MrTemptation (15 page)

Maryanne stood, her face pale. Preston pinched the bridge of
his nose.

Cadence had made her position clear. She needed them to
respect her wishes.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said, raising her chin, “I
need to use the restroom.”

Chapter Eight

Cadence hurried down the narrow corridor, sure steam poured
out of her ears. The nerve of Victoria. Didn’t she have a shred of decency?

Her father’s enemies had been cruel but he’d been married to
the most vicious.

The distant hum of machinery grated on her. When she entered
the ladies’ room, the door didn’t shut behind her. She spun around and saw
Preston.

Her scowl would’ve been enough to discourage a lesser man.

She went to the sink and turned on the cold water, splashed
some on her face. What was meant to clear her head only made things worse.
Tears stung her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Preston came closer and the door swished
closed.

She tried to ignore that they were in the ladies’
room—alone. “I’ve been better.”

“It’ll be okay.”

She pulled out a paper towel from the wall dispenser and
patted her face. Luckily her mascara wasn’t running down her cheeks.

She set her purse on the counter and pulled out her powder
and lip gloss. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You were being honest.”

She glanced at his reflection in the mirror. “Yeah. I guess
I was.”

“And protective.”

“Yeah.” His voice was like a balm.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and put away her makeup.
She met his gaze in the mirror and held it, counting heartbeats. Hers sped up.
From his reflection, the pulse in his neck jumped.

“Make love to me, Preston. Right here. Right now.”

He grabbed her about the waist with one hand and spun her
around.

She fell into his embrace. His warmth encompassed her. His
scent surrounded her and it felt as if everything would be okay, if only for a
few moments. His lips captured hers for a searing kiss.

His tongue swept over the crease between her lips before
thrusting into her mouth to claim her.

Chills of need ran through her body. She’d hungered for
this, for him since the last time they’d kissed. Whenever she was around him,
she became the Cadence she hadn’t known existed.

She grabbed onto his belt and adjusted her body flush
against him. Her breasts brushed over his chest, her nipples taut. She sighed
into his mouth. She wanted him and this time hopefully there would be no
interruptions.

He pushed her against the wall, lifting her arms over her
head and holding her captive. She liked feeling helpless in his arms, as though
he would literally take control of her body, make her feel the things she
craved. His lips tore from hers and trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck to
the opening of her blouse.

His hair tickled her flesh and smelled woodsy and clean. She
thrust her chest upward. Her nipples were hard and ready for him, begged for
him to touch them, lick them. He nuzzled his head into her breasts and, with
his teeth, was able to undo the buttons enough to expose her. She watched, her
mouth salivating, her body taut like a bowstring about to snap. She licked her
lips, held her breath.

He was so fucking hot.

She gasped at the feel of his mouth as it sucked on a nipple
through her lacy bra. The raw feeling of the lace rubbing against her and the
hot wetness of his mouth fueled such an erotic stirring in her pussy, she let
out a cry.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he came up to explore
her mouth again with his.

He tore away from her mouth and he stared into her eyes.
There was more fueled in his dark gaze than just lust, desire. Emotion filled
the depths of his eyes. He didn’t just want her, he
wanted
her.

What she saw in his gaze scared her a little. It was so
deep, so full of something…an emotion she didn’t care to explore.

He stroked his hands over her waist to her hips and broke
the spell by closing his eyes and leaning in to kiss her again. But this time
when his lips touched hers, it was more than two people’s raging lust butting
heads, it was deeper, more meaningful. He kissed her slowly, feeling a lot like
a claiming and surprisingly, Cadence liked it.

She kissed him back with all she had. Forget who they were,
where they were, what their lives held—she would revel in this moment. Who knew
what tomorrow would bring?

He lifted her up at the hips, hiked her skirt up and plopped
her down on the counter. She hissed a breath. The cold marble counter on her
buttocks and thighs made her shiver.

