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She hesitated and he prompted, “Whatever worked for you last
time, it involved you taking orders. Maybe you’re used to that with your job or
whatever. I don’t want to speculate.”

“Then don’t.” She showed a little more fire than he expected
Michael saw. But ordering her around in bed appealed to him. He supposed he had
more of the old man’s genes in him than he had thought.

“All I’m saying is if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. You’re
here. Just go with it. Stand up.”

She did, after no more than a second.

“You’re beautiful in that dress. Did you wear it for me?”

“No. I had to personally cry off an appointment Mr. Reynolds
had with the head of a delegation from—”

“I don’t care where they were from.”

She shrugged.

“So you wore it for them, but you’ll take it off for me.”

Her blue eyes wide, she did, leaving it in a dark shimmery
pool on the floor. The dress might not have been for him, but he had the
feeling the underwear was. It wasn’t the demure white she had worn under her
pink dress at the party. It was red this time. Fuck-me red, although he had
interpreted her white underwear as fuck-me white as well, so he supposed
Andrea’s body in underwear no matter what the color said
fuck me
to
Evan.

The red silk was nice, though, the barest of cups for the
bra and the slightest of strings for the hips. There was a tiny triangle of red
silk at her pubis, which was waxed clean. He hadn’t been surprised by that when
he thought she was a professional, but he was now.

“Turn around.”

He wanted to see how it stacked up in back.

She did.

“Oh, that is very hot, Miss Prentiss. Very hot.” It wasn’t a
G-string, but it was damn close. He stared at the high white curve of her ass
with just that thin strip of red covering the crack. He couldn’t claim celibacy
this time as an excuse for his urgency. He’d had her mere days ago but he felt
not the least bit sated. He stared at her and all he felt was hunger. Sharp.
Insistent.

He came up behind her, caressing each cheek of her ass
before wandering the smooth skin of her back up to her delicate shoulder bones,
kissing her neck all the while. “Take your hair down.”

But he didn’t wait for her to follow orders this time. His
fingers tangled in the smooth mass, doing it for her, tugging, dislodging,
until her hair came tumbling down around her all the way to her waist in long
brown waves that he smoothed and rubbed between his fingers. He turned her
around to face him, his hands going to her breasts, fondling her through the
cups as she sucked in a breath, before resting on her shoulders.

“Go down on me,” he ordered softly.

Whoa. He had no idea where that had come from. He usually
didn’t demand a blowjob right off, even when he was paying for it. As much as
some women claimed they loved the act, it was his own personal opinion that a
girl had to be wildly turned on before she could enjoy having her mouth pumped
full of cock. Call him crazy, but he was a sensitive guy. So he didn’t go
around insisting on it right off.

But his cock was stretching the cotton of his briefs, hard
and throbbing, his jeans still open, and somehow asking her to suck him off
seemed like the logical thing to say.

An unfamiliar cell phone ring took her attention away from
his cock, where she’d been staring as if about to obey his request, and she stepped
away immediately to pull the phone from her purse and answer it.

“Don’t—” he tried, but she was already speaking into the
phone. And not in English either.

Despite being in red silk underwear alone in a hotel room
with a man whose cock was definitely
engaged
,Andrea assumed a
kind of
disengaged
professional aura, as if she was in a boardroom or
the office
.

And what the hell was she speaking? Languages were not his
thing at the best of times. Right now, with all the blood going from his head
south, he was congratulating himself that he could tell it wasn’t English in
the first place.

In an effort to calm down, he went to the bar and got out a
cold beer. Some craft brew that had the word Bollywood in it. Sadly, he was on
his second and she still hadn’t hung up. Maybe he should hold the cold can to
his cock, since it hadn’t lost any of its enthusiasm. He tried to be patient.
He tried not to stare at her shapely white limbs, the graceful shake of her
long brown hair, the way she bit her luscious lower lip while she was listening
to whoever was on the other end of the call.

He took another swig of the beer as she switched to English.
“I’m most grateful. Goodbye.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as she tossed her iPhone back
into her purse.

“Sorry about that. It took me longer than I expected. My Mandarin’s
a little rusty. It was more difficult to get the concept across than it should
have been.”

Who was this girl?

“No problem.” He put his can of beer on the nightstand. “I
should have offered you something to drink, though. Can I get you anything?”

“No, thank you. I don’t drink. Now where were we?”

He hesitated to mention. Her phone rang again.

“Hey, come on,” he cautioned, but she went immediately to
the phone, checking the caller ID.

“It’s your brother. I have to pick up.”

Before he could object, she was speaking into the phone.
“Yes, Mr. Reynolds.” She paused. “Oh Vanny. Hi.” Her voice got a lot more
relaxed. “You took his phone away from him, eh?” Apparently she liked Michael’s
new girlfriend. “Oh no, everything was fine. Tell him not to worry about a
thing. They’ll still be extending the export license and they’ll be saying a
prayer for him at all of the shrines within a ten-mile radius of the factory.”
She laughed as she listened. “Well, it can’t hurt… No, not at all… I’m sure you
will… Me too. Good night, Vanny.”

