A_Little_Harmless_Fascination (19 page)

“I come home and find you lying here, smelling of a garden
and looking beyond decadent. It’s enough to make a man crazy.”

There was enough of a lip on the tub for him to balance
himself on the edge.

"So I take it you're done for the day?"

There was an edge to his voice that told her of the hunger
building in him. Heat flared low in her tummy and all the moisture dried up in
her mouth. He slipped his fingers over her nipple as it peeked up through the
bubbles. They tightened instantly. After placing a hand on the other side of
the tub, he balanced himself and lowered his head to take her nipple in his
mouth. She closed her eyes and groaned. She had never been uncomfortable with
her sexuality, but there was something slightly embarrassing that this man did
this to her so easily. He had barely touched her, and she was ready to come.

He lifted his head and stood. “Out.”

For a second, she didn’t respond. Her damn mind was still
trying to deal with the delicious heat rolling through her system. Apparently,
he took it as disobedience.

“Out
now
.”

This time, he was a bit more forceful in his direction. She
stood as he’d ordered and stepped out of the tub. He held out his hand and
helped. She was standing on the rug dripping wet, bubbles sliding down her
body. He grabbed a towel and dried her. She wasn't expecting him to take so
long, but she should have. It showed her who was in control, and while she had
heard the arousal in his voice, she was sure it was there to prove to her that
he could still control himself.

If she didn't like it, she would complain, but the truth of
the matter was she loved it. There was something to be said for a man who could
control himself. And it enticed her. What would it take to make him lose
control?

He slid the towel over her body, paying special attention to
her breasts, then slipped it down between her legs. He pressed against her
pussy with his towel-draped fingers. She closed her eyes and released a steady
breath.

"Same rules as before, Jillian. No coming without my
command."

He pressed hard, and her knees buckled. The roughness of the
cloth was creating such delicious friction that she felt herself dampen.

He dropped the towel and moved in behind her. "Hands on
the counter."

She did as ordered.

"Spread those legs, Jillian. I want to see how wet that
pretty little cunt of yours is."

Heat lanced through her at the words. She knew her legs were
shaking when she separated them. Conner stepped up behind her and slipped his
finger along her slit. Another gush of liquid filled her pussy.

He pulled his hand out from between her legs and then lifted
the fingers to his mouth. She watched him in the mirror as he tasted her on his
fingers. He made a low humming noise.

"You are always delicious." He caught her gaze in
the mirror. "Wait here."

He left her, and she didn't move. She knew if he wanted her
to, he would have told her. And God help her, that was a turn-on. The fact that
she wanted to do it, that he would come back and be turned on by the sight, was
so arousing. When he returned, he was naked, his erection easy for her to see.
It curved up against his belly, and she couldn't take her gaze off it as she
watched him in the mirror. She licked her lips. He chuckled and swatted her
ass.

"You are a very bad girl, Jillian. Of course, now that
I know you have a taste for my cock, I will definitely make sure you get that
reward when you’re good."

Then she noticed what he had in his hands. In one he held a
vibrator, one of the toys he’d apparently gotten for her. The other, a package
of lube.

"I want to fuck that ass tonight, but I want to make
sure that you can handle it."

Without being aware of it at first, her spine stiffened. He
chuckled. "This is for safety and for my peace of mind. Plus,” he said as
he turned the vibrator on, "you will love it, I am sure."

He stood behind her again, his cock against her ass, and she
moved her hips. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Naughty."

The way he said it made her think that he liked it. He liked
it a lot. The idea that he would be turned on by that, then punish her, added
another layer of need to her arousal.

He stepped back a second and slipped the vibe between her
legs. He had it on the lowest level, but the tiny vibrations filtered through
her body. The dampness in her pussy grew, and she knew she was probably
dripping all over the toy as he turned up the vibrations.

"Open your eyes."

She did and watched him in the mirror. "Look down, at
your pussy."

It took her a second, but she did it. He slipped the vibe
between her pussy lips, and she sighed. He jacked up the speed, and she moaned.

“You wanna come, Jillian?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.”

The moment she said it, his mouth moved over her neck and he
whispered, “Come now, baby. Come for me.”

She could do nothing else but obey. Her body was so in tune
to his voice, she almost came on command. She shivered as her orgasm gathered
then exploded through her system.
 

“Conner!” Her voice bounced off the walls of her bathroom.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. Fuck.”

He turned the vibe higher, and she came again, the orgasm
almost bringing her to her knees.

By the time she was coming down from it, she almost fell. He
pulled the vibe out and set it on the counter, easily taking her into his arms
to carry her to the other room.

He laid her on the bed and kissed her forehead. “Be right
back. Stay here.”

He left her there, and she had time to catch her breath, but
just barely. When Conner returned, he had the vibe and the plug in his hands.
He set them on the mattress within reach, then he slid onto the bed beside her.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

God she liked the way he said it, the way he made it sound
sexy. There wasn’t anything derogatory or demeaning about it.

“Pretty damn good.”

He smiled at that and leaned down for a kiss. It was almost
sweet the way it started, a brushing of his lips against hers. But soon, his
tongue slipped into her mouth, and she felt her body respond. She hadn’t
thought she could go another round, but the need he built up so easily in her
was blossoming once again.

He kissed a path down her body, slipping his tongue into her
belly button, then further down. Conner took his time as always, as if he were
tasting the most wonderful of treats.

By the time he settled his mouth against her pussy, she was
already starting to feel her arousal surge. Again and again, he plunged his
tongue into her, building her back up, pushing her to that edge, but not enough
to let go.

He pulled back a moment later and flipped her on her
stomach. She let out a muffled shriek and a laugh.

