As it turned out, I won the next hand, too. Three jacks.“Damn it,” he swore, throwing down his cards.“You know what that means,” I said.“Clothing, right?” he asked in a fake hopeful voice.I shook my head ‘no.’He breathed out heavily, then smirked. “Well, I guess I used up all my luck earlier tonight when I got lucky.”When I got lucky.Holy crap.That was something I would say about sleeping with him… not something I would expect him to say about sleeping with me.The butterflies were twirling up a storm in my stomach, but I kept to the plan.“You don’t work for LMGK, do you?”LMGK was an international consulting firm with worldwide branches – and whom Connor had claimed he worked for. They were supposedly interested in buying out the much smaller company I worked for, Exerton Consulting.“No, I don’t.”My insides twisted. Though I felt like I had known all along – I mean, what VP has a private Bentley limo, a bodyguard, and rents penthouse suites at a moment’s notice in the most
And I did. He even tried to bluff me – or maybe he thought he could win. But my three queens beat his two pair.“Damn it, I wanted to see more,” he growled, staring at my breasts again.“There’ll be time.”“So… two pieces of clothing?” he asked, both hopeful and mocking at once.I considered. “One question, one piece of clothing.”“Which one first?” he asked with a seductive little smile.“The question.”“Go for it.”I knew I shouldn’t ask it… I knew I was asking for trouble, for heartache, for a swift kick to the gut……but I had to know. And it was going to keep on driving me crazy if I didn’t ask.“How many women have you slept with?”He stared at me, sphinx-like, and didn’t answer for a second. When he did, his face was a blank slate, and his voice was carefully controlled. “Are you sure you want to ask that?”“Yes,” I said in a quavering voice, when the truth was actually No. I wasn’t sure at all.He shook his head. “I don’t think you do.”“Just tell me.”“The truth?”When he sai
The next hand I had a pair of sixes. I thought about staying in… but couldn’t bear to lose both my bra and panties. Not at once. So I folded.I tried to stay cool and calm, but I was dreading what was going to come next. And, strangely enough, I was incredibly turned on by it, too.I’d never experienced such a weird mix of emotions.Terribly insecure, but badly wanting him to make me undress.Afraid of what he would think of me if it was ‘all just hangin’ out’… and desperately wanting him to see me and want me more.I guess I should have taken encouragement from the way his mouth was open when I took off the skirt, but I have a short memory when it comes to self-confidence. Plus, there’s a big difference between half-naked and totally naked. My bra kept things nicely in place. I wasn’t sure how he would like the total package once I was on display for five minutes.I began to wonder if I could play with one arm wrapped around my boobs. After all, he never mentioned anything about no
He won again. Not surprising, because I could barely keep my mind on the cards, or my eyes off the front of his pants.Not only that, I didn’t fold – so I lost twice over.By now, I didn’t mind at all.He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his abs and chest. In the shadows cast by the candlelight, they looked like they could have been carved out of oak. I could also see the beginning of the curves of his lower abdomen, which led down to the part I so desperately wanted to see.My mouth watered.“I thought I lost,” I said in a breathy voice.“You did,” he smiled, and took my hand. “Touch me here.”Again, I reached for the bulge in his pants.“Not there,” he said, and placed my hand on his abs. “Here.”I gave him a quizzical look and rubbed my palm over his skin.“No. The way you were touching my hand before, when my fingers were in your mouth. Tickle me. Tease me.”I gently traced my fingernails across his skin, brushing him ever so softly.His muscles jerked beneath my touch, contracting
He took me by the hand and pulled me roughly towards the nearest window. Or should I say, the nearest full-length wall of glass. Outside, the lights of LA glowed softly in the darkness.“What – ?” I started to ask, but he answered by positioning me two feet away from and facing the glass. Then he stepped behind me.I was about to ask again what the hell was going on when I felt his fingers between my shoulder blades.The clasp came undone and my bra loosened. He nuzzled my neck, and I gasped with pleasure and closed my eyes. As his lips grazed the edge of my ear, he slid the straps off my shoulders, and my bra slipped to the floor.His muscular arms reached around me, engulfing me. His warm skin pressed against me, slid softly across mine. I felt the firmness of his chest and stomach next to my back, and the hardness of his manhood pressing against my backside.Then his hands reached up under my breasts, cupping them, supporting them, caressing them. I moaned as he played with their w
I felt something glide against my ass. Soft on the surface, but incredibly hard beneath, like a lead pipe wrapped in velvet.And radiating heat. My god, it was burning up.And very, very large.And thick.My knees shook. I turned around to look at it – I wanted to see it very, very badly – But suddenly, a hand grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, gently but firmly, forcing my head up slightly.Oh God…I don’t know what it was. Nobody else had ever done that to me. If you had asked me before, I would have said I wouldn’t have liked it – somebody grabbing my hair, pulling my head?But in the moment, as turned on as I was……daaaaaamn. It was like he was totally in control of me. Dominating me. He was the Man, and I was the Woman. I was all his… and he knew it, and I knew it.And I loved it.I gasped.He leaned over me as he pulled me up slightly, my arms straightening out against the glass. I could feel his erection gliding over my ass. Heat radiated off his body onto my back as hi
We entered the bedroom still attached at the hips, more or less. Just front to bottom, not side by side.He walked me over to the bed, his shaft still inside me, and leaned me down almost vertical with the floor.“Get the cover off,” he urged me.“What?”“The sheets – pull back the sheets.”“Oh!”I twisted around slightly, giggling – I’d never done this before, not from this position – and pulled the coverlet and sheets halfway down the bed. Then he let me sink down on the mattress and put his full weight on top of me, never once pulling out of me.The sheets were amazing. Soft, silky – satin, maybe. All I know is that I was feeling a world of sensual delight against my back as I had a whole other world of sensual delights between my legs.Now that he didn’t have to ‘fight gravity,’ Connor began over again – slow thrusts at first, then increasing in speed and depth. The difference was that he moved his hands to my head, where he grasped my hair. Sometimes he stared me in the eye, some
All that came later, though.At the moment, I was in a luxurious penthouse hotel room, in the most exclusive hotel in Los Angeles……in the middle of a full-on freakout.I’d met him at my job, where I was a lowly secretary.Connor Brooks.Tall, dark, handsome, charming… a sculpted Adonis.He’d seduced me.Well, I mean, I was a willing participant from the get-go. Looking like he did, with his playful grin and occasionally infuriating cockiness, he didn’t have to try too hard.We’d had mind-blowing sex in the boardroom of my company. After hours, of course – I’m not that stupid. It was, however, a room I wasn’t even supposed to enter, ever, much less have sex on their super-posh carpet.Then he’d asked me to run away with him, to ignore work and my obligations and everything I was supposed to do, just so I could spend the rest of the evening – and maybe the weekend – with him.We’d wound up at the Dubai Hotel in West Hollywood, courtesy of his Bentley limo and his badass bodyguard/chauf