She hung up and Evan plucked the phone from her, switching
the ringer off and tossing it away while she watched him without expression. It
was an aggressive move more in keeping with one of his brothers than himself,
but he didn’t stop to question it.

“I’m supposed to be accessible,” she explained.

“So be accessible. To
me.
” He grabbed her by the
waist and, kissing her, twirled her around until they landed on the bed with
him on top. Fuck the slow, savoring crap. He was going for it while he could.
And getting a blowjob suddenly wasn’t enough. He wanted his cock inside her,
with her fully
engaged
. Now. Kneeing her legs open, he nudged the little
triangle of silk aside and felt her hot, wet pussy, shoving his middle finger
in as she arched.

“You like that, Andrea? I can call you, Andrea, can’t I?” he
teased as he added another finger and flicked her puffy clit with the pad of
his thumb. Her eyes drifted shut as he swirled his fingers around, pushing her
thighs open wider with his other hand, feeling again how very tight she was.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“With you,” she murmured as he worked her.

“Before me,” he prodded.

“What does that matter? You used a condom.”

“I’m not talking about safe sex. I don’t think you’re
promiscuous. I think you’re—”

She surged up to kiss the last part out of him before he
could say it. The feel of her little tongue darting between his lips as her
tight warmth clenched against his fingers below almost made him change the
subject. Almost.

“How long had it been before me?” he got out.

“None of your fucking business.”

“It’s surprisingly hot when you say ‘fuck’, Andrea. Why is
that?”

She shifted her head from side to side and bucked into him.
“Please.”

“Oh, I like it when you beg even more than when you talk
dirty.”

He kissed her again, sucking her tongue, causing her to
wriggle even more, but he clamped down on one of her hips to hold her still so
that he could control the pace. He didn’t want her coming until he could feel
it with his cock.

Of course he didn’t want himself coming yet either, which
meant he needed to get inside her soon. He slipped her panties, such as they
were, off. “Shall I keep these too, Andrea?” He dropped them by the bed and
reached down behind her to unclasp her bra, flinging it away as he stood up to
shuck his pants. He had had a box of condoms waiting on the night table from
the time he had gotten back from the hospital and he only wished he didn’t even
have to take the time to unwrap one.

Since he did, he at least had the opportunity to really look
at her as she lay naked on his bed. He shook his head as he unrolled the condom
onto his aching dick. “You’re perfect.”

She opened her eyes with a little laugh. “That’s me. Perfect
little Miss Prentiss.”

Something about the way she said it made him think she was
being ironic. As for him, he was being absolutely, completely serious. She was
perfect. So much so that even when the condom was on, he paused to drink her
in, the flawless fair skin, tiny waist and high, firm tits. Lying down next to
her, he even refrained from pouncing on her right off to skim his fingers along
her lithe thigh, her puffy little cunt and then her pale-pink nipples, hard and
aching for his mouth. “You
are
perfect. Everybody thinks so,” he
whispered.

“And that’s the important thing, isn’t it?”

He wanted to ask her what she meant. To talk to her. To have
a regular conversation. He really did. But his body wasn’t cooperating. It knew
what it wanted. Tangling his legs with hers, he came up on top of her and slid
his dick inside, nice and deep as he could get it. Although she was still
tight, their session the other day and his fingers earlier had loosened her.
Even so, the grip of her warm, wet pussy was almost enough to make him come
right there. When he moved, it got better but also worse. He had to work hard
to keep his, er, head as he thrust against her.

She tilted her hips farther, moaning, and wrapped her legs
around his ass, digging her heels into his cheeks as she strained against him.

He wasn’t a talker during sex. Usually. But something about
the sound she made egged him on. “You like that, Andrea?”

She moaned again.

“Tell me,” he urged, balancing on his palms, watching each
expression on her face, though her eyes had drifted shut. “Tell me how you like
fucking me. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

His body followed his words, fucking her in time to them. “Tell
me. Tell me how you feel.”

Each slide of his cock out of her wet pussy had her inner
muscles clenching to hold him there, each thrust back in made him feel like a
conqueror being welcomed back into the gates of the city.

But eyes closed, she resisted his urging to speak.

Abruptly, he pulled out of her and her eyes opened just as
he came up on his knees.

“What are you—”

He flipped her over so that her perfect ass was right in
front of his cock and she looked over her shoulder in confusion.

“On your knees.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and
tugged her up.

“Oh.”

Positioning her aggressively, he kneed her legs open,
pushing her shoulders down so she was at more of an angle, her glistening wet
pussy open to him.

