. Her head fell back against his hard shoulder. She melted into him.
“Do what?” Now his thumb entered the action, brushing right over the exposed bead of her clit. A line of pure fire shot from her sex down her legs, up her spine, to her breasts. Lord, what this man could do to her…
“Make me come. Fuck me.”
“I’m going to make you come. But I won’t fuck you until you’re so wet, your thighs are dripping with cream. And then…I’ll make love to you.”
Alarm bells went off in some distant part of Lauren’s brain, but she was lost in the blazing sensations, the way they seared her everywhere.
Lost in the fantasy of Noah being the man behind her, fondling her into delirium.
He kicked her thighs farther apart, hooking his feet inside her ankles to keep them wide until he was nearly supporting her entire body. The hand toying with her clit slid down to her slick opening. He plunged a pair of fingers inside her. Immediately, she clamped down on him to trap his fingers inside, her whole channel aware of him and craving his next touch. Lauren arched, bucking into his invasion. His fingers sank deeper, and she groaned. Close. So damn close…
“Not yet,” he taunted. “Unbutton your blouse for me first.”
Despite her trembling fingers, Lauren tore into those buttons so quick, she was sure she set some sort of record. Within a few seconds, the blouse hung open all the way to her waist.
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“That bra better unclasp in the front.”
She could hear him panting now. His whisper was strained, and Lauren felt a measure of victory to know she was affecting him. Even as a niggle of worry needled her.
“It doesn’t.”
He swore. “Bend over. Brace your elbows on the table.”
Oh, God. He was going to spread her across her own table and fuck her from behind. Tim had never done that. Tim had never taken her outside the bedroom.
With his body, he urged her down. Lauren had no choice but to do as he said or fall on her face.
Oh, who was she kidding, the thought of being taken this way made her sex cramp in hunger, her belly jump in anticipation. Breathing? More difficult with every passing moment.
At the soft thud of her elbows making contact with the table, he used his free hand to strip off her shirt and bra, jerking them down her arms and to the floor, in about two seconds flat. As soon as he was done, he settled his palm over her breast, gripping her nipple with ruthless fingers. The other hand started working her slick channel again, thumb brushing over her clit in short, mind-melting caresses.
As she gasped, Lauren realized she now wore nothing but her skirt.
He was still fully dressed. He’d made her his to conquer, his to use, his to bend to his will.
Noah would be this way with a woman, dominant, skillful, in control.
He’d do exactly what Mr. Mysterious was doing now, working her sensitive sheath with fingers that knew exactly where to press to make her lose her breath, lose her mind. Imagining it was Noah only made her ache more.
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Shelley Bradley
Building and building, the sensations threatened to consume her.
Shivers of excitement danced down her spine and settled between her legs, winding tight. Becoming a peak of sensitivity. Blood flowed, filling her up. Almost…
“You going to come for me?” he growled.
“Yes,” she breathed, high and tight, almost keening the word.
He pinched her nipple, thumbed her clit, pressed against that magic spot deep inside her. “Let go. I want to feel you on my fingers.”
Lauren couldn’t have stopped the tidal wave of sensation for any reason. His hands, those words—and her restraint evaporated. A high-pitched wail echoed through the house, across the hardwood floors. Her throat hurt even as pleasure was clawing at the rest of her body in a searing press of need that never relented. That was her screaming, her needing, her coming…and coming.
Behind her, Mr. Mysterious groaned and ground his cock into the crack of her ass. “You’re so fucking sexy. I jacked off many times thinking about how you’d sound when you came.”
His words filled her with a forbidden thrill. She’d made a lover of his caliber so needy he’d taken his own flesh in his hand. She had to see it.
See him.
“Show me.”
He stilled for a long moment. “Soon. Right now, taste.”
After a long drag of his fingers through her humid center that made her groan again, he withdrew his fingers and raised them to her mouth.
“No.”
“Taste,” he demanded.
Lauren shook her head.
“I want you to taste, so you can’t deny my effect on you.”
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Naughty Little Secret
The urgency of his whispered demand aroused her again. His dominant side reached something deep inside her. She wanted to please him. She wanted more of the stunning, shimmering erotic bombshell he delivered. Anything, everything he could give her. He’d never have to know that she responded so easily because she imagined Noah jacking off while desperately wondering what she sounded like when she cried out from the pleasure he gave her.
Slowly, she parted her lips. He glossed her bottom lip with her thick fluids and he reached into a bag at his feet. He rummaged around, pulled a scrap of cloth out with his free hand.
“Turn to face me,” he demanded.
Lauren whirled, hoping to see his face. And yet, hoping not to. If she didn’t know who this man was, she could preserve the fantasy that Noah was here demanding every wicked act she’d pondered deep in her psyche during the restless nights she wore out the batteries on her vibrator.
He stood there. Tall. Definitely over six feet by a few inches. Broad.
No stranger to hard work or the gym or both. Shoulders so wide they eclipsed the doorway to the foyer and any light that might shine through.
But no face.
He wore a ski mask, with cutouts for his eyes, nose, and mouth. She knew nothing more about him than she’d known before except that he had a wide mouth that made her ache for kisses and he didn’t have dark eyes. They were pale and glittered with hunger that took her breath away.
“Lick it off your lip,” he demanded. “Taste yourself.”
Shyly, her tongue peeked out to swipe across her lip. Salty-sweet.
Musky. A surprise.
A smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “Beautiful. Open up.”
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Shelley Bradley
He raised the two fingers that had been deep in her sex to her mouth.
She swallowed, her wide, uncertain gaze snagging on his. The firm encouragement there, the knowledge that the sight of his wet fingers on her tongue would drive him wild lay in those depths.
Lauren parted her lips, sucked his fingers inside. More of her taste bombarded her senses. She should probably be repulsed, but it was hard to feel anything but a thrill when his eyes narrowed and he hissed in a breath as if he teetered on the edge of restraint.
The idea of shoving him over the edge made her pulse with forbidden thrill.
She swirled her tongue around his fingers until she tasted nothing but his skin. Her gaze was locked on him, and she couldn’t look away as desire whipped through his eyes, tightened his lips, made his body taut.
“You’re a minx.” His gravel voice rasped across her senses. “And I would love to feel that sweet tongue on my cock, but I’m not going to be able to keep out of your pussy long enough tonight.”
Mr. Mysterious grabbed her, moved her toward the table. Lauren resisted. The idea of tasting him raced through her blood with potent wine.
“Wait. You promised I could see you touch yourself.” She’d never been forward or vocal, and she felt wildly brazen now.