Working quickly, she unbuckled his belt, then unfastened and unzipped his pants. They dropped like lead. After toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of the pants. His throbbing erection tented his boxer briefs.
Her eyes glowed and his cock ached from pure need spiraling through him. She gripped his thick shaft and squeezed. “So big and all mine.”
Fuck, yes.His penis strained against the confines of his underwear.
When she released him, she murmured, “Undress me, Colton.” After sweeping her hair over one shoulder so it hung like a cat’s tail, she turned.
First, he untied the ribbon and set her mask on the cushioned bench at the foot of his bed, then removed his own. Though he wanted her masked, he wouldn’t bring her into his world. He was already breaking his most sacred rule by having sex with his wealth manager. That was enough.
While pressing his lips to her delicate neck, he slowly unzipped her gown. His soft, worshipful kisses blazed a trail to her shoulder and she released a long, breathy groan. The dress fell away and tumbled to the floor. With her back to him, she collected the gown and draped it across the arm of the bench. Then she shot him a sultry glance over her shoulder.
Her beautiful, naked backside stilled him. The reality of Brigit standing there in only stilettos exceeded the stream of fantasies that had gotten him through the week. Her toned back, the hourglass curve of her waist, her rounded ass. He removed his jacket and shirt. His dick banged against the cotton briefs and he shed them, eager to free himself.
She was so fucking irresistible.
In one stride his hard shaft pushed against her ass. He folded her in his arms, wrapping one across her chest while the other curled around her taut tummy. Now captive in his embrace, she was his. His need for control almost complete.
With a soft touch, he skimmed her toned torso up to her breasts. Simultaneous groans. He rubbed his fingers across her erect nipple and fondled her breast.
She rolled her head against his chest and arched her back, forcing her breast into his palm. He squeezed her engorged nib. She whimpered. He pinched and she rewarded him with a moan. With his other hand, he followed the contours of her waist and hips then slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex.
“Mmm, I need your touch,” she murmured. “So badly.”
“You’re mine. All night long,” he whispered into her ear. “And I won’t stop until we both have nothing left to give.”
He slipped two fingers between her folds and into her dripping core and slowly pulled them back out. On a long whimper, she raised her arms over her head and sank her fingers into his hair. Now, with her completely open to him, he glided freely over her feminine form.
Suddenly she spun and jumped into his arms, clawing his back with her fingernails. Their lips met in an explosive embrace. He eased her onto his bed and covered her body with his as her lusty sounds filled his ears.
He could wait no longer. Sliding open the night table, he froze. He wasn’t in the guesthouse where he kept his condoms.Fuck!He rolled onto his back, his throbbing dick protruding like his own personal monument. Her heavy breathing made his balls ache.
“What’s wrong?” She rolled onto her side, facing him.
He tucked a loose tendril behind her ear. “I have no condoms here.”
“What?” Her brow furrowed. “You ran out?”
“I’ve never invited a woman into my bedroom.”
Reeling back, her eyes grew wide. “What?Never?”
“Until now. How the hell did I fuck this up?”
“Sprint to the guesthouse. I’ll hold your spot.” She waggled her eyebrows.
Smiling, he rolled out of bed.
“I was joking, sort of.”
He trotted into his closet. Returning, he held up the new box of condoms and grinned. “Forgot I bought these.”
Propped on her elbow, beneath his linens, she looked like she belonged in his bed. He opened the box, pulled out a string of condoms, and lay next to her.
“That should hold us.” She straddled him, ripped a packet at the perforation and tore it open with her teeth.
Colton never relinquished control, but Brigit’s take-charge attitude in bed was sexy as hell.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she rolled it over him, rose up, and slowly worked him in and out of her hot, wet core. As pleasure spiraled through him, her beauty stole his breath.
