“Don’t make me scream for help,” she said, but her soft lips trickled up the side of his neck as she said it.
A thrill ran up his spine and through his whole body.
Magnus smiled. “Scream all you like.”
As long as she didn’t scream one of their safe words from their intermittent affairs.
Cabbage Patch. Orangutan. Aristotle.
At the hot slump-block wall, Magnus dropped her legs, and he held Clementine against his chest with one arm as he slowly slid her down his body like he was a dirty male dancer on stage.
He had never been a professional dancer, of course, or a professional anything for that matter, but he’d had all sorts of friends his whole life.
Magnus liked to learn useful things.
As her feet alighted on the grass at the base of the wall, Clementine hooked one hand around the back of Magnus’s head and pulled him down to kiss her.
Aw, she’d been sweet to pretend she might scream. He knew that she liked authority, but she knew he liked games.
Nevertheless, he kissed a trail over to her ear and whispered, “This okay?”
“God, yes,” she growled in a tiny little kitten growl at him. “Now quit teasing me and fuck me. You knew what you were doing when you wore that bespoke Kiton tuxedo tonight. You might as well have taped a sign on your back with my name on it.”
“I never did properly thank you for getting me into their custom design program.” Magnus reached down and dragged her thigh up to wrap around his hips.
Yeah, no pantyhose, just what he liked. She might as well have put a sign on her back with his name on it, too.
No panties was even better, but this wasgood.
Not to mention that she had worn her silken hair in an updo so he could see all of her long, supple neck. It made him want to kiss her there, bite her there, and ram his dick down there.
A tang of vodka on her tongue, floral musk perfume blossoming from her wrists and throat, and the softness of her skin under his hands drove him absolutely feral.
Magnus shrugged the tailed tuxedo jacket off his shoulders and whipped it around her, inserting her arms into the sleeves and dressing her like a doll.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“The stucco wall is rough. It’ll cut you.”
“But—it’s a bespokeKiton!”
“I don’t care about the fucking jacket. ‘No scars, no visible bruises,’” he recited.
And he slammed her against the wall.
He ground the hardness of his cock between her thighs, right where he knew she’d lose her mind, and her choked gasp was a reward. He slid his hand upward, two fingers gliding under the hem of her panties and right inside her wet tightness, and her next gasp wasn’t choked but that open throaty sound of hers that drove him wild.
The deep neckline of her slip dress was loose inside his jacket, which was practically a cape on her instead of a coat, and he dipped one hand inside to thumb the peak of her breast. Her spaghetti strap fell down her arm, baring her, and he grabbed her with his mouth and sucked hard until she was keening.
With her breast in his mouth, his other hand stole up to her long, vulnerable throat, maybe his favorite part of her. When her pulse was under his fingertips and thumb, he squeezed, just barely, just for two heartbeats, and then released her blood back to her brain as she gasped, lightheaded and wilting in his arms.
Some part of him wanted to carry Clementine back to his suite at Billionaire Sanctuary, tie her to his bed, and keep her right on the edge until she did scream one of their safe words, but she might insist on driving them in her car. Magnus didn’t want to die that night.
And he definitely wasn’t one to turn down a quickie for old times’ sake, especially with Clementine Kaas.
So he crushed her slim form against the wall with his body, his weight and size trapping her, snagged the condom out of his wallet while dropping the damned wallet on the ground, and unzipped his pants to slap it on before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he wore her around his middle like a pool float before burying himself in her wet heat.
Gravity shoved her down his cock all the way to his balls, and her harsh gasp drew his attention away from the fiery desire filling his body. “Still okay?”
