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He growled low, nipping at the side of her neck. “Keep that up and I won’t last.”
“We can’t have that,” she teased, stroking him again and enjoying his answering shudder. Somewhere in the back of her mind, alarms went off. This was happening so fast, too fast, but she didn’t want to stop. Truth was, she’d wanted Spencer Nixon from the moment he’d walked into her office. She’d have him, just this once, to get him out of her system. Then she could get back to work, focus on her foundation and all her responsibilities. But for this moment, she’d lose herself in sensation, in him and all the marvelous things he was doing to her body.
She slid her fingers farther inside his underwear and cupped his balls, but he caught her wrist firmly in his grip, his grin dark and hot and infinitely sexy. “No. Not yet. Not until I say.”
Before she knew what was happening, he’d grasped both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back, leaving her at his mercy. Eyes wide, she made a show of struggling, but the truth was she was more aroused than she could ever remember being. He tapped her bottom lip with his index finger, then nuzzled her ear. “Trust me?” he asked.
“I—I don’t know…” she panted, moisture and heat gathering between her legs.
“I would never harm you, Toni. Never. But if you want, I will make you hurt so good you’ll beg me for more.” He winked, then bent to take one of her nipples between his teeth, biting oh so lightly before lapping the area gently with his tongue, soothing the tiny jolt of pain with exquisite tenderness. It seemed her entire world, everything she was, became focused on that one spot, the movements of his lips and teeth and tongue, working her over until she was nothing but a writhing ball of need. As if sensing her inner turmoil, he chuckled and slid his hand down her belly to cup her, finding and caressing her clit through the material of her swimsuit. At the touch of his fingers where she needed him most, Toni cried out, barely managing to choke it back before it became a full-on yell.Quiet, quiet—I need to stay quiet.“Yes!” she gasped. “Please, God. Spencer, please.”
“Please what, darling?” he murmured against her breast, nipping her skin gently. “Tell me what you want.”
She groaned, rocking her hips upward into his palm, searching for more contact. “I want… I want…”
“That’s right, darling.” His fingers stroked the slick fabric covering her wet folds, teasing her, taunting her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s right. Tell me how to please you the best. Tell me how you like it.”
“I want your fingers inside me.” Heat stormed her cheeks at her brazen request. She was never this demanding during sex, but with him it felt natural, it felt right. There was no embarrassment over stating what she wanted. She trusted him this far—she knew he’d deliver. “I want you to stroke my clit and make me come. Make me come so hard for you.”
“Yessss,” he hissed, claiming her lips for another scorching kiss as he pulled off her swimsuit entirely, then spread her thighs wide before him. “Stay still for me, sweetheart. I want to taste you first.”
Toni forced herself to obey, wanting to hold him and guide him where she needed him most—but also wanting to go along with his commands. There was something incandescent about giving up control, doing nothing but except balance there on the ledge and allow him to pleasure her as he wanted. The first brush of his lips against her sensitive folds had her arching hard against him, seeking more. The second lick of his tongue had her on the verge of begging for release. The third time, his tongue dove deep inside her slick walls, and she felt her body convulse around him as her climax hit hard. “Oh, God. Spencer,” she moaned.
“Good, sweet—” He coughed. “Good.” She had to stifle a laugh. In that moment, he could have gotten away with calling her anything. But if he wanted to self-censor, that was fine with her. It showed that he was paying attention. And goodlord,was he attentive. With his head between her thighs and his tongue bringing her to the brink of a second orgasm, she surrendered for a while, let Spencer take charge of her body and her desire, knowing he only wanted her to feel good. “I want you to come for me again.”
“But I want you inside me,” she said, the words low and drowsy with satisfaction. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“You will. But first I want to taste you again.” He continued to lick and suck and stroke her core until she teetered on the edge once more. “Let go for me, Toni. Let go and give me everything you’ve got.”
Her body seemed eager to follow his commands, and soon she threw her head back and moaned as another climax washed over her. Panting and out of breath, she sighed and stared down at him. “You. Inside me. Now.”
He kissed his way up her body to her lips, then yanked off his underwear before grimacing. “My condoms are in my pants,” he said apologetically. She was about to tell him that she’d trust him if he told her he had no STIs—and she was on the Pill—but he was already pulling away. “Be right back.”
As he swam back to where they’d left their clothes, she took the opportunity to admire his form and see every single inch of him. And man oh man, was Spencer Nixon a sight to behold. Long, corded muscles and slick, tan skin. The water had darkened his hair to a deep reddish brown, and his green eyes practically sizzled with heat when he saw her watching him. He stretched for her, totally uninhibited and hot as hell.
He dove back into the water and returned to her side in just a few strokes, rising up out of the water like some Greek god of lust. Water streamed down his face as he leaned in and kissed her hard.
“You went to a lot of trouble for a little piece of latex,” she pointed out when he finally pulled back, hands at work rolling on the condom.
“I’d go to a hell of a lot more trouble for you,” he said. “I’m here to protect you, Toni. From everything. Including me.”
After that, she didn’t really have any choice but to kiss him again. When they broke apart, panting, he grinned, all white teeth and seduction. “You ready, partner?”
In answer, she clasped her hands behind his head and urged him closer, locking her feet behind his lower back so her heels dug into the firm muscles of his butt. “Ride me hard, cowboy.”
“Cowboy?” He cocked a russet brow at her. “How about frogman? That seems more appropriate.”
“I don’t give a damn what your nickname is.” She licked the thudding pulse point at the base of his throat while grinding herself against his stiff cock. “I just want you inside me. Now.”
“Yeah?” He positioned himself at her wet entrance, then rested his forehead against hers once more. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Do it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a fake southern drawl. “Giddy up.”
Spencer drove into her in one long thrust, stealing her breath. He rested his face against her collarbone and gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Then, slowly, he began to move, withdrawing a few inches before pushing back inside her, heightening her sensations and her pleasure.
“How’s that feel?” he whispered against her neck.
