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"Good," he ground out. "Do you moan for me?"
"Yes" she whimpered, and then her fingers moved faster as her thighs quaked at her touch and her back arched off of the bed.
Her breasts were heaving so much that he wasn't sure whe
re to focus his gaze--on her fingers working her wet pussy or the sexy curve of her breasts.
"Then moan for me," he said.
She bit her bottom lip then let out a low, longing sound that had him reaching for his zipper without thinking. It was too much to resist. He needed to hear her voice so close to his ear that the ripples of vibration skittered down his spine.
He needed the feel her slick pussy close around him. Needed to feel the soft skin of her thighs on his waist, pushing him to fuck her deeper and deeper still.
He pulled his boxers and pants down in one, and though her breath caught he didn't pause before pulling his shirt from overhead.
He'd waited long enough to have her and nothing was going to stop him now.
* * *
Though she'd never admit it to him, she'd wondered what was beneath Brooks Adams' sleek business suits more times than she could count. In the dark of night, she'd lay in bed and wonder what it was that turned strong business women into putty at his feet.
And once she saw him naked?
She was amazed he didn't have stalkers lining the block.
His body was even more incredible than she'd imagined. Each of his muscles were so distinctly contoured that she had trouble deciding where to focus her gaze.
Or, at least she would have if it hadn't been for the one thing that clearly called on her attention.
His cock was the biggest she'd ever seen, and she swallowed hard, wondering if she could handle someone as large as Brooks. How had this never made any of the headlines?
Supermodel Claims Millionaire's Body is 'Utterly Ridiculous.'
She licked her lips, then that cocky smile of his was fixed firmly on his too-tempting lips as he looked her over.
"Impressed?" There was a laugh behind his voice, but she couldn't bring herself to muster some snappy retort. She was past the ability to think. Hell, she was beyond the ability to speak.
All she knew was that she'd been waiting for him for too long and she wasn't about to extend that wait any longer. She nodded and then her heart flipped over in her chest as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her knees.
"Do you know why I haven't touched you yet?" His deep voice rumbled.
Because you hate me?
Because you're a sadist?
She shook her head.
"Because I've spent months wondering what you look like and you're just as gorgeous as I thought. Maybe even more. And then next time I walk into the office and see you at your desk, I want to imagine what you looked like this morning, laying on your bed and waiting for me."
He reached out and brushed his thumb down her cheek. "And the next time your cheeks redden with anger, I'll be able to smile and remember how rosy they are right now. Waiting for me."
His rough touch travelled down her neck until he cupped her breast. Gently, he massaged it, then took her sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched.
"When you storm into my office, I'll picture the way your ass swayed as you moved to the bed. And about the way your breasts bounced as you moved."
She swallowed hard as he released her nipple and travelled lower still. Slowly, he teased her lips, brushing the pad of his thumb along her mound, then slipping inside.
When his thumb rolled around her hard clit, he closed his eyes for a moment, and then said, "I might not be able to control you in the office, but for tonight your mine."
