Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) by Emma Nichols Read Free Book Online Page B

man managed to stand behind me in the elevator and wrap his arms around me in such a way that he was able to graze my already throbbing nipples. So, naturally, I had to return the favor. Positioning myself just so, I managed to ensure that his cock was sandwiched nicely between my butt cheeks. I could feel him getting harder. Teasing him was exciting both of us. On the cruise ship, he had been the one to really torture me, but now I knew how to play back. After a week together, I knew a lot of his turn-ons. It was so exciting being able to use that against him.
    By the time we stepped off the elevator on our floor, he was holding the orchid in front of his crotch to hide his bulging erection and doing a poor job of it. When we reached the door, and I was struggling with the key card, he was pressing against me and whispering in my ear.
    “Sin, I am going make sure you never want to be away from me again. I’m going to take you hard and fast, leave you breathless and fulfilled. Then, I’m going to take you again,” he murmured.
    I could actually feel my panties getting damp while he spoke. Slowly he nibbled on my lobe. My hand was shaking so that I couldn’t even get the card to read in the slot properly.
    Just as my frustration was mounting, the door flew open. Jolie stood there smirking at us. “Well, well, well. Déjà vu.”
    Once again, I was moaning in need. Only this time, Jolie knew that her involvement would not be as welcome as it had been that first time. Stepping aside, she urged us in out of the hall. “Get in here!”
    I nodded and walked forward while holding the potted plant. “Thank you,” I mumbled, distracted by Ben’s hands roaming all over my body. Jolie reached out and took the flower from me. “Thank you,” I managed again…barely. There were a few things I wanted to do with my mouth at the moment…speaking wasn’t one of them.
    We headed to the master bedroom. As soon as we were both in the room, I pushed him back against the door hard so that it slammed, then I crushed my body against his and pulled his head down so that I could capture his lips once more with mine. It was a hungry kiss, the kind that begged for more, much more than just that physical contact.
    His hands roamed over my body until he found my spaghetti straps on the sundress. Within seconds, it was in a pool around my ankles. His hands covered my breasts, and his thumbs stroked my already hardened nipples. My breath was ragged already, coming in short gasps and moaning sighs. I needed his skin against mine, immediately. That week I had waited was long enough.
    Soon, I was grasping at his polo shirt, lifting it up over his head, flinging it without concern for where it might land. I grabbed his waistband next, and pulled so quickly that his hips rammed into mine. I smiled some and went back to biting my lip in frustration while he kissed down my throat.
    Unhooking his pants, I soon had them all caught up around his ankles, stuck because of his shoes. Dropping to my knees before him, I heard him inhale sharply as he realized how close my face was to his throbbing cock. Not one to disappoint, I released it, smiling as it sprang forth and bobbed inches from my lips. Capturing it with one hand, I ran my tongue over the end, lapping up the accumulating beads of pre-come gathered at the tip. I never took my eyes off his face. I saw when he finally had to be the one to close his and throw his head back.
    As if I were shoeing a horse, I grabbed first one calf and then the other as I tugged off his shoes and then tore off his socks. Slowly, I stood once more, making sure to run every bit of my body against his as I rose. I hovered for a moment at his pelvis, catching his dick between my boobs. I wanted to torture him. From the look in his eyes, it was working.
    Ben grabbed my upper arms and yanked me to standing. He took both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. “Damn it, Sin, I’m losing control here. You sure do