“Fuck.”His cock wasn’t just leaping now.It was straining.“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”
Her sultry smile wobbled.“Just making up for lost time.”
Nick couldn’t bear the pain behind her smile.So help him, he would make this the best night of her life, or he’d die trying.
Claire had been honest about her needs.He owed her the same courtesy.And maybe, in the process, he’d actually find a way to function the way he used to.“I want you to lie down.On your back.”
She scrambled onto the bed.Her willingness to obey appeased a primal need in him.He didn’t get off on telling people what to do in other situations, but in the bedroom, it could be fun.
Nick slipped off his blazer.“Touch yourself.”
On a sigh, she slipped her hand between her legs.Right away, she began to wiggle in that way she had before.Her sensual movements were hypnotic.He couldn’t look away.“How’s this?”
“Perfect.”He unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it free from his belt.“Spread your legs for me.That’s it, nice and wide.I want to see you.”
She obeyed.As he removed his shirt, she licked at her lips.Did she like what she saw?Good.
He began to work on his belt buckle.
Claire leaned back on her elbows.“Would you like some help with that?”
“Actually, yeah.Come here and do it for me, dirty girl.”
Grinning, she scooted toward him.As long as he lived, Nick knew he would never forget the sight of Claire Brewer rolling around on a bed.It was literally the greatest sight in the world.
Her gaze locked on his, she slowly loosened his belt and pulled it from its loops.“By any chance, did you bring a condom?”
He would embarrass himself if he admitted he’d actually tucked several into his wallet.It bulged with them.One can live in hope.“Always be prepared.”
“Good.”She unzipped his chinos.
The light friction over his cock was excruciatingly good.He hoped Claire understood the effect she had on him.He wasn’t sure how long his hard-on would last, but he’d never been more relieved to see it.
“You should step out of these,” she suggested.
Saying a quick prayer to the patron saint of stamina, Nick did.He removed his socks and got rid of his chinos, making sure to grab a condom from his wallet.Wearing only his boxer briefs, he stood before her again.
She pulled at his waistband.“May I?”
He nodded, at a loss for words.
Claire eased the tight briefs over his hips, taking care not to snag them on his erection.He lowered them and kicked them into a corner.
She dragged a finger down the length of his cock.“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d like to give you a blow job, if that’s okay.”Her voice was so soft and sweet, as if she was asking for an extra sugar for her coffee.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear Claire had a little porn star in her.
What else did he need to learn about this woman?She was full of surprises.
“It’s more than okay.”
She leaned over and took him in his mouth.The smoothness of her tongue drew a string of curses from his lips.Claire looked up, her eyes lit with amusement.
Damn, he could get used to this.
