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“Hard and fast. Don’t hold back. No mercy. I want it all.”
His hands gripped the side of her hips. “That’s what I was hoping you would say.” He drew back, then slammed hard into her sex.
“Yes. Yes,” she urged him on.
The thrusts became strong and unyielding. His grip firmed. There would be bruises to go with the bite marks. She didn’t care. Her whole body was focused on finding her release.
The rough abrasion of Bryce’s linen pants was heaven against her naked skin. When she finally felt the sharp edge of her climax, Vivian cried out, begging him. “Please. Harder. Punish me.”
She came in a blinding rush, crying out as her orgasm swept over her in a great wave of pleasure. Her fingers clenched the bedsheets. The walls of her pussy throbbed. She was utterly boneless, ready to collapse onto the mattress.
But he showed her no post climax mercy, continuing to pound his cock hard against her sensitive flesh. Slap. Slap. Vivian saw stars. Bryce’s arm came around her, holding her to him. She loved it when a man took her like this, deep and hard. When he mastered her body for his pleasure.
His hold firmed. One. Two. Three deep, glorious strokes. At the end of the third, he swore under his breath, then stilled. Their chests rose and fell as they both sucked in air.
In the quiet of the room, Bryce whispered. “Vivian, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”
From another man, that might have just sounded like a post-sex thank you line, but from Bryce she felt its weight. This moment of intimacy with her actually meant something to him.
Vivian blinked back a sudden tear. No matter what the morning brought, she would never forget this night. Every man from now on would be benchmarked against Bryce Jones.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
The morning sun was streaming through the windows when Vivian woke. She reached across the bed, searching for a warm male body, but found only cooled sheets. Bryce was gone.
She rose up on her elbow, peering through the veil of her tangled hair. Across the room, the glass door which led out onto the balcony was closed. Bryce stood outside with his back to her. He was on his cell. And from his stance and body language, the conversation he was having wasn’t a pleasant one.
Throwing back the bedsheets, Vivian struggled out of bed. As she moved, every muscle in her body protested. And well they should. Last night and well into the early hours of this morning, Bryce had shown her what a real man could do. What sexual pleasure meant.
A smile tugged at her lips. He had been magnificent. Talk about getting back on the horse. Her body felt like she had ridden not only the Kentucky Derby, but also the Belmont Stakes. She had been hoping to have Bryce again this morning, and complete the triple crown of racing, but he seemed distracted. To her added disappointment, he was also half-dressed.
Vivian was part way to reaching for the dressing gown which she had earlier abandoned on the floor, when she caught sight of Bryce’s left hand as it shot out to the side. Whatever he was saying to the caller, his body was adding its own emphasis to his words. Her lover of the evening was not a happy man this morning.
Morning regrets? I hope not. Please don’t let that be a woman he’s talking to.
Last night had been a life defining experience. From the dinner in the restaurant, to the hours of heated sex, right through to the super cheesy nachos she and Bryce had shamelessly indulged in at 3am. Every moment had been magical. She had fallen asleep in Bryce’s arms with his soft kiss on her lips.
The day had clearly brought with it some problems for Bryce. She was torn. Should she leave him a note on the beautiful stationery pad which sat by the bedside and quietly leave? Or should she go and hit the shower, pretending she hadn’t witnessed the terse phone call he was conducting out on the balcony? Hopefully Bryce would have finished his call by the time she was done.
I should go.
She had just hooked up her bra when Bryce turned and walked back into the room.
* * *
One minute Bryce was laying on his back, with a sleeping sated Vivian sprawled across his chest, the next he was prizing her off him and reaching for his cell. Upon seeingHeatheron the screen, he climbed out of bed, shoved on a pair of boxer briefs, and headed for the door which led out to the balcony.
“Hi Heather. What’s happening?” Bryce’s assistant knew he was at the Laguna Beach resort and would not have called him unless it was urgent.
“Morning Bryce. Just ringing to give you a heads up. Jordan knows you are in the States. Apparently, he’s been calling everyone in New York this morning, your time, and someone let slip that the company jet is in California.”
Fuck.
Jordan wasn’t stupid. It wouldn’t take long for him to put two and two together and figure that Bryce had gone behind his back.
He glanced back at the bed to where the gorgeous Vivian lay fast asleep. This couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time. “Thanks, Heather. I’ll call you back later.”
Reaching the glass door, he opened it. Bryce stepped out into the bright Californian morning sunshine, then slid the door closed behind him. His lover didn’t need to wake to whatever was about to go down with his wayward sibling.
