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He smiled wickedly.
“Damien Black, did you steal my panties?”
“Guilty.”
“What have you done with them?”
“All sorts of wicked things.”
Looking pleased, she stroked his cock, from base to tip, her nails scratching ever-so-lightly. Then she encircled him in her hand. “Did you wrap them around yourself like this?”
Heaven. “Mmm. Oh, God. Yes, Viv.”
A light squeeze, but she released him. “What else?”
Groaning, he asked, “Do you want me to admit that I used your panties to beat off?”
“Did you?”
“Of course.”
She gasped softly. “Tell me about it.”
He stared down at her, the golden moonlight coming through the sunroof giving her a soft glow. She moved her lips ever closer to the wet tip of his cock, and he growled, “Taste me.”
“Tell me.”
Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists on the seat as he watched her sway so close, he could feel the warmth of her exhalations touch the drop of cum seeping from the tip of his cock. “All right. Your panties did not go to the laundry, because I had them in my pocket when I left the hotel.”
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh. And when I was sitting in this car on the way to and from my meetings, I pulled them out.”
Her turn to hiss.
“They smelled like you—like hot, sultry Vivienne, and just the scent was enough to make my dick so hard I could’ve used it to pound nails.” Frowning, he growled, “So you can imagine how disappointed I was to get to the hotel and find you gone.”
“I’m sorry about that,” she whispered.
“Me, too.”
She forced a smile. “But you had my undergarments to keep you company.”
“Indeed I did.” Closing his eyes, he gave her more of what she’d wanted—details. “I loved the way you sucked me off that night. Your silk undies weren’t quite as soft as your mouth, or as warm and wet as your pussy, but they did the job.”
“Oh, my,” she whispered.
“You asked for it.”
“I’ll take it.”
More? Okay. More. “I cupped my balls first, remembering how you licked me there.”
If it had been light enough in the car, he might see a blush on her cheeks. But hell, he doubted it. His vixen wasn’t the blushing short—one of the things he adored about her.
“I wrapped the fabric around my cock and stroked myself, my eyes closed, imagining it was you I was sinking into.”
“Soft or hard?” she whispered.
“Both. Soft, at first. Then harder. Faster.”
She was panting, he could hear her breaths. “And?”
“And I couldn’t help myself. I came all over your panties, wishing with every bone in my body that it was you instead.”
Viv didn’t wait to tell him he’d pleased her by admitting the down-and-dirty truth. She showed him. Without any further warning, she bent over him, nudging his pants farther open, and slid her tongue all the way up the long ridge of his cock.
Damien groaned, threw his head back and gave himself over to her. Her tongue was the second closest thing to heaven, and as she kissed and sucked him, he was unable to stop himself from slowly thrusting up toward her greedy mouth.
She took what he gave her, making love to him with lips, tongue, hands. The interior of the car got hot and steamy.
More than anything, he wanted to pluck her off the floor, yank her onto his lap and impale her. But she wouldn’t let him. When he tried to pull her up, she shook off his hand, determined to bring him all the way home.
It didn’t take long. When the waves of pulsing pleasure began to roar through him, signaling his release, he tried to push her mouth away. She wouldn’t, however, let go and sucked deeper, taking everything he had to give and swallowing it down. Damien could only sit there, sliding his fingers through her hair, trying to regain his breath, watching as she finally withdrew and looked up at him, a smile on her beautiful face.
“That was...”
“That was number one,” she told him, the words nearly purred. “And I believe the goal is twelve?”
Twelve. Damn. Easier for her to say than for a guy.
But he was game to try. As long as Viv wanted to play, he’d do his damndest to keep up with her.
7
ALTHOUGH THE UPSCALE restaurant in the lobby of the Arlington Black Star Hotel was famous for its Sunday brunch, Viv was quite content to savor another room service meal in the penthouse.
Unlike last week, there was no rush. Damien didn’t have to hurry out for a day of meetings and Viv wasn’t wallowing in the misery of public humiliation. In fact, the two of them had completely forgotten about anyone and anything else the minute they’d gotten in his car outside the restaurant Friday night. Well, except for Jed. The driver had been remarkably discreet and friendly, accepting her thanks for working on her car, but refusing the compensation she’d offered.
