Juicy. Noelle Mack
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lips wide apart, just as if she was home alone and about to put her favorite big dildo in and give herself a good solo fucking, using her underwear to hold it in while she rode a pillow. Knowing that his cock was even bigger than that cherished sex toy was making her wild for him.
He was smoothing the front part of her thong over her pussy. “There it is,” he said, using a fingertip to spank her clit. “Hot and up.”
Jaz brought his mouth down on her, swirling his warm tongue around and around very gently. He slid his hands under her buttocks, squeezing and releasing in the same rhythm as his incredibly sensual oral sexing.
Bliss lost all awareness of the room around her, lost in the feeling, knowing only that her one-night-only lover was capable of giving her the ultimate in pleasure in whatever way she chose to be pleasured.
A wave of erotic sensation seized her body, and Bliss writhed. Jaz slid his hands out from under her ass and reached up to pinch her nipples, bringing her to an intense climax without stopping what he was doing with his mouth.
Uncontrollably, she pushed her hips into his face, coming for him hard, bouncing her ass on the edge of the bed until the waves of pleasure died away. He wiped his wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, leaving her there, panting with satisfaction, her eyes half-closed.
She heard him pick up his pants and get a condom out of his wallet. Bliss couldn’t resist watching him roll it on. She heard the foil rip and opened her eyes, watching the thin latex roll down and sheathe his huge penis. True to form, he watched her watching him—and got even bigger.
Bliss got rid of her soaked thong panties and scooted up on the bed not a second before he pounced, on all fours above her, ready to rock. He kissed her neck, her cheeks, her tumbled hair with ardent eagerness, reaching a hand down to position his cock at her still throbbing pussy.
“You’re so wet, Bliss. And so swollen. This is going to feel like heaven to me. I almost came when you did, baby.”
“No,” she whispered. “I want you inside me. I want to come again. Give it to me. All the way.”
He did. Inch by inch.
Pinned by his powerful body above her and a shaft that throbbed like a jet engine, Bliss reached her second climax in a minute or two, hanging on to his muscular ass, stroking his back, kissing him like a wild woman. But Jaz’s excellent control kept him stiff and sure, pounding and thrusting into her tight, slick flesh for all he was worth…and not much later, they hit that high together at last.
2
“I think this is the start of something good.”
Bliss lifted her sweaty head from the pillow and shot Jaz a quizzical look. “No, no. You client. Me ad agency slave. This was a fling. Nothing more to it than that.”
He laughed and rubbed her belly. She couldn’t help arching a little under his caress. “You sure, Bliss?”
He rolled her over, facing him, and took her in his arms. Bliss was eating this up, even though she knew it wasn’t going to last. “God, that name fits you,” he said. He smoothed her hair back away from her face and blew a cooling breath onto her damp temples. “That’s just what sex with you feels like. So when am I going to see you again? I know I agreed to just this once, but I changed my mind. You changed my mind.”
She shrugged as best she could that close to his chest. “In New York, I guess. I tend to hole up in the office. The air conditioning in my sublet is geriatric.”
He kissed her in the middle of her forehead. “Forget the office. Come out to my beach house. You can catch the train from where you are and have sand between your toes in less than an hour. I have a house on Pine Island, in Breezy Bay. Great place. No cars allowed in the summer months, just bicycles and little red wagons to drag your groceries home.”
“Pine Island? My boss has a house there. But I think she said it was near the Summer Club.”
Jaz pulled back a little to look down at her. “Small world. That’s about half a mile from my house. What’s her name again?”
“Viola Lentone.”
“Right. Dora told me. I don’t think I know her.”
“But her married name was different—actually, she’s had more than one married name. She’s been divorced three or four times. I think she got the beach house from husband number two.”
“Describe her.”
Bliss’s reply was somewhat muffled by his chest, because Jaz was holding her close again. He was a very affectionate guy but sometimes he made it difficult to talk. “Tall. Elegant. Shoulder-length silver hair with dramatic black eyebrows. And she always wears huge silver hoop earrings.”
“Hmm. Sounds familiar,” Jaz said slowly. “Well, maybe I do know her. I’m pretty sure I ran into someone like that at a couple of deck parties last year. There’s only about fifty houses in the Summer Club and Breezy Bay combined. Eventually you meet everybody.”
Bliss’s heart sank. That was one really good reason to end this fling right now, right here. She wanted to keep her job. Banging a major client wasn’t the way to do it, no matter how much fun sex with him was. She wasn’t going to take a chance on running into Vi if she took Jaz up on his offer.
“Anyway, you should come out. No law against having fun, is there?”
Bliss struggled out of his arms and sat up, fluffing her hair. “Maybe.” She turned to look at Jaz in all his brawny glory. His green eyes were sleepy-sexy and he reached out a hand to hold hers. “I guess I would if I was sure Vi wasn’t going to be there.”
She thought again of her cramped sublet and the long summer ahead, and wondered why she didn’t just say yes. She wasn’t that afraid of Vi’s temper.
Okay, she was.
And this guy is too good to be true, she told herself. Once he sees my crummy apartment and how hard I have to scratch just to get by, he’ll bow out.
“Bliss, she won’t fire you. The HT account is worth millions to your agency.”
“That’s precisely my point.” Bliss rolled away, dragging the tangled top sheet with her, and draping herself in it as she stood up. “Besides, you haven’t actually said in so many words that Lentone Fitch & Garibaldi actually has the account.”
“You know I want to go with you guys,” he said indignantly. “Rolling around in bed with you has nothing to do with my decision. I made up my mind long before I got your clothes off. So did Alf. He buttonholed me while you were taking the factory tour. He likes you a lot.”
Bliss nodded, not sure if she should tell him that maybe the outgoing CEO liked her a little too much.
“You picked up the details of our operation in record time and I thought your marketing ideas were amazing—” He broke off and scowled at her. “Goddamn it, do we have to talk shop?”
“Yes.” She found two corners of the sheet and tied it in a knot over her breasts.
He braced himself on his elbows and stayed on the bed, looking at her longingly. “Do you seriously think we’re going to be satisfied with having sex just once?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere. Because that was probably the best sex I ever had.”
Bliss held up a hand. “This is not a negotiation. We will now resume our normal business relationship.”
He stared at her doubtfully. “You have got to be kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Jaz swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, walking over to her. “Don’t make me spout a lot of bad dialogue, Bliss. I don’t want this to end. I really like you. Come out to my beach house and play. I really, really like you.