Before she could gain her equilibrium, he began kissing her
neck again, his hands exploring her breasts and moving lower, his fingertips
trailing down her back to grip her ass, and when he lifted her slightly she
began tugging on her pantyhose until they bunched below her hips. She was a
temptress. She was wanton and didn’t care.

His hands explored her where panties should’ve been and he
pressed his hard cock against her bare flesh. The friction was erotic, tempting
beyond reason. She scooted closer, wanting to feel more of his rigid length.

She stroked and caressed his erection through his trousers.
His panting quickened. But this wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel his
flesh in her hands, wrap her fingers around his cock, cup and massage his sac.

She easily unbuttoned his pants and as she pulled down the
zipper, his cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum. She looked
down, gripped him in her fingers as she’d wanted to do. He was long, thick, one
large vein coursing over his length from the root to the head.

His cock’s skin was velvety smooth in her palm, pink and
engorged. She ran her thumb over the darkened head, gathering the moisture
there and shivering at the soft texture against the roughened pad of her thumb.
His head fell back as she stroked him, and he let out a low growl. At first she
gently, teasingly caressed him. His breaths hissed in and out of his parted
lips and his hot gaze connected with hers. She grasped him tightly and stroked
upward.

“Oh God… Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he said
through gritted teeth, his voice gravelly.

Cadence sucked on her lower lip and stroked him faster. “I’m
stroking your cock.”

He chuckled between moans. “Yeah, baby, you are. And it
feels so fucking good.”

Cadence had never talked dirty to a guy before and suddenly
she wanted to. She wanted to be different, bold with Preston. He seemed to
enjoy her touch more than any other man she’d ever been with and it only
spurred her on more.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” She ran her tongue over
her own lips then over his, still jerking his cock with her hand.

“Oh…God… Yes but not…now… Now I want to taste you.” He
stayed her movements, again holding her hostage, kissing her hotly on the lips
and then making his slow, tantalizing way down her neck, over her collarbone,
her breasts and lower still. His teeth caught her pantyhose and he pulled them
down to her knees. She shuddered in anticipation, her pussy drenched with
desire.

His tongue made lazy circles on her thighs, up to the crease
between her thighs and her sex. Then his mouth hovered over her pussy. His
breaths were hot as they caressed over her wet, tingling flesh. A shiver of
sheer pleasure traveled up her spine. Her thighs shook with the need to clamp
them against his head. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from making a
sound. Her hands gripped the counter. He spread her thighs wider, his gaze
hungrily devouring her wet pussy.

“Gorgeous. Red, succulent, sweet. I am going to enjoy this.”
He buried his face between her thighs.

She could barely catch her breath and then his tongue was on
her, licking and stroking her clit, moving up and down, flicking it with his
tongue. He sucked on the bud and then moved lower, his tongue thrusting into
the wet slit of her pussy, moving in and out. Her breathing was ragged as he
moved her from desire to incomprehension.

How could a man make her be so reckless? She undulated her
hips against his mouth, little moans escaping here and there. His tongue lashed
out at her, his teeth scraped gently over the hood of her clit. Then he sucked
her clit into his mouth, gently, teasing, then a little harder. She couldn’t
breathe. Her heart felt as though it would explode from pounding so hard. She
was going to pass out from pleasure.

“Mmm…” Preston moaned against her pussy.

Just that little bit of vibration sent her over the edge.
Waves of pleasure built to a crescendo and an explosion pulsed through her over
and over again. She let go of the counter, shoving her hands through his hair,
tugging his face closer as if she could absorb him into herself. Her legs shook
violently as she clutched him to her.

Before she could recover, he spread her legs even wider and
yanked her pantyhose all the way off, tossing them aside. He lifted her up by
her hips and stroked his shaft over her still quivering pussy.

“Do you have something?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He pulled a silver packet out of his pocket, tore it
with his teeth and rolled the condom over his erection. “God, I want you.”

“Do it.”

