“A long time for a healthy woman in her sexual prime.”
She rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Problem is, I’m not down with one-night stands, and for a while before I went undercover I was too busy for anything other than one-night stands. So…” She shrugged. “Here I am, sex-starved and willing to jump into bed…er…” She lifted her chin and looked around. “Jump into the circus ring with the first guy who comes calling.” She turned wicked eyes on him. “Of course it helps that the first guy who came calling happens to look like the love child from a threesome between Oded Fehr, Adam Rayner, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
Again, she startled a chuckle out of him. “Thanks.” He shook his head. “I think.”
“That’s definitely a compliment.” She nibbled on his jaw. Her soft lips and warm breath had his toes curling inside his boots. “What about you?” She popped up, staring at him quizzically. The scent of freesia and apricot blossoms was a heady mix when combined with the smell of sex and warm, satisfied woman.
“What about me?”
“How long has it been for you?”
“Not two years.”
She pursed her lips around a smile. “I figured. A guy like you probably has a woman in every port.”
That was alarmingly close to the truth…until a few months ago. Because the instant the Black Knights discovered the notorious Spider and Lord Asad Grafton were one and the same, and Angel discovered Sonya worked as Grafton’s personal assistant, he’d given up all other women.
Sheet-diving was for men who didn’t know what they wanted. One look at her in a news reel with Grafton, and Angel had known what he wanted.
“I can’t imagine why I was worried this would be just another slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am,” she teased, shaking her head. But he could see the real dismay in her eyes.
“Like I told you.” He made sure his tone and face expressed the solemnity of his words. “You are different.” And then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, he added, “And if you must know, it has been four months. Four long, lonely”—he let a devilish twinkle enter his eyes—“aching months.”
She grinned, tossing a leg over his thigh. He could feel the warmth of her sex through the denim of his jeans. “Well, let’s remedy that, shall we?” The sexy sparkle in her eyes left no doubt she had plans for him.
His heart beat with a happy rhythm he hadn’t experienced in a decade when she claimed his lips. He welcomed the impudent intrusion of her tongue with a growl of approval and let her have her way for long minutes. Let her show him all the things she’d learned. Let her be the leader in this new game of seduction.
When he’d had all he could stand and was poised to roll her onto her back, she straddled his hips and set about leaving a burning hot trail of kisses across his jaw and back to his ear. When she nipped his earlobe, he grabbed her ass with both hands. When she swirled her tongue into the hollow of his ear, he tilted up his pelvis and ground himself against her.
“Too rough?” he asked when she hissed.
“No,” she breathed against his neck. “Just rough enough. But I’ve already had my two.” She bit his collarbone. “It’s only fair if you have one.”
Dipping her chin, she sucked his left nipple into her mouth, tonguing the sensitive tip until he would swear he could feel the tug of her lips at the head of his dick and deep inside his balls.
“Sonya…” His hands moved into her hair, his hips pumping up at her, rubbing and seeking and yearning for more friction.
Now it was her turn to whisper, “Shhh. Be still. I want you to feel every caress. Every touch. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”
A smile curved his lips even as his cock pulsed so hard a warm drop of pre-ejaculate squeezed from the tip. “You stole my lines.”
She gently sank her teeth into one of his ribs. “They’re good lines.”
By the time she’d swirled her tongue inside his belly button, nipped at the skin over his hip bones, and sucked on one of the veins that ran diagonally down his lower belly—the big ones that supplied the blood to his dick—the sun had sunk below the tops of the trees surrounding the circus. Only soft, subtle light shined into the ring from the tall windows in the circular foyer. Enough to see by, but not enough to make out details.
That was good. At that moment, he didn’t want to worry about the scar on his hip or her recognizing his dick. All he could think about was unpacking his cock and shoving it into any dark, wet, hot place Sonya would let him.
Her hands eagerly worked the buttons on his fly. Once she had that open, she wasted no time grabbing the waistband of his jeans and his black boxer briefs and hauling them both down over his hips. Giddy with its release, his thick cock smacked against his stomach, then throbbed and waggled itself at her. You know, just saying hello.
Sonya—gloriously naked, sweetly pink, and still shiny with sweat from two orgasms—sat back on her heels and stared at him. “I feel like Gollum looking at the ring.” When he quirked a brow at her, she gifted him with a sinful grin and rubbed her hands together. “You know… My precious.”
A bust of laughter exploded out of him, shaking his shoulders and making tears form in his eyes.
God, this woman…
She was everything good and wonderful. She could make him weep with need one minute and weep with laughter the next. Of course, when she took his dick in her soft hands, his humor died a quick death.
Catching his breath, he watched as she angled his hugely swollen crest toward her mouth. And then? Oh, and then the seductive little vixen licked her lips. She licked them like her mouth watered in anticipation of a sweet treat.