He slid inside, holding her hips, making her take him deep. Then
he held himself there, motionless, both of them breathing heavily as he pulsed
inside her. When he started up again, it was fierce and fast, the jiggle of her
breasts as he thrust into her just visible over her shoulder. Christ, she felt
good.

“Oh, you’re so deep,” she murmured and he came with one last
thrust, milking it as he felt her come as well.

Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her damp shoulder,
moving her hair from her face. “You really are perfect.”

“I don’t like it when you say that.”

A little of the clipped tone had crept back into her voice
and he rolled off her onto his back.

“Why not?”

“I’m not perfect. Nobody’s perfect.”

“Except Michael maybe,” he said with a laugh.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how he treated most of the
women he’s ever been with.”

Evan had been worried maybe Andrea was a little in love with
his brother. Her tone took care of that. Nobody was a hero to their own valet,
or some shit like that. He didn’t like to think maybe Andrea didn’t even like
Michael, though. His big brother was a pompous tight-ass most of the time, but
at heart he was a good guy.

“The Reynolds men are notoriously hard on their women. It
runs in the family.”

She stiffened. “Except when they’re in bed with them, I
suppose.”

He knew when not to step into a minefield. “At least Michael
seems to have found his match in this Vanny.”

“Yes, she’s a strong girl. She’ll be good for your brother.”

He got up to take a sip of his half-finished beer. “Why
don’t you drink?” he asked casually.

“I don’t like what it does to people.”

“Relaxes them?”

“Makes them numb to things they should feel.”

When he looked back at her, he saw she had retrieved her
phone and was playing with it, presumably switching the ringer back on. He
peeled the condom off, though he was by no means done with Andrea Prentiss. “Do
you want to order dinner?”

Her phone rang and without hesitation she picked it up and
conversed, buck-naked. This time it was French and he did know a smattering of
that thanks to his mother’s tendency to drag him along with her on shopping
trips to France when he was a boy. She was always looking for that perfect
little black dress, tantalizingly out of reach in some wildly expensive hole-in-the-wall
shop off the Champs-Élysées.

Andrea seemed to be talking to one of the foreign offices of
Reynolds Industries, not Paris since it was too early for it there, but
someplace with a colonial legacy where they still spoke French. Indonesia
maybe. Who the hell knew? She was assuring them that “
Monsieur
Reynolds
n’est pas mort
,” but instead would be just fine. It took a good five
minutes but he supposed the entire Reynolds empire had to be assured that the
crown prince was still hale and hearty and up to shepherding them all through
their profitable throes.

He shouldn’t be so cavalier but he had never been a fan of
the family business. He only got involved when Michael or his father wanted an
environmental consultation, which was what he had studied at Yale. Even when
they were ostensibly consulting him, he tried to keep his distance, sensing
they were just trying to involve him for the sake of it rather than genuinely
wanting his opinion anyway.

Andrea stood up when her call was done and looked around
distractedly.

“Where did you learn to speak so many languages?”

“Languages come easily to me. If I’m exposed to them for any
period of time, I tend to pick them up and don’t seem to lose them. Unlike my
bra,” she muttered. She bent down to look under the bed and gave him a fetching
view of her bare ass, and he pulled her up to lie beside him again, throwing
one leg over hers to keep her there.

“Don’t get dressed yet. My vigor comes back pretty quickly.
Give me a minute.”

She smiled slightly and he traced it with his forefinger on
her very soft pink lips, kissed clean. “You
are
interesting, Andrea.
Where are you from?”

She stiffened, then said casually, “Why? Did someone say I
wasn’t interesting?”

“Not at all. My brother Chris just tried to warn me off you.
Said you shot everybody down,
even
him.”

She laughed. “That sounds like that particular brother of
yours, I must admit. None of the Reynolds brothers lack confidence, but I
believe Christopher got an extra dose somewhere.”

Now that they’d had fantastic sex with him knowing who she
was, Evan felt that must count for something, confidence or no confidence. “What
are you doing working as a secretary?”

“Earning a living.”

“No, as a secretary, I mean. To hear Chris talk, you run
Reynolds Industries.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Where were you educated?”

“Why all these questions about me, Evan?”

“I want to get to know you.”

“Why?”

Good question actually. Usually he couldn’t get away from a
girl fast enough once he was done in bed with her.

“Fine, then you get to know me.”

“I already know everything about you. I know everything
about all of the members of the Reynolds family. It’s my business to.”

He fought down the umbrage he always felt being considered
just one of Damien Reynolds’ sons. Michael Reynolds’ youngest brother. “My life
doesn’t revolve around Reynolds Industries. I don’t have much to do with the
rest of them.”

“Or anyone else, to hear the others talk about you.”

“I suppose that’s because I’m the only one of my father’s
children he didn’t get to ‘keep’ in the divorce.”

“Yes, I know. Your mother had money of her own.”

“It wasn’t as easy to push her around as it was his other
wives.”

“Is that why you’re such an isolationist?”