Preston smiled at her like a man ready to claim his prize, a
man who was confident the woman he was making love to wanted him just as much
as he wanted her.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice sensual,
hot.

“I want this.” Cadence gripped his cock and pressed the head
into her quivering pussy.

“I want that too.” He sucked in a deep breath, grabbed her
hips and thrust swiftly.

He dipped his head to trail a hot kiss over her neck. He
didn’t move, let his cock rest inside her. Her pussy clenched tight, holding
him there.

“Cadence,” he breathed into her ear as he drove his cock
deep inside her. His pace was slow, teasing. “I want to see you come again.
God, you’re so fucking hot. So tight.”

“Harder,” she gasped.

He was so thick, so long. He filled her, stretched her. She
never imagined it would feel this way. His cock head stroked over her G-spot
every time he drove inside her. Delicious pressure built again as he moved
faster and faster. Their moans echoed on the tile walls. The slap of her ass
against the counter, and the wet sucking sound of his cock as it pushed in and
out of her pussy filled her senses. He slipped his hand between their two
bodies, his other hand gripping her ass, kneading the plumpness of it. His
fingers played with her clit as his cock thrust deeper and deeper within her.

Her whole body shook, she could barely hold her legs wrapped
around his hips. Inside her, pleasure rippled in waves and she strove for,
reached for an orgasm that teased her relentlessly.

Preston was so good at lovemaking… Already he knew her body
so well. He tried thrusting one way then another, swiveling his hips, thrusting
harder when her breath hitched, slowing down just when she thought she might
come. He seemed to care about her pleasure, to want her to enjoy it just as
much if not more than he did. No man had ever put that much thought into it.

And God, she’d never made love with a man in a bathroom.
Preston shook her to her very core.

“Come, baby, come for me,” he murmured against her lips as
he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

An orgasm ripped through her without warning, taking over
her mind, her body. She’d been enjoying the frissons of delicious pleasure and
then her nerves were firing, her pussy violently clenching and unclenching, her
womb contracting, her legs shaking and pleasure so intense careening through
her she shrieked from it.

“Yes, like that,” Preston groaned. If possible, he thrust
deeper and deeper, pistoning against her pussy until he too shuddered and
growled out her name.

They stayed in that position for a long while, neither moving,
both panting hard. She savored the release of all her emotions, good and bad.

She looked up and saw their reflection in the mirror on the
opposite wall. She couldn’t help but think she was seeing a frame of a porno
movie. She laughed lightly in her throat. Preston watched her and smiled
broadly.

She couldn’t help but think it was the smile of a man fully
satisfied with his performance. She would give him all As.

“You’re hot.” He pulled out of her. She felt lost, alone,
but she recovered in a nanosecond. She dismissed her feelings as unproductive,
even unimportant.

“I can’t believe we fucked in a restroom.” She wondered with
even more amazement that no one had interrupted them.

“Next time it’ll be somewhere more classy,” he said.

She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Next time?”

“Sure.”

She tapped her finger on her lips. “You’re going to have to
wash your face. That’s not a good shade of lipstick for you.”

“I don’t know, I think I might just leave it there.” He
chuckled as he nuzzled her hair. She moved away from him and handed him a paper
towel.

He wiped off the streaks of lip gloss, a grin on his face.

“Your mother is going to wonder where you are,” she said
seriously then frowned.

Her words spoiled everything. Why couldn’t she just enjoy
the moment? Sure, she had important business to take care of. Why couldn’t it
be put off until another day? Preston had just changed her world and she wanted
to run away?

“We’d better get back,” Preston said, zipping up his pants.

She pulled on her pantyhose and buttoned her skirt. “I’m
holding you to your promise of a repeat performance.”

His smile made her heart beat faster. “Count on it.”

She kissed him deeply to seal the deal.

“Welcome back.” Maryanne Night was standing in the hallway
with her arms across her chest, her gaze boring into them. “I hope you’re all
right.”