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She quivered when he groaned. She gasped when his tongue traced up the middle of her torso, dipping into her bellybutton and up between her breasts, his hands gently pushing the dress down her arms. The fact that it didn’t fall at her feet made her realize she had the fingers of both hands buried in his thick, dark hair, holding him to her, urging him on.

He licked first one nipple, teasing, taunting licks, then the other, alternating between them until she couldn’t help the involuntary movements of her lower body against his thighs where she straddled him. He wasn’t sucking hard, pulling or biting at them. He didn’t use his hands, only his mouth, and he was lapping at her, mindless flicks and licks and the action sent a shaft of pure sensation straight to her clit. It felt as if the smallest touch from him there and she’d be done.

“I can feel how hot and wet you are through my pants,” he rasped.

“Oh God, Sam…” So could she. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this wet before. She could feel the slight trickle from her body that came as if in sync with each lick of his insistent tongue on her nipples.

“Put your knees up on the arms of the chair.”

He wanted her to do…
what
?

He urged her up with firm hands on her hips until she knelt on each of the sturdy arms. She clutched the back of the chair to steady herself, gasping when he splayed a large, broad palm across her abdomen.

Was he trembling? She thought she felt it in the hands holding her, but it seemed unlikely for a guy like him. He had a different woman in his bed each week, didn’t he?

She jumped when he rubbed a thumb back and forth across her soaked clit and tried to just concentrate on breathing, and not falling from her precarious perch. She throbbed, ached, burned and then she couldn’t think of anything as he slowly inserted a thick finger inside her.

“Pretty,” he groaned.
“So fucking pretty.”

“Sam,” she moaned and flexed involuntarily around him. Just his finger felt large inside her and oh so good. He was watching her, watching his hand, his finger, as he moved it slowly in and out of her, retreating all the way and then sinking back up as far as he could go. She was vaguely aware of him sliding down in the chair and then his mouth was against her too.

Her whole body jerked at the contact. The whimpers she heard must have come from her, but all her focus, her attention, was centered between her legs and the sensations he aroused in her. In that instant she knew she’d let this man do whatever he wanted to do with her body and the realization scared the hell out of her.

Fighting for breath, struggling for some semblance of sanity, Jillian looked down. He was licking and sucking on her but his eyes, dark and raw, watched her, causing a heat she’d never experienced before to burn through her. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. Helpless in her need, she couldn’t have prevented the involuntary movements of her hips, even if she wanted to.

“That’s it. Fuck my mouth, baby,” he growled.

Shocked, Jillian realized she was grinding herself against him, pushing herself hard against his mouth, his tongue. Soon he wasn’t moving his head at all. It was all her as she moved herself back and forth against him, back and forth, controlling the pressure where she wanted it, needed it, her movements frenzied until she… Oh God…

He grasped her hips and lifted her up, freeing his mouth. Cool air washed against flesh that was hot, wet and aching. Jillian cried out, she couldn’t help it. She’d been so close. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging him to continue, offering him anything if he’d just do it again.

“Not yet,” he ground out, his hot breath sawing in and out against her thighs. “I want to be inside you, my body inside yours the first time you come for me.”

Jillian gasped when he cupped her ass in his big hands and stood. It was a single, fluid action and showcased a strength he kept well hidden beneath the conservative suits. She tightened her arms around his neck, her legs somehow ending up wrapped around his lean waist. His body was hot and hard and pressed as she was against him, she could feel the thunder of his heartbeat mirroring her own. As he moved purposefully through the house she tried to concentrate on easing her breathing, but all she could think about was that soon he’d be taking care of the empty, stinging ache between her legs with something a lot bigger than his finger.

She’d expected to be dropped roughly onto the big bed. Instead Sam eased her down almost gently. She shivered a little at the coolness of the sheets against her hot skin. He’d carried her. She wasn’t exactly small, but he’d actually picked her up and carried her. She glanced quickly around the big room. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it looked just like any other bedroom. No circular bed or mirrored ceiling anywhere in sight.

