One Last Time ?: Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County BK 1

by Gray, Khardine

  Before I could catch my breath, he nuzzled his face between my thighs, and with his clever tongue, started licking at the already throbbing, sensitive nub of my clit, causing a blinding heat to wash over me, igniting me with more pleasure. Pleasure I never wanted to end. His tongue circled, finding my trigger, and fired off a burst of licks and sucks that sent me right the hell back into the greedy claws of passion.

  All I could do was arch into the wall and grasp at the smooth surface as I came undone once again in his arms. The toe-curling orgasm that took me only moments after the first left me shattered. Thrills ran up and down my body. It was like a drug—I wanted more. More of him and more of what he wanted to give me.

  He stood up with a wicked glint in his eyes, and I knew that more was going to come. So much more.

  He kicked off his shoes, and they slid over to my dress. Then I watched in absolute, pure delight as he undid his belt buckle and shrugged out of his pants and boxers, releasing the sheer glory of his massive cock.

  Oh yes, this was one of the very best ideas I’d ever had, and finally something we could agree on.

  Every nerve quivered in my body as he grabbed a condom from his pants and sheathed himself with it. I was pretty sure I was drooling, but I didn’t care, and neither did he. He claimed my mouth again, kissing me hard with wild, sexual desire that spoke of what he was going to do to me.

  “You’re perfect, Taylor, and I’m going to enjoy tasting you all night,” he whispered against my lips.

  I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled when he flipped me around to face the wall and took hold of my hips with one hand as he teased my entrance with the fat head of his cock with the other. He pressed me into the wall at the same time he pressed himself into me. Pressing harder, deeper, filling me up with the raw masculinity of him.

  Pleasure shot through me, and I cried out as he thrust in deep and pushed harder so he was buried to the hilt. My whole body quaked and trembled at his entry and quivered as he moved slowly. At first pumping so slowly against the tight grasp of my inner walls it was torturous, then faster until I’d adjusted to take his thickness and length. I felt the moment when I did, and he started building up his pace until he started pounding with hard, possessive strokes that sent me reeling. The pleasure I’d experienced earlier amplified, rocketing through my body. And it only got better when he tightened his grip around my waist and started rutting into me, fucking me hard. We both got lost in the ecstasy. Lost in the primal sounds of sex and our bodies slapping together.

  Fire…

  Fire and heat. Infernal heat luxuriated through my being, and I never wanted it to stop burning inside me. His ruthless cock plowed into me with delicious friction, making my body his slave.

  It was too much. I couldn’t control myself and fight my release. The orgasm that captured me this time was greedier, more forceful, mind numbing. The force shook me, making me scream out my release as it took me. Dylan pounded harder, growling into his own release as he came too.

  My knees gave, buckling. He caught me, slipping his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest.

  “Fucking hell, Taylor…” he breathed as he pulled out.

  I would have loved to answer him, but I couldn’t talk. Instead, I turned to face him and rested against the wall, trying to catch my breath. He placed his hands on either side of me and kissed me. I cupped his face and continued the kiss for a few seconds longer.

  “More… I need more,” I whispered against his lips. I didn’t know what came over me, but it felt like this man gave me the thing I never knew was missing in my life.

  Wild passion.

  Wild passion and the pure recklessness of us sharing this secret moment we shouldn’t be experiencing. Him being reckless because he knew the consequences of being with me, and me being the reckless temptress who’d lured him here.

  I wanted more.

  “Me too,” he answered and kissed me harder.

  Chapter 10

  Dylan

  * * *

  I was going straight to hell.

  Straight the fuck to hell.

  There would be no chance for me to explain my actions. No chance to explain that I’d allowed myself to be tempted, and I didn’t know any guy who was single, with eyes, who would be dumb enough to say no to Taylor Cartwright.

  Fucking hell… I couldn’t resist her. I just couldn’t, and seriously, after that kiss nights ago, what the hell did I expect would follow? Afternoon tea and biscuits?

  Fuck no.

  Last night was what happened.

  Last night with us sharing the wild, extremely raw night and dirty sex we’d had.

  Over and over again.

  I kept saying to myself: one more time, then no more. One more time, and I’d leave. One more time, and I would come to my senses and think about what I was going to do.

  My plan was to chalk it up to a night of weakness. Then the fucking sun rose, bringing a new day, and suddenly, tonight had turned into tomorrow.

  Tomorrow was today, and I still couldn’t leave her. Not while she was awake and looking at me with those sexy brown eyes brimming with sinful, sexual ideas that rocked my world, just like she’d promised on the first night I’d met her.

