Catching his zipper on the down-stroke, she pulled. Her heart pounded with need and excitement as she opened his button. Control, Mercedes. Be in control of yourself for a few minutes. She almost lost the mental battle as she stroked him through the silk boxers—he felt so good—but he was shuddering beneath her. Time to finish, so he gave in before she caved and surrendered herself to him.
Lowering to get closer, she wriggled down his body once more, planting her feet on the floor at the end of the sofa, and stilled with her mouth hovering just above his twitching cock. Mercedes exhaled as she moved, blowing heat down his length, eliciting another moan. “And that, Lucas, is more in line with what I want.”
“And I want you . In my bed. In my shower. In the Jacuzzi on my balcony.” He propped himself on his elbows and stared her down as she stood.
He has a Jacuzzi on his balcony?
When she didn’t respond, he drew himself onto the arm of the sofa, setting his knees between her legs. “On top of the piano. Pretty much any other place I can think of. Now. No more playing. What do you want?”
Cojeme . She was in the insane suite of the sexiest man she’d ever met; he was wealthy, successful, delicious…and he wanted her. “That. All of that.”
“Good.” He stood, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and tugged her head back, his mouth grazing over her neck and collarbone.
His kisses made her so dizzy the room tilted, and for the first time all day, she didn’t care. Now he pushed, his mouth driving her backward until her spine slammed against the wall. Lucas slid his hands down her arms, raising them over her head and pinning them there. When he let go, she lowered them less than two inches before he pressed them against the wall again. That plus the growl shuddering against her jugular had her so wet she wanted him to take her right there against the wall.
Desperate for him to touch the rest of her body, she stayed in place when he let go this time. Blissfully, his hands skated down her sides as he knelt and lifted the hem of her dress. His fingers toyed with the edge of her black lace panties, and she tilted her hips toward him, wanting so much more. The lace tightened on her backside as he balled the front of it into his fist and yanked. She gasped at the pressure of the damp fabric on her clit. Then the seams gave way, and the lace scraped against her sensitive flesh. Her muscles contracted, tightening as the sensation sent her into the start of an orgasm—more ripple than wave—and she bit her lip to keep from whimpering again.
“Please, Lucas.” Aww hell. Had she just begged? She would not be that girl, no matter how badly she… His tongue flicked at her clit and she forgot every reason why begging was such a bad thing. Desperate for more, she lifted her right leg and hooked it over his shoulder. He delved deeper with his tongue, stroking her to the edge of an orgasm—a real one this time.
Then he squeezed her ass and sucked on her clit until her eyes rolled back in her head. “More…”
His only response was to lick her again.
Then he stood, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, not wanting to lose an inch of contact. Lips pressed against her neck, kissing and nibbling as he carried her deeper into the room. She couldn’t focus on anything other than his mouth and the erection pressing against her center until her ass hit something hard and slick. Lucas’s hands roved up her back, supporting her weight as he tipped her onto the black, angled wood.
A loud crack sounded and then her perch crashed down so she was lying flat atop the baby grand in the corner of the room.
Grinning, Lucas ripped his tie off. “That worked out better than anticipated.”
Still gasping for breath, Mercedes watched as he stripped off his pants. “Better? You broke their piano!” She didn’t even want to think about how much that was going to cost.
“Totally worth it.” In two steps he was at an end
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