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  I want to do something sensual for him, so I reach around behind me and unbutton my skirt, sliding it down my smooth thighs.

  I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body. I’m not petite. I’m tall and curvy, what some people would call a big girl. My stomach is soft, but Spencer looks at me like I’m a chocolate soufflé. He actually licks his lips.

  “Incredible.”

  “Not too much?” I step closer as his shirt opens.

  His skin is a nice olive tan dusted with soft, dark hair, and he’s hiding some serious abs under all those layers of expensive fabric.

  “So hard…” I trace my fingers along the lines in his torso, curling my nails lightly. His slacks hang nicely on his hips, and I felt his cock against my ass a moment ago.

  His lip curls as he pulls me to him again. “Do you know how perfect you are? This gorgeous ass. These breasts.” He unfastens my bra as he speaks, and I inhale a little gasp when he pulls me to his chest. “You’re a Marilyn. A Jane.”

  “Spencer…” Our skin slides together, and it’s electricity and heat.

  “You want me to stop?” His smokey eyes hold mine.

  “No… It’s just… it’s been a long time.”

  That makes him pause. “How long?”

  “Months.”

  “Criminal.” He shakes his head as he resumes his movements, holding me to him and sliding his hands down the small of my back. His lips graze my neck, sending chills through my arms and legs. “We’ll take our time.”

  The small hairs on his chest tickle my hardened nipples, and I reach around his waist, sliding my hands down to squeeze the muscles of his ass. “Not too slow.”

  He grins wickedly. “There you are.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My sassy redhead, come with me.” Taking my hand, he turns and starts towards the hallway.

  I step out of my heels as he takes a glass of ice water off the table.

  He leads me deeper into his elegantly furnished home. We enter his bedroom, where a massive king-sized bed is positioned against one wall. It’s covered in navy sheets, surrounded by more dark wood and leather. Everything is gleaming brass and polished wood, and it smells like money.

  Pausing beside a tall armoire, he places his white shirt on a mahogany valet stand. I admire the ripple of muscles in his arms, the deep line down the center of his back, the definition in his waist.

  I take a sip of ice water, and nearly choke when he slides his pants off and turns to face me. Those two lines of muscle drop in a V into his black boxer briefs, and the outline of his erection makes my stomach quiver.

  “Come here.” It’s a low command, and I’m quick to set the water down and obey. “Stop. Bring the glass.”

  Picking it up again, I do my best sexy walk to where he’s waiting in all his broad-shouldered, narrow waist, thick cock straining against dark fabric glory. I want to lick him all over.

  “You’re amazing, Sin.”

  “Why do you call me that?”

  “Because you’re sexy as sin… sinfully tempting.”

  Okay… I like that answer. It makes me smile, which makes him smile.

  He takes my hand and turns me so my back is to his chest. His mouth descends to my shoulder as he lifts my breasts in both hands, squeezing and fondling them. My head drops back when he bites my neck, and I almost drop the glass.

  He groans, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. “I want you on my lap.”

  Heat surges through my core, and my body moves in time with his touch. “Do you remember when you said you wanted to fuck me all night?”

  His mouth is at my ear. “How could I forget?”

  “Did you ever think about it after that night?”

  “Many times.” Stepping around, he leads me to the bed. He takes the glass and sets it on the nightstand, fishing an ice cube out of the water. “Lie back.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  I do as he says then gasp as the frozen water covers my hard nipple. “Spencer…”

  “Be still.” It’s a low order, and I do my best not to squirm away as the cold becomes painful.

  “I don’t think I can… Oh…” The ice is gone, replaced by his mouth, which feels obscenely hot by contrast.

  My back arches off the bed as I moan, as he moves it to my other breast and repeats the process. It’s excruciatingly pleasurable, and he rises up, claiming my mouth in a devouring kiss.

  His hand holds the top of my head, and he pushes my lips apart, his tongue invading, finding mine. He’s possessive and demanding, circling and caressing, and I rise off the bed with a moan as he slips his hand into my panties, circling the ice over my clit.

  I hum against his lips. He bites mine lightly, pulling them with his as he slides the ice lower, dipping it into my core.

  “Spencer…” My eyes pop open in time to see him rise up and put the cube in his mouth.

  “Good girl.” A naughty smile curls his lips. “Would you like some more?”

  Chewing my lips, I nod, flickering my eyes to his cock. It points like a steel rod at me from inside his underwear. “I want everything.”

  He takes another piece of ice from the glass. “Be still, greedy girl.”

  It’s almost impossible to be still as he slides the ice around my navel slowly. He moves down to follow it with his hot tongue.

  I squirm in the bed, hissing as he repeats the process, tracing a line of extreme cold followed by hot mouth, lower… lower… Oh, God…

  This time, when he slides his hands between my legs, he holds the ice a little longer. He holds it until I’m about to cry out in pain, and when his mouth follows, closing over my clit, I do scream. It’s so hot. It’s so crazy.

  He licks the water away, sliding his tongue all around my pussy, then sucking me until my ass bucks against the bed. I’m losing my mind. I’ve never felt anything like this, and he repeats cold strokes followed by hot licks. He tortures me until I’m clenching, begging for him. Until I orgasm so intensely, I forget where I am.

  My toes curl and my legs shake, and I want him to fuck me hard.

  “Get on your knees.” I’m trembling as I move slowly in the bed, following his orders.

  His underwear is gone, and he quickly rolls on a condom. He climbs onto the bed behind me, holding my waist as he slides his cock up and down my slit until he finds my entrance.

  We both moan as he fills me, slamming deep and then holding still. He’s big, and I’m full. I arch up, pressing against him and kissing his jaw. I thread my fingers in his soft hair, and his large hands cup and caress my breasts, using my body like a toy.

  He hums with satisfaction and starts to thrust. He’s moving fast, hitting my ass with his pelvis as he fucks me. He holds me firmly against his body, groaning words of approval, of satisfaction between hard thrusts, rough kisses, and little bites.

  “So fucking gorgeous.” Each word is punctuated by a fuck, and I’m rising again, faster this time.

  His cock hits the place inside me, and with every stroke, sparks shoot brighter behind my closed eyes. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. I’m not sure how much more my body can take.

  His beard scuffs my neck as his lips trace into my hair, behind my ear. Hot breath coats my shoulders in shimmering sensation, and when his hand drives roughly between my legs again, his touch, his determined grasps at my clit, send me soaring.

  “Oh, God…” My voice breaks with my orgasm.

  My body shudders, and I fall forward onto the bed. He follows me, holding me down and continuing to fuck me, two, three more times before groaning and gripping my ass, holding still as he finishes, pulsing deep inside me.

  We’re breathing so hard, and I’m trying to think… I’ve never been ravaged before. That was definitely ravaging. He takes a deep breath, coughing a bit before his strong arms circle my waist, and he leans forward, placing his cheek against the back of my neck.

  Moments pass, and our b
reathing slowly returns to normal. My eyes are closed, and I’m so relaxed in his arms.

  Then I notice his hand is moving, caressing my breast, and I start to giggle.

  “Insatiable.” My voice is woozy.

  His cheek rises against my skin, and it makes me smile. Lifting his head, warm, hazel eyes meet mine, and something unexpected tightens in my chest. He looks at me like he wants to know more, like he cares… which is silly and childish, and I shake that shit out of my head. We’ve both had a lot of alcohol.

  Rolling back on the bed, his voice is satisfied and lazy. “Are you hungry now?”

  “No.” I stretch my arms and my body in the soft sheets, and he disposes of the condom. “What do you think about football?”

  “I don’t.” That clipped arrogance is in his voice again, and I laugh.

  But when he returns to me, he pulls me gently to his chest. He gathers me in his arms like I’m delicate, and his tone softens. “Rest a bit. I plan to keep my promise and fuck you all night.”

  “I’d expect no less.” My voice is sassy, but when I close my eyes, I’m fast asleep.

  Chapter 6

  Spencer

  “Sin?” My hand slides over cold sheets, and I scrub my fingers against my eyes as I sit up.

  What time is it?

  The sun shines brightly through the crack in my heavy silk curtains, and I’ve got a hard-on. I want to relieve it in the heat between her thighs, caress those luscious tits, test her limits…

  Where the fuck is she, and why isn’t she in my bed?

  “Joselyn?” I rip the heavy sheets back and my bare feet land on the scratchy pile of the hand-knotted, wool Persian rug surrounding my bed.

  She’s not in the sitting room or on the balcony. I jog naked to the first floor where the surf and turf I ordered from Rioz last night has gone to waste. Our wine glasses are on the table half-drunk, and the bottle is beside them still open.

  Glancing around, I notice her clothes are gone. Her shoes, that small clutch… All gone.

  Snatching up my phone, I’m all set to fire off an angry text when I realize I don’t even have her contact information.

  “God dammit.” I exhale an annoyed growl, placing my fists on my hips.

  I’d planned to take her to breakfast this morning, get in a little more fucking before we went our separate ways. The point of bringing her here was to get her out of my system. Now that damned itch is stronger than before, and I’m more agitated than yesterday.

  Rubbing my hands over my face, I head back upstairs to my bathroom.

  Why would she sneak out like some kind of thief? She didn’t even leave a note.

  “Succubus is more like it,” I grumble, switching on my oversized rain shower system and adjusting it to hot and strong as I grab a change of clothes from my bedroom.

  Stepping into the glass stall, I close my eyes and place both hands against the wall as the soothing waters cascade down from the ceiling. My semi is not helped by a memory of Joselyn hovering over me at some point in the night. Her gorgeous hair fell over one shoulder, tickling my thighs, and those full lips puckered lusciously around the tip of my dick.

  She looked up at me with wicked blue eyes as she licked it like an ice cream cone. I believe she spoke into it like a mic, asking my cock if it liked that, which made me laugh. Ridiculous.

  Then she went to town, sucking and pulling, taking me deeper as she made little eager, hungry noises.

  “Jesus…” I have a full-on erection at the memory of her shameless confidence.

  Damn her. She knew I was at her mercy as she took me that way, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She blew me like a porn star. My ass rose off the bed when I shot down her throat.

  Snatching the conditioner up, I put some on my hand before sliding my fist over my erection. As I tug, I think of her beautiful body.

  She was just as I imagined she’d be, soft and full with flawless ivory skin. Her breasts were perky handfuls, teardrops bouncing, and her hips matched in exact proportion, round and firm. Auburn hair swept down to her narrow waist.

  She said her stomach was soft. Fuck that. She’s a painter’s dream, an hourglass. Her ass was like a heart waiting for my hands to squeeze it, my teeth to mark it, my mouth to cover it, perhaps even my dick… Shit.

  The thought of my dick in her ass has me on the edge. I can hear her little cries as I punish her for sneaking out on me. I hear her orgasmic moans, loud and ecstatic. She’s responsive and vocal and…

  “Fuck…” It’s an angry groan as my thighs clench, as my cock pulses.

  For a moment, I stand under the shower, wishing the hot water would ease my tension. It’s no use. I’d planned to possess every inch of her body, and now I’m jerking off in the shower like a teenager. This is not how my Saturday was supposed to go.

  Snatching up the body wash, I quickly clean up and switch off the water, stepping out and wrapping in a thick robe.

  Standing in the center of my bedroom, I stare at the bed, thinking of her falling asleep in my arms. Her face relaxed with a little smile. My hand was on her breast, and she laughed softly. She asked me if I liked football, of all things.

  My brow relaxes, and something moves in my stomach. She smelled like flowers, creamy magnolia and mimosa.

  I push that to the back of my mind, reaching for my shirt when the twinge in my back pulls me up short. “Fucking Miles.”

  It gives me an idea.

  Picking up my phone, I quickly tap out a text as I jog down the stairs. We need to see Joselyn’s portfolio. Would you ask her to drop it by the office on Monday?

  I quickly hit send and switch on the coffee pot.

  Daisy replies fast. Sorry, I forgot to send you her number. Here it is.

  A little woosh noise, and just like that, Joselyn’s information is on my phone. I stare at it for several seconds. She’s here in my hands. I could call her or text her and make her tell me why she left that way. I could order her to come back here now.

  That is not who I am. I’ll let you be the point person. Just tell her to stop by on Monday and drop it off. Any time.

  Gray dots appear as Daisy composes a reply. They disappear and reappear, and I imagine she’s changing her mind about what she wants to say. I have to hand it to Daisy, she’s pretty good at getting what she wants, but I’m not budging.

  At last, she sends, Should I tell her to bring it to you or Miles?

  Now that is a good question. I don’t give it a moment’s thought. Either is fine. Thank you.

  She sends a little heart, and I take my coffee.

  To be continued, Miss Winthrop.

  Chapter 7

  Joselyn

  “It’s official. I am my own worst nightmare.” I pace Courtney’s apartment with my hands in my hair.

  With every step, every movement of fabric over my skin, I feel all the places Spencer kissed me or bit me or froze me with ice before covering me with his mouth… Or fucked me silly.

  “Stop being so hard on yourself. You’d been through a dry spell.” Court’s in the kitchen making coffee, and I cross the short distance from the living room with my arms wrapped around my waist.

  “I said no men for a year. A year. I was going to focus on me, get my career back on track, and what do I do? I jump in bed with the first hot guy who looks at me.”

  “A year is a long time.”

  “I’m a total slut.”

  “What’s a slut?” Oliver’s little voice makes me jump.

  “Shit!” Both hands cover my mouth.

  “Aunt Sly said a swear word.” Ollie snorts a laugh, ducking his head.

  His mom cuts her eyes as she carries two mugs of coffee to the table. “Are you auditioning for SNL?”

  “I’m sorry!”

  Court bends down to kiss the top of his head. “Ignore Aunt Sly, sweetie. She’s having a hard week.”

  His hands are cupped under his neck. “She woke me up last night.”

  “I did?” I kneel in fro
nt of him, sliding my fingers across the front of his hair. “I tried to be super quiet.”

  “I thought you were a monster.” He rubs his hands back and forth under his chin.

  “What’s that? You got something?” I smile, leaning closer.

  “It’s just Chartreuse.” He opens them, and my heart flies to my throat.

  “Oh, gross!” I squeal, falling back on my ass and scrambling behind a kitchen chair. “Get it away!”

  “Oliver James,” Court fusses. “Put that thing back in its cage.”

  “She’s not a thing!” He cries, and I peek from behind his mother’s chair at the bright green tree frog with oversized orange eyes watching me from his palm.

  “I swear to God, Ollie, if that thing gets on me, I will lose it.”

  “You already lost it,” he grumbles under his breath, and my eyebrows shoot up.

  “Rude.” I look up at his mom, and she shakes her head.

  “That is not how we talk to adults, Olls. Now put Chartreuse in her cage.”

  “She needs her bugs. She’s going to starve to death.”

  “I’ll get her bugs. Put her up now.”

  He stomps up the short hall leading to our shared bedroom, and I rise slowly. “I’ve been sleeping with that thing in the room every night?”

  “It’s just a tree frog. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

  “I’m loving the attitudes around here.”

  But when she returns from the kitchen with a plastic cup of what looks like crickets, I notice her eyes have dark circles under them.

  “Hey,” I catch her hand. “Are you okay? Did I wake you, too? I’ll sleep in my van next time.”

  “It’s not that.” Her shoulders drop, and she exhales heavily.

  “Tell me.”

  She glances towards Ollie’s room before lowering her voice and leaning closer. “Ozzy showed up here last night. I didn’t even know he knew where we lived. Thank God, Ollie was already asleep.”

  “What did he want?” My grip on her hand tightens. “Did he hurt you?”

  She shakes her head, but her eyes are worried. “He said he wants his son back. He said I can’t keep him away.”