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          Even though she could be anywhere in the world, Seattle was where she was happiest. She’d set her grandmother up in a beautiful place in Beacon Hill and occasionally went on vacations with her. Sully admired that.

          “Don’t annoy me then, Sean Connery.” Channing mocked then pointed to his button up shirt. “Let me ask you a question; have
you
been picking those to wear or has Miss Fiona been
making
you wear them?”

          His brows drew downwards as he folded his arms across his chest. “My mother, as persuasive as she is, can’t make me wear
anything.”

         
She gave him a droll stare and he deflated. “She starts to get fussy then she starts speaking in Gaelic and I really rather avoid the Gaelic. Have you ever
seen
her when she starts speaking Gaelic?” Sully thanked
God
he had nice hotel accommodations to keep from having to stay with his mother. He also thanked God that Rhona--who’d followed in their father’s footsteps, becoming a lawyer--was wonderful enough to move Fiona far,
far
away from California.

          A small smile curved her lips. “Well there was this one time she found out Rhona and Keith had been living together for a whole year before she told her they were actually even dating...”

          Sully winced. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

          Channing rolled her eyes. “Just take off the shirt man. You look about as comfortable in that as I would in my panties right now.” He stopped unbuttoning his shirt and she sighed loudly. “Why the hell did I just say that?”

          With a grin in place, he continued. “We all have our dirty little fantasies, sweetheart.”

          Her lip curled. “Do you
want
to have to do the chair position again?”

          “No ma’am.” Sully answered quickly.

          “Then just shut it and do as you’re told.”

          “Yes ma’am.”

***

          Christ on high, who was this man? Why did he make her nipples so hard and the seat of her panties so wet? Every time she came into contact with Sully her mind went blank and her body shot off on autopilot. She wanted him. Badly. But that small voice in her head kept reciting the same thing;
don’t be whore! You’ve known him for all of four days!
Even though it felt like much longer due to how much she knew
about
him, Channing still had a small complex about sleeping with her students.

          She’d never broken the rule before and she had no intentions to do so, no matter how sexy Sully was. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t...Oh Jesus! Tattoos! There were so many tattoos! Channing was going to kill Rhona!

          The other night when her friend had called to see how things were going with Sully, she told her as much.

          “Are you insane?! Do you want me to defile your brother?!”

          There was noise that sounded like a gag on the other end. “Please, for the love of God and country, let us never give me that mental image again, kay? Thanks.”

          “Rhona I want to fuck your brother.”

          “Argh! I thought we just talked about this!”

          “I don’t think you grasp why this is such a bad thing.” Channing had said. “I
shouldn’t
want to fuck your brother but I do. A lot.”

          Her friend took a deep breath. “Alright so we’ll discuss this once and then I
never
want to broach the subject again. If you would like to have some
adult time
with Sully--”

          “Really? Adult time? Is that what we’re using?”

          “--Then I suggest you stop worrying about the negatives here and simply do it.” Rhona continued over Channing’s interruption. “And that you lock the details of said adult time away in a mental vault that I never have access to.”

          It sounded like something Nana Tessa would tell her. Currently the old goose was setting sail off the coast of Miami, enjoying a lovely vacation that Channing chose to send her on as an early birthday present. But if she were here, she’d probably tell her to have an open mind and open thighs along with it. How weird was that?

          Channing’s attention was drawn back to Sully as he moved to stand in the middle of the room, his look expectant, most of his torso covered in a simple white tank. She’d been debating whether or not to get a tattoo for quite a while. She wanted the words “The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word” by Mata Harti on her right shoulder blade but she’d never found a place she trusted enough to do so.

At the moment, her eyes were on the half sleeves of his inked up arms. With him being an artist she’d expected him to, of course, have his tatts but she didn’t expect it to make her thighs clench with every breath. Good lord, couldn’t she be around him for five minutes without wanting to jump him? Was that too much to ask?

          With the sigh of a martyr, she walked towards the sound system and turned on a soft piano instrumental then slowly approached the Scotsman who was watching her; blue eyes focused on her every move.

          Channing swallowed then commanded, “Back straight. Shoulders up.”

          Sully did as she said before holding out his hands for her to take. She placed her palms into his own and tried to ignore how large and warm they were; tried to forget about the night before when she’d imagined how they’d feel on her skin as she stroked herself to completion.

          “Channing.” He called her name softly.

          “Yes?”

          “Look at me.”

          She lifted her eyes to his. Sully’s hands moved from hers, slid up her arms, traced patterns onto her shoulders and back then finally glided to her ass. Channing shuddered against him as he brought their bodies closer and moved in time with the rhythm of the song playing. With every contact of his hips, she felt the ever growing bulge just behind the zipper of his jeans.

