Taming the VIP Playboy / Promoted To Wife?: Taming the VIP Playboy. Katherine Garbera
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imagine, but I thought you wanted to wait.”
“Touché,” he said, snaking his hands around her back and undoing the clasp of her bra. He pushed the fabric up out of his way and then lifted her off his lap. “I can’t see you in this light.”
He rolled over and turned the bedside light on. “Take your blouse off.”
She removed it and her bra as he took off his shirt. The muscles she’d noted when he’d carried her were visible now. His pecs well-developed, his arms all sinew and strength.
He had a light dusting of hair on his chest and it tapered down to a thin line, which disappeared under his belt into his pants.
She stood up next to him. She caressed him from his neck down his chest. Swirled her fingers over his pecs and thumbed his flat nipples before letting her touch go lower.
He stood there and let her explore him. She liked the way the hair on his chest abraded her palm. She liked the warmth of his body and the strength in him.
She leaned down and let her lips follow the path that her hands had. She nibbled on his neck and felt his hands on her back, sliding up and down. Rubbing over her spine and then moving slowly back up.
She felt him lower the zipper at the side of her skirt and the fabric pooled around her feet. She stood there in her flesh-colored bikini panties. He took her hands in his and held her arms away from her body.
“Someday, I’m going to ask you to dance for me when we are alone,” he said.
“I might,” she said. “But only if you do something for me.”
He nodded and brought his hands to his belt. Slowly he undid it and drew it through the loops on his pants. He tossed it on the floor and then pushed his pants down. “Come here.”
“No, you come here,” she said.
He arched one eyebrow at her and came over to her. She pushed him down on the bed and gave him a minute to get situated before she came down on top of him. She put her hands on his shoulders as she straddled his hips. She rubbed her feminine center over his erection and felt his flesh flex under her.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Hell, yes.”
He gripped her hips and rubbed her over his penis. She tipped her head back as she enjoyed the sensation, which spread out all over her body. Gooseflesh spread down her arms and her nipples tightened.
Nate leaned up and ran his tongue over her nipple and her flesh tightened even more. She shifted her shoulders so that her nipple brushed over his lips before he closed them around it and suckled her deeply. “I want you,” Nate said.
“I know,” she whispered. She leaned down over him, rubbing her self against him.
“Why aren’t we completely naked?” he asked.
“I … I don’t know. I thought you’d like to do the honors.”
“Indeed, I would,” he said.
He pulled her flush against his body and rolled them to their sides. Then his hands swept down over the curve of her hips. He tugged on the waistband of her panties lowering them slowly. She lifted up to help him and he pulled them down her legs and tossed them on the floor.
“Lay on your back,” he said. “I want to remember how you look on my bed.”
She liked that idea, so she rolled over. “How do I look?”
“Like a siren beautiful enough to tempt a man from the sea. To tempt me into dangerous waters.”
She lifted her knee up and parted her legs. “Surely I’m not dangerous, Nate.”
He shook his head. “You are the kind of danger I love—highly addictive.”
He stripped his own underwear off and stood next to the bed completely naked. His erection was long and wide and she bit her lip at the thought of having him inside her.
She reached out and touched the tip of his shaft and it became even more engorged with blood. She ran her finger around the edge of it and then wrapped her hand around him.
His hips canted toward her. He had one knee on the bed and his hands on her thighs before he pulled back.
“Damn. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m a dancer … I can’t afford to get pregnant unless I am ready to retire.”
“Good. Then we don’t have to worry about a condom,” he said.
“Actually …” she said. “I want you to wear one. You are a bit of a player.”
She hated to say that especially since they were so intimate right now but she wasn’t going to be stupid about her own health.
“I guess you have a point. Give me a second,” he said. He left the bed and was back in less than a minute.
“Come to me.”
He nodded and came down on top of her. But he supported his weight with his elbows and his knees at first, hovering over her. He kissed a path from her neck down to her sternum and then nibbled at her belly button.
Everything inside of her clenched as moisture pooled between her thighs. She wanted him inside of her. She didn’t want to wait another minute but she also enjoyed what he was doing too much to ask him to stop.
He slid lower between her open thighs and she watched him as he looked down at her body. He parted her nether lips and leaned in to stroke his tongue over the bud at her center.
The touch of his tongue was electric and she jerked on the bed. No man had done this before. She wasn’t sure she liked it at first but Nate took his time lapping at her most sensitive flesh until she put her hands in his hair and held him to her. She was so close to an orgasm and she didn’t want him to move … not yet.
He slipped one finger into her and she moaned. Her legs moved on the bed, and around his head. It was too much as he added a second finger and continued to stroke inside of her.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
He lifted his head and looked up the expanse of her body at her. “Do it.”
He lowered his head once again and she felt the careful scrape of his teeth against her intimate flesh. Her muscles tightened and her climax roared through her. She clutched his head to her body as her hips jerked off the bed.
She kept spasming and he kept his hand between her legs as he slid up her body. He positioned himself between her thighs and waited poised at the portal of her body for a minute. The feel of the tip of his manhood there made her crave more of him.
She put her heels on the bed and lifted her hips trying to take him deeper but he shook his head. “I want this to go slowly.”
“I want you inside me, Nate. Now.”
Taking his time, he slid inside her body inch by inch and once he was fully seated he waited until she moved her hips and then he started thrusting slowly inside. He felt so damned good inside of her.
He thrust more quickly and his hands tightened on her hips. He brought his mouth to her neck and kissed her there whispering dark words of passion in her ear until she felt like she was going to come again. She reached down and clutched his buttocks, drawing him closer to her with each thrust. He moaned her name as she came again.
This time was so much more intense. She couldn’t stop her body from thrusting up against him. His hips began to pump frantically into her and then he called her name as he came.
He held her in his arms, rolling to his side when he was able to. The sweat dried on their bodies and Jen looked up at him in the light cast by the bedside lamp. That was the most intense experience in her life. And Nate Stern was not only essentially a stranger but he was also effectively her boss.
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