“This is a guest room. I don’t… I’ve never had a woman in here.”

Was she that transparent? And why would he care enough to mention it?

Sam jerked at the buttons of his shirt, drawing her attention to the tiny square packet already clasped in his hand. Thankfully he’d thought of protection because until now? She hadn’t. Throat dry, eyes wide, her body still throbbing between her legs from his touch, Jillian watched as he jerked at and removed every piece of his clothing. By the time he kicked his dark briefs to the side and went about sheathing himself, it was all she could do not to squirm on the bed.

“Hurry,” she whispered raggedly before she could stop herself. Could you instantaneously combust from being turned-on?

He looked like a male model—all rippling golden skin over ripped, hard muscles—except there was a harshness, a roughness about him that proclaimed him all man.
A man obviously very much in his prime.
He definitely didn’t spend all of his time behind a desk.

She knew his shape, but not even her overactive imagination could have prepared her for the impact of him naked. His chest was covered by a sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed in a line down his torso and into the thick thatch at his groin. Holy hell, he was big.
Long and thick and hard.
It figured.
Rich, successful, hot and hung.
He had it all going on. No wonder he had no shortage of women willing to warm his bed or wherever else took his fancy.

Jillian’s mouth went dry when he stepped to the bed and lowered himself over her, using his heavy hair-roughened thighs to spread her own and centered
himself
above her. Just like he’d said, he really wasn’t up for preliminaries. Bracing himself on one arm, he grasped his cock and rubbed
himself
back and forth through her slick folds slowly, applying just enough pressure to have her gasping and arching up into him. She grasped his thick shoulders. The condom felt a little cool against her hot, pulsating flesh. Just for an instant, it brought home exactly what it was she was doing. She was having sex with her boss, here in his house, a man essentially a stranger to her—but it felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

He grunted softly as he began to slowly push himself into her.

Jillian moved her hips to adjust to his angle. He was so big, his powerful body holding hers down against the mattress, dominating her completely. She placed one hand low against his abdomen, just above his coarse hair line as he began to move.

“Sam,” she implored, not really sure what she was asking or expecting, not wanting him to stop, but needing to—

“It’s okay,” he managed through clenched teeth. “I’ve got it.”

He pushed in and out again and she moaned, both her hands finding their way to the smooth skin of his lean hips, as if her hold could somehow control the depth of his thrusts into her. Her fingers clutched him harder as he moved back and then forward again. She could feel the bones of his hips, but he was covered in hard, thick, lean muscle.

His thrusts into her were slow and shallow—patient—allowing her body the time to get accustomed to his. She whimpered at the sensation of stretching and the friction against her swollen clit, her moisture slowly easing his path, as he gradually increased the depth of his penetration. It had been so long since she’d felt a man inside her. She’d almost forgotten the sensation of heat and fullness, although it had never felt quite like this. All at once she wanted more, she wanted all of him.

“Sam, please,
please
—”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you sweetheart.”

Chapter Three

Sam tried to concentrate on his breathing, anything but the tightness wrapped around his cock like a clenched fist.
Sweetheart
?
Where the hell had that come from? Sure, he’d been guilty of dropping an endearment when a name slipped his mind. “Baby” was usually more like it though. He had no trouble remembering Jillian’s name, so…
sweetheart
? Jeez, he was really losing it.

He was balanced on the knife edge of a control he’d always prided himself on. Man, he knew he was moving fast, even for him, but he couldn’t bear it if she changed her mind. Even if she hadn’t told him, he would have known she didn’t do this kind of thing that often. The snugness of her body told him that much—
and
that she probably hadn’t had sex in a long time. It pleased the hell out of him.

He was also fiercely glad he’d never gotten around to christening the spare room. He’d slept in it himself a time or two when he’d had a woman stay over and hadn’t been able to sleep, but the room had no residual memories of another woman. It would just be her.