          “You feel it too don’t you?” He murmured.

          Swallowing, she nodded.

          “Good.” Was the last word Sully said. The next thing she knew, he was hauling her up against his chest and slanting his mouth over hers, swallowing her gasp and taking advantage of the moment she parted her lips. His tongue came into contact with hers smoothly, stroking over it in a motion that sent cream wetting the lips of her pussy as her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat. This kiss wasn’t soft, it wasn’t gentle, it was dirty and raunchy and all the things she’d wanted out of Sully.

          He kissed her hard, only stopping to gently bite down on her bottom lip and suck it into his mouth, laving the sting away while his hands ventured everywhere they could go. The rough palms snuck their way down underneath the waistband of her yoga pants, gripping the full globes of her bottom and giving it a squeeze that made a moan dredge up from her throat.

          Sully pulled his lips away from her own to run his mouth up her throat and to her ear rasping, “Your arse might be the death of me, woman.” His hands pushed the fabric of her pants down until they pooled around her ankles. “Kick’em away.”

          That goddamn accent just made her wetter as she did what he demanded. With strong arms, he lifted her effortlessly and Channing wrapped her legs around his waist. He fitted her to his body until the apex of her thighs rested directly against his huge hardened denim covered cock. Then he moved, it wasn’t a hard movement, not even fast but it was enough. His hips undulated against her own, imitating the very act that she wanted to participate in with him as he kept his palms directly on her ass.

          Channing’s breath stilted, coming out in harsh pants as he rubbed her clit against him over and over again until stars danced behind her closed lids.

          “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you.” Sully whispered, nipping her earlobe. “I haven’t been able to sleep in the last week. Not after all I could imagine was sinking my dick as far into you as I could.”

          “Fu...oh...oh...”

He pulled back. “Pull up your shirt.”

          Her breathing halted altogether as she obeyed.

“Bra too.” Sully added, eyes focused on her breasts as they bounced.

          “Would you like that? Me fucking you until you can barely move? Stuffing you with all of me until you don’t have a clue where you begin and I end? Hmm?” He moved her faster against him and with every thrust, Channing’s pussy clenched, pulling at the air, seeking for the one thing she wanted the most.

          “Oh God...yes...please...”

          “I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell. Can’t wait to have your clit in my mouth, your body shaking from the force of how hard I’m going to make you come.” He sucked a nipple between his lips then tugged on it with his teeth.

Shit! That was all it took. Channing exploded, still riding the ridge of his erection, her juices soaking the seat of her panties, as her chest heaved with the effort to draw in air.

Sully gave a contented purr. “That was good for the first go. But I think I can pull much more out of you than that.”

Sweet. Jesus.

          Perfect. She was so perfect. With her berry ripe nipples and swiveling hips and her coming all over him and he wasn’t even inside her yet. Yup. Perfect. And he was going to fuck her through the floor. Yup. Through the floor.

          Sully found something akin to a mat and placed Channing on it, resting on her tummy. She was still panting from the force of her climax, didn’t even object to the new position. All he could really focus on was her ass, how it would look pressed up against him when he started thrusting in and out of her. The smooth brown globes were beckoning him to hurry up and get his jeans and boxers down.

          He rooted around in his wallet before finding the strip of condoms he’d placed there for 911 situations and tossed them down beside her prone body. With a grunt, he dropped to his knees behind her and tugged her panties to the side, sliding two fingers into her still quivering canal. Channing immediately clenched around him, calling his name when he brushed that secret place inside that had her pushing back against him and gripping his wrist with one of her hands.

          Pulling his hand away, he brought it up to his lips and sucked the digits clean. “Just as sweet as I thought.”

          She whimpered and he quieted her with an open mouth kiss to her spine, just over the rise of her ass. He ran his hands over the plump flesh then lightly smacked, enjoying the way it jiggled.

          Unable to wait anymore, Sully grabbed a condom and rolled it over his dick. Nudging the entrance of Channing’s pussy with the head, he asked, “Do you want me?”

          She glared at him over her shoulder. “Do you think I’d be spread wide open if I didn’t?”

          He smacked her ass and she yelped. “I asked you a question.”

          “Oh kiss my--”

          Sully smacked her ass again and she groaned.

          “What was that sweetheart?”

          “Yes! Okay?!
Yes,
I want...oh fuck!”

          He’d shoved his way inside her, his thighs slapping into the back of her own as he kept her in her position, closing her legs in the process to give them both a tighter fit as he moved in and out of her. Channing pressed backwards, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts.