Total Temptation (9 page)

This time, he didn't ask questions but did as he was told. The position stuck his gorgeous butt into the air. An easy target, so she continued spanking him.

“I'm sick of taking crap from men,” she said. “At least I was married to Howard. I'm not married to his sons. I'm not married to you.”

“It hurts so good,” he said. “God. Don't stop.”

“No one owns me,” she said. “No one tells me what to do.”

“Hand me the condom. I'm going to come. I want to be inside you.”

“This is not about your enjoyment,” she said. “You don't climax until I do. Understood?”

“Yeah . . . sure . . . only, please soon.”

“All right. Get on the bed.” He'd hold off his orgasm until she'd come. Not only a pro, he was a considerate lover. If all the energy inside her turned to passion, he wouldn't have to wait long.

Now lying on his back, he reached for the condom, and this time she gave it to him. Once he had himself sheathed, her body made itself ready for him, her sex dampening as she pictured the joy of taking all that solid flesh inside her. She quickly joined him on the bed and swung a leg over him. With one hand, she grasped his shaft, positioning it. With the other, she parted the lips of her sex. In no time at all, she'd lowered herself onto him.

“Damn, you're tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You're just big.” She pushed herself upward and then slid back down, his girth nearly splitting her. Such intense pleasure. More than she'd thought possible, even with him. She continued up and down and then grinding her pelvis against his.

“Easy,” he said. “I can't take much more.”

“Fuck easy. I need this.” Like the treadmill and so much more. She was flying again, her heart nearly bursting with happiness. That she could own a man like this, if only for a few moments. The most dangerous creature on the planet, and she could bend him to her desires. He thrust into her, his face a grimace of sexual need. He'd wait for his release because she'd ordered him to.

She took and took, gripping her own breasts and tugging at the nipples as she rode him. She wouldn't last much longer, either, and they could come together, but in the meantime, she could enjoy full-body sex. Primitive and transcendent. Carnal and spiritual. The ultimate expression of who she was.

The consummate lover, Bobby reached to her pussy, right to the place where he drove into her, and found her distended clitoris. The moment he brushed it with the pad of his thumb, the tables turned. He could order her body now, could send it past the boundary that held her to earth.

She had no choice but to surrender, and she did, allowing him to set her on fire with his touches. He stroked the sensitive bud with enough pressure to send her arousal into the stratosphere. Talk about flying. She reached heights where she couldn't get oxygen. She hung there for a long moment, suspended in time. And then she flew apart, her spirit shattering in every direction.

While her sex burst into spasms around his, he thrust up into her wildly as a roar burst from his chest. They'd climaxed together, as she'd known they would, but she could never have guessed the power of the release. The insanity, followed by connection.

And when she lowered herself slowly to his chest with a sigh of utter satisfaction, all the pieces of her settled back into place. Rearranged into a new fit that she'd take with her when she left this place.

L
OOKING AT
B
OBBY
first thing in the morning was a treat any woman would be thrilled to get used to. Cassandra had not only had sex with him in several creative ways the day and evening before, but she'd slept curled up next to his firm body all night. She knew the sounds, feel, and tastes of him. As he lounged against the threshold between the bedroom and the terrace wearing nothing but faded jeans slung low on his hips, she absolutely lost the capacity for speech. Even his bare feet were sexy.

“Sleep well, princess?” he said.

She cleared her throat. “Like a baby. How about you?”

“More like a log than a baby.”

He hadn't awakened, as far as she could tell. That didn't mean he hadn't moved. She'd gotten up twice to use the bathroom, and each time she returned to bed, he'd reached for her. She'd settled against him, surrounded by his heat, and drifted right off to dreamland. Just about the perfect night.

“Are you trying to break my heart?” he said.

She stared at him. “What?”

“The negligee.” He gestured toward her.

“I packed it. I figured I might as well wear it.” She glanced down at herself. The peignoir set wasn't particularly revealing, although it did cling to her body. “Don't you like it?”

“Love it,” he said. “Problem is, it makes you look innocent.”

“I think maybe I was when I came in here.”

He straightened and opened his arms wide. Her cue, and she took it, walking to him and running her arms around his ribs. As he enclosed her in an embrace, she tipped up her face for a kiss. He obliged with no more than brush of his lips over hers in greeting. She could ask for more, and he'd give her whatever she wanted, but that wasn't going to happen today.

“So, you're leaving,” he said. A statement, not a question.

“I have to get back to my so-called ‘real' life.”

“The stepsons?”

“I decided I'm sick of cowering. I'm going to fight back.”

He pulled his head back and looked down at her. “You decided last night?”

“I think I decided in the middle of smacking your ass.”

He laughed. “It was worth it, then.”

“You did that on purpose, didn't you?”

“That's me. Headshrinker of the year.” He draped his arm over her shoulder and turned her toward the table on the terrace. “Say, it looks like you ordered breakfast.”

Not only that, she'd discovered the hidden heaters that made the terrace warm on a San Francisco morning. Otherwise, they'd have to eat inside. Even in the summer, the fog kept things too cool to be outdoors in a peignoir. “I ordered something light, but we can call down for a steak and fries, if you want.”

“We'll do this now. I'll eat later,” he said.

Bobby lifted the lid to the chafing dish and helped himself to some of the omelet while Cassandra selected a croissant and a few slices of melon. Bobby glanced at her plate and shook his head, chuckling. “Is that enough fortification for a battle with your stepsons?”

“I have to keep in fighting weight.”

“Uh-huh.” He dug into his eggs.

“Do you want to hear my plan?” she asked.

“You bet.” He wiped his lips with his napkin.

“I'm going to live my life out in the open,” she said. “I'm not doing anything wrong. Let them waste their money on private investigators. They won't find anything.”

“Except for the fact that you visit a sex club.” He rested his elbows on the table and watched her.

Her skin grew warm. She'd be blushing—again. “I think I can keep one secret.”

“So can Club Ecstasy.” He went back to eating.

“I think I'll tell my lawyer to turn up the heat on them. I might hire a few of my own investigators,” she said. “See how they like it.”

“Sounds like a start. Then what?”

“I'll have to play it by ear. I've never done anything like this before.” Which left the obvious unstated. She wouldn't be doing it now if she hadn't spent these hours with Bobby. Spanking him for sexual thrills wasn't exactly the same thing as standing up for her rights in court, but it had taught her something about having a spine. “I'm not doing this just for myself, you know. Howard wanted me to fight for my inheritance, and I'm going to honor his wishes.”

“He was a lucky guy.”

“He was a good man. I think I made him happy.”

Bobby grabbed the bottle of champagne from the bucket, poured two glasses, and passed one to her. “Here's to your future.”

She clinked her glass against his. “Here's to the man who helped me find it.”

He smiled and drank.

“So, do you really ride a motorcycle?” she asked.

“Made it myself starting with a '72 Harley Sportster I rescued from the crusher and built up from parts in junkyards all over the East Bay,” he said. “I painted wings on the gas tank.”

“Like your tattoo?”

He pushed his plate aside. “What else?”

“Maybe you can give me a ride some time,” she said. “After I've gotten the stepsons off my back.”

“You got it.”

She toyed with the stem of her glass. “I will be back, you know.”

“I'll be here.”

Your visit to Club Ecstasy doesn't have to end here. . . .

Keep reading for a sneak peek at Alice Gaines's sexy novellas

TOTAL IMMERSION

and

TOTAL ABANDON

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TOTAL IMMERSION

Susan McGraw knows she's demanding. And after a rough breakup, she thinks she's earned it. Luckily Club Ecstasy can satisfy her every desire. Only, tonight one man won't be enough—she requires the devotion of two hot men. But when one of her lovers turns out to be the boyfriend she loved and lost, Susan realizes she might be in over her head . . .

When Adam, manager of Club Ecstasy and Susan's former boyfriend, realizes he's going to have to share her, he thinks he'll lose his mind with jealousy. But instead of feeling envious, watching her with another man turns him on like mad. Together the three of them experience the ultimate sensual and sexual exercise—but after all is said and done, will a new trick heal old wounds?

A
DAM'S DARK GAZE
met hers. “Are you happy?”

“Delirious,” Susan said. “What about you?”

His expression said nothing. “I'd use a somewhat different word.”

“And the bathroom, madame.” Jeff stood by an open door and gestured across the threshold.

White marble nearly blinded Susan when she stepped inside, and light bounced off more brass faucets and fixtures. A glass-enclosed shower occupied the far wall, and a sunken tub took up much of the rest of the room. Plenty of opportunities for fun there.

When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Jeff had undone his tie and was removing the jacket of his suit. He draped that over one of the chairs and proceeded to take out his cufflinks. With those set aside, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing strong forearms covered with sun-bleached hairs.

Susan started in on the buttons of her blouse, but he moved to stop her hands. “Let me do that.”

As Jeff undressed her, Adam took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and watched. Perhaps they'd worked together before, because Jeff seemed to know what to do without being told. Jeff had an expert touch, his big fingers working buttons while the warmth of his body enveloped her. He bent to nibble at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot, leaving no doubt about what type of encounter world follow.

Adam's face gave nothing away, but he seemed intent on observing every move she and his coworker made. She stood where she was and allowed Jeff to remove her clothing. His fingers gliding over her skin, he rid her of her blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra. When her breasts fell loose, Adam stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. If she hadn't been so utterly and completely turned on, she might have covered them out of shyness, but timidity didn't fit with these men and her plans to have both of them.

Once he had her naked from the waist up, Jeff dropped to his knees in front of her. He popped the snap of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Skimming his hands over her hips, he slid both her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them with his help. Now totally nude, she stood and allowed both of the men to see her. Jeff smiled, deepening the dimple in his cheek, but Adam might have been a statue, sitting completely still, his hands on his knees.

He'd never stared at her that way before, not in the entire time they'd lived together. He'd seen her naked every day, often after having undressed her himself. He'd touched her everywhere, whispering how much he wanted her. Sometimes, he'd simply taken her when neither of them could wait and needed each other immediately. He'd never sat, watching, without reaching for her.

Her stomach did a little flip, and her heart raced. His detachment created a thrill not unlike fear and most definitely not unlike sexual need.

Then Jeff eased her legs apart, and his intent became clear. Oral sex, when she was already so turned on she could hardly stand. The most intimate act possible with another man watching. How incredibly erotic. When he put his mouth over her pussy, and the world retreated, leaving her with nothing but a hunger for the ultimate contact. The feel of his tongue against her throbbing clit.

He didn't make her wait long. In a few seconds, his tongue parted the lips of her sex and landed on the supersensitive organ. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to give out, but he held her upright, his arms around her hips. For a man who'd met her only minutes ago, he learned quickly the exact pressure to use to send her from aroused to ready to burst out of her skin. As she started the climb to orgasm, she gripped his head for balance. No matter what, she must not lose the delicious friction that had her blood whooshing in her ears.

Oh, God, so good. So fucking good. Her breathing grew harsh, and the sound of a woman's voice came to her. Her own, of course, but not as she'd ever heard it. So full of raw need and so unconcerned with anything but her own pleasure. Shameless. Demanding. And he kept giving, his tongue fluttering over the tip of her clit and then pressing harder.

She could have this and more. Much, much more for hours.

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