All at once he thrust to the hilt and couldn’t hold back the deep groan that rumbled from him. She was so hot, so tight, so fucking slick. It felt incredible, she felt incredible. He felt the tingle in his balls, the shudder that shot down his spine and settled low in his back. He was already close, really fucking close. It was going to take an effort not to come too soon. In this at least he was a gentleman.
Ladies first.
Always
.

Sam gritted his teeth, looked down and got a punch to his gut at the sight of her sprawled beneath him. Leveraged as he was up on straight arms, the view was magnificent. Her dark hair was mussed and spread out on the bed around her head. Her eyes were half closed, almost as if she could barely keep them open and her cheeks were softly flushed. She was breathing in shallow pants, the breath forced from her body through her open mouth each time he pumped his cock deep into her.

Sam trailed his gaze down her body, past her gorgeous full breasts, which jiggled with each thrust, down across the slight curve of her stomach to between her legs. He lifted himself a fraction so he had a better view and gulped air into his oxygen-starved lungs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of them joined—her pussy tight around him, clasping and sucking him as he moved in and out in a rhythm he struggled to keep steady, when all he wanted to do was let go of the tight rein he had on his control and fuck her senseless.

He was vaguely aware of Jillian reaching up to him. Her fingers dug into the hair at the nape of his neck and she tugged once, twice. Without changing the depth or tempo of his thrusts, he fastened his gaze to hers in silent query. He wasn’t hurting her, was he?

“Come down on me,” she gasped, “I want to feel you against me.”

Sam hesitated. This is why he rarely fucked face to face. It was too personal. He couldn’t resist her plea though and lowered his big body down over hers, bracing himself above her on his forearms. The position meant his face was directly above hers, their eyes level. He saw her lids flicker and felt the clench of her fingers on his shoulders as he managed to go a little deeper with his next movement. They both groaned in unison.

Sam thought she’d wrap her legs around his hips, or better yet, his waist, but she twined her legs around him, her calves resting over his, anchoring him to her, into her deeply. It didn’t give him a lot of room to maneuver, but
fuck
it felt good, too good for the conservative position—one he didn’t usually care for all that much.

She moved against him in perfect counterpart. This close he could see every nuance of her expression as he moved in and out of her in a rhythm that soon had him struggling to draw in enough air and gritting his teeth again to ensure he didn’t come. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and all at once he wanted it to last.

And then he was kissing her, his mouth hard and rough against hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth boldly and curling around her own. He mimicked the same rhythm of his cock inside her. He’d been so eager to get her into his bed he hadn’t even taken the time to kiss her, to learn her flavor, to make even a token attempt at seducing her. No, the need riding him had been too strong, too urgent. He licked at her lips as he drew in a deep breath and swallowed her sharp sob.

He felt the prick of her nails at his shoulders. Normally he hated the sensation, but looking down into her face he’d bet his life it wasn’t deliberate, and he kind of liked knowing she was so far gone she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. Her eyes were closed and her head tipped back in utter abandon.

He flexed and she tightened anew around him.
Fuck
. He gasped at the sensation and hoped like hell she was with him because all at once he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was his last coherent thought before his body was
pistoning
in and out of her uncontrollably, much more roughly than he intended, and he was lost as his release tore through him in deep pulses that reverberated throughout his entire body.

Sam dragged air into his lungs in harsh pulls as he came back to himself and to Jillian’s hoarse voice filling his head.

“
Sam
, don’t stop. Please, I’m—”

She arched under him, whimpering, her body taut and he felt the tremors rack her body. It suddenly dawned on him. He’d been concentrating on breathing deeply to calm his rapidly thudding heart, taking stock of the intense pleasure he’d just experienced and wondering what the fuck had happened to his renowned finesse, and she…

He pulled out of her awkwardly, rolled to his side and shakily pushed two fingers into her, thrusting deeply, trying his best to recreate the pace of his body in hers just moments earlier and using the heel of his palm to apply pressure to her clit.