“We are definitely going to have fun tonight.”

She heard the way his voice deepened over the words, and it
spoke to her. She had never had a man who could get her aroused by just
speaking, but Conner could.

He leaned over her, and she knew he had picked up the lube.

“We’ll take this slow, okay?”

She heard the concern threaded with need. It touched her
that he would stop if she said no. He would not be happy, but he would do it.

“Okay.”

She heard the rustling of a wrapper and knew he was putting
on a condom. He slipped his fingers in first, and she realized that he had
gotten some lube. The cool gel was the first thing she noticed. Then his finger
eased in.

“Relax. Take a deep breath, let it out.”

She did as ordered, and she felt his cock against her
puckered hole. She tensed, and he leaned over.

“Remember, relax.”

She nodded, and he eased in past the first ring. She’d had
anal sex before, but not with a man who was so large. It took him a while to
work his cock up her ass. By the time he did, she felt like she was going to
explode. Slowly, he started to move. At first it hurt, but he reached between
her legs and teased her clit. She tightened her ass in reaction, and he
groaned.

“Fuck, yeah, that is good. So good,” he said, smacking her
ass with his free hand. The sting filtered over her, affecting both her holes,
causing her to tighten on his cock in her ass again. He smacked her again, the
sting shooting through her. Soon, the pain was forgotten. It mixed with
pleasure, pushing her to another orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, come for me. Now, I want you with
me.”

He pinched her clit hard, and she came then, her body
bucking up against him as another orgasm filtered through her body.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck. Fuck!”

He thrust into her a couple of more times, and then he
groaned her name, sinking into her ass and coming.

He fell over her and they collapsed on the bed. His breath
was against her ear and she shivered.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, but she could feel the tears again. Why did this
man do this to her? He didn’t really romance her, but he brought out a primal
need in her she couldn’t seem to deny.

It left her feeling raw and exposed.

With a sigh, he lifted himself up and then pulled out of
her. He left to go to the bathroom, and she heard the water in the tub running.

For a moment, she wondered if he had just left her there to take
a shower. But less than a minute later, he was back in the room. Without a
word, he rolled her over, picked her up in his arms and carried her into the
bathroom.

There were candles lit on the counter, and the tub was
filling up with bubbles.

“You didn’t have to do that, Conner.” But it melted her
heart just the same.

“You have to be careful. You need to soak. And since I saw
you in the tub, I wanted to slip in there with you and just relax.”

She looked at him and realized he was serious. That was a big
thing to get from Conner Dillon. She cleared the knot in her throat.

“I’d like that too.”

He smiled as if she had offered him gold, and he stepped
into the tub then set her on her feet. After they settled in, Jillian turned
off the water and leaned back against Conner’s chest.

“This is nice,” he said, his voice filled with sleepy
satisfaction.

“Yeah, it is.”

And they stayed there, listening to the surf against the
rocks, in the candlelight, and just enjoyed.

Conner paced Jillian’s small kitchen and tried to keep his
irritation at bay. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours, but he was ready for Devon
to find something, anything, in his history.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor, and I will add it
to your tab at the end of your stay.”

He turned around to scowl at her, and he stopped when he saw
her. He was used to seeing her in her casual clothes. He wasn’t prepared to see
her in a dress. A definite fantasy of a dress at that.

It was blue-green, the same color as her eyes. The fabric
was sheer and light. It draped her body, clinging to her full, rounded hips,
and gave a hint of cleavage. The skirt clung to her legs, but when she walked,
it seemed to float around her ankles. She was wearing some kind of strappy,
high-heeled sandal, and to top it off, her toenails had been painted to match
her dress.

“Conner?”

It took him a moment to realize he had been staring at her
toes. He tore his attention away and finally looked up at her face. The barely-there
makeup made her stunning, as did the light red lipstick she wore. She’d pulled
her braids back and had something dangling from her ears.

“Conner?” she asked again.

He shook his head, trying to come to his senses. “Sorry, you
just sort of stunned me.”

Jillian gave him a dazzling smile. “Thank you. If it leaves
you this stupid, I think I might put on a dress and heels more often.”

Conner shook his head as he walked toward her. “Just the
heels will do.”

He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her against
him. She felt right against him, as if she was made for him.

“Oh, so you like the heels, do you?”

“Yeah. Cause it makes it a lot easier to do this.”

He kissed her then, keeping his eyes open as he did it. She shivered,
and he felt the familiar tug of need.

She pulled back from the kiss and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t
even think about it, buster.”

“What?”

“I got all pretty, and you are taking me to a wedding. Got
that?”

He frowned. “I think you got that wrong. I give the orders.”

She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer for a
quick, loud kiss. “And I think if you want to keep giving those orders in the
bedroom, you’ll give me cake and champagne today. I hear Cynthia is the person
in charge of the cake, and I do not miss a chance at getting something from
that bakery.”

He sighed. “The things I do for you.”

She giggled, and he suddenly felt lighter. With her hand in
his, he walked her out the door, determined to enjoy the afternoon.

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Jillian took a sip of some very good champagne and looked
out over the crowd gathered for the reception. The ceremony had been intimate,
filled with only the closest of friends and family. Probably because the chapel
had been small. Here, though, the party was picking up steam. A unique
gathering of cops, FBI agents—some who knew Conner—and Rough ‘n Ready patrons
mingled through the most beautiful room. She sighed, not able to avoid falling
for the romance of the situation. She loved weddings and rarely got to attend them.

Maybe one day, Maura would get married. Then she could be in
the wedding. She had never been a bridesmaid, and although she had heard horror
stories about being an attendant, she thought it might be fun.