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“Because if you’re not coming upstairs with me, I’m going to your place. The question has never been if we were going to fuck, but rather where we would fuck. So, as you weren’t inclined to have it be the Savoy, and my place is all the way out in Devon, I suppose that means it’ll be your place in Greenwich.”
“And what if I want to go to Devon?” she asked with a bemused expression.
“That’s fine with me, as long as our cab driver doesn’t mind if we fuck in his back seat because there’s no way I’m waiting more than three hours to get inside you.”
Taking his face in her hands, she gave the cab driver her address and swung her leg over Fletch to straddle his lap. With an earthy chuckle, the cab driver pulled away from the Savoy and into traffic, en route to Greenwich.
CHAPTER11
CLAIRE
Claire wasn’t sure what made her climb into his lap but taking his face in her hands and fusing her lips to his in a fiery kiss, for all its newness felt so right and like they’d been kissing for years. She rubbed herself against him, loving how his hard cock pulsed between them.
“I’m clean and protected,” she whispered as her mouth hovered over his.
“Same.”
His hand ran up the front of her dress and unbuttoned the tiny buttons holding it together. His hand brushed against her lace-covered breast before unfastening the front closure and exposing it. Her nipple was pebbled, and she pressed her flesh into his hand as his mouth closed over hers. She had thought sitting in his lap would put her in control—she couldn’t have been more wrong.
Heat and arousal surged through her system, empowering her and yet making her feel vulnerable at the same time. At first his mouth was sweet, gentle, coaxing, but as she moaned and sagged into his strength, the kiss morphed and became overpowering, insistent, and exhilarating. His tongue dominated hers, tangling and dancing with it at will. His hand tangled in her hair, fisting a hank of it and tugging her head back to expose her throat. Trapped. She had thought to be the aggressor, but there was no denying who was dominating who.
Fletch’s kiss wasn’t merely a kiss. It wasn’t a prelude to anything else—it was complete in and of itself. She could feel his cock throbbing against her belly. When she tried to slide back to give it a little distance, Fletch had growled and used the hand not tangled in her hair to cup her ass and pull her close. She knew she should protest; knew things were getting out of control, but she just couldn’t seem to find the wherewithal to do anything other than moan and give herself over to him.
His tongue slid between her lips and past her teeth, plundering her mouth to taste and explore. There was nothing tentative about the way he held her or made her surrender to him. This was no voyage of discovery, but a marauder invading a foreign territory to claim and conqueror.
“Fletch,” she moaned.
“Claire,” he replied as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh and pushed her panties out of his way to stroke her labia before circling her clit.
“Oh, god,” she said as her breathing became more shallow and erratic.
“At your service,” he purred, his fingers sliding into her wet heat and stroking her rhythmically.
He held her close and kissed her deeply, swallowing her cry of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed all around her like a stormy night. Thunder rolled as lightning flashed and the car was illuminated. She could only hope the cabbie had his eyes on the road because if not, there would be no doubt in his mind as to what had just happened.
“I can’t wait to get you in a proper bed,” Fletch whispered along her throat.
The cabbie made the familiar turn into her driveway.
“Fletch…”
“One more word and I’ll give the cabbie more to talk about than he already has.”
The cab pulled up to her front door and Fletch fished around in his pocket and threw some bills at the driver. “Is that enough?”
“More than enough, sir, even with a generous tip,” said the driver, getting out of the cab and opening their door.
“Keep the change and your mouth shut,” replied Fletch as he stepped out of the car with Claire still basically in his lap.
He swung his arm under her legs and held her cradled to his chest. The night was raw and powerful—no rain, but plenty of wind, thunder, and lightning.
“You can depend on my discretion, sir. You and your lady have a very good evening.”
He carried her to the door and let her lean down to key in the code that would unlock it. This was not good. Well, that wasn’t true, this was very good, but he couldn’t be here. If he discovered the high-end safe concealed in the hidden compartment in an antique desk, he might wonder why it was there.
And he sure as hell couldn’t get in her bed. When she’d come home this afternoon to take a shower and change in order to meet him for dinner, she’d had no intention of sleeping with Fletch. That might not be precisely true, but she sure as hell hadn’t planned for him to be here. While the desk safe was secure, it was a pain in the ass to get into, so she’d simply slipped the necklace into the zippered pillow protector and then into the pillowcase. It should be safe, but to be certain, she would have to ensure it was her head that rested on it.
Their dinner conversation had been provocative, and she wondered how much he knew. She doubted he could prove anything, but figured Mia’s idea to lay low for a while might not be the worst thing. As he set her down, she realized all of the buttons down the front of her dress had been unfastened. He slid the dress and her bra off her shoulders, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle. He tipped her onto the bed, so she was on her back with her ass right at the edge with her legs hanging off.