  One more time, and I wiped her out. It was six thirty when she fell asleep. Six thirty in the morning, and we were supposed to be at work at nine.

  Her falling asleep gave me the chance to escape the goddess. It gave me the only chance because I knew if she’d been awake, I’d have her again. And again.

  And again, and that would be my ass.

  What the hell was I going to tell Dad? What would I say to him?

  Nothing…

  That was what I’d say because last night and this morning’s events would be it. No more. I’d had the fantasy of Taylor Cartwright. I’d had the woman over and over again in her bed, in her shower, up against her wall, on her breakfast table, everywhere…

  No more.

  When I next saw her, it would be back to business, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

  Back to business, back to basics, because I’d decided I was going to take a step back and work with her the way I probably should have from the beginning, and not be the damn hot shot who wanted to impress Peter. That was what it had all boiled down to.

  I’d never gotten the chance to work with such a high-profile client, and Dad was allowing me to fly solo on this. It was important, so I couldn’t fuck this up by sleeping with my client’s daughter. Again.

  I got home, showered and changed, and headed out to the office. I looked rough from the non-existent sleep I’d had, but the kind of rough a guy would look like if he’d had wild sex all night. I’d pass on sleep any day for another night like that. Another night with her.

  A night that would only play out in my fantasies.

  I got to the office at nine and sent her an email letting her know I’d be with her at ten. That gave me time to grab a double shot of cappuccino and print off some of the ideas I had for us to go through. Since that social media campaign was the only thing that was left hanging in the balance, I figured we could work on that today so she could have the weekend to think about her presentation with Peter next week.

  My strategy was going to be talking with her about the campaign and figuring out its goals.

  I printed off my list, and damn, was I ever feeling like a man walking to his execution as I walked to her office. It was a weird feeling and an odd way to describe the gamut of emotions that coursed within me.

  That was, however, exactly how I felt because it would be doom to think I could continue this wildness with her. At the same time it felt like doom not to.

  I knocked on the door with a heavy hand, and she answered.

  When I pushed the door open and saw her, my poor heart gave in.

  My heart gave in and gave up the will to do anything when I saw the forbidden woman I couldn’t have again standing over by her window looking like she’d just stepped out o
f an erotic fantasy.

  Her beauty was enough to make my brain turn to soup. She was the kind of woman who didn’t need to make an effort, but when she did, any poor bastard—aka me—who was trying to resist her would be a goner.

  Bad enough that her gorgeous mass of hair was down today and she’d made her eyes look more alluring with smoky-eye makeup, but then there was what she wore.

  I’d forgotten the clothes.

  The effect her clothes had had on me.

  I’d completely forgotten the one weapon she’d used against me this whole time of knowing her. Completely forgotten that as her pretty face had scowled and looked at me with distaste, dismay, and complete displeasure, her body had always said differently.

  Her clothes. The damn sexy dresses. I’d forgotten all about them.

  What she wore today had to have been placed on that fine body of hers on purpose, knowing I’d be looking at her exactly the way I was now. Like I was sixteen instead of thirty-two and she was the first and only woman I’d ever seen in my life.

  Today, Taylor Cartwright wore a sheer black camisole top that hugged her tiny frame. It was a mingle of lace and satin with a deep V-line to accentuate her cleavage.

  Complimenting the top was a cream leather mini that showed off her long golden, sun-kissed legs. Legs I’d had wrapped around me earlier as I pounded into her.

  Complimenting everything were the black strappy fuck-me heels. I would have told her to keep those on last night if she’d worn them.

  “Good morning.” She smiled.

  “What?” I knew that wasn’t the right thing to say, but that was what came out of my mouth.

  She bit back a smile and pressed against the wall the way she did last night just before I’d kissed her.

  “You left earlier,” she stated.

  “I… thought I should.”

  “You didn’t need to.” Those eyes held me in place, and my chest tightened.

  “No?” God… everything I said felt like it was encouragement to lure me further down the path to destruction.

  “No, but I get it.”

  I walked in and closed the door. It occurred to me that she could have been upset that I left, and I didn’t want her to be upset. I didn’t want her to think last night was just some … fling, even though it kind of was. But I had more respect for her than that and didn’t want to be some asshole who just used her for sex.

  “Taylor, I had fun last night, and I…” I stared at her as she moved away from the wall, and the vision of her walking toward me made my mouth water.

  “What?” She stopped a breath away, and the sweet scent of her filled me.

  Strawberries and raw honey. That was what she smelled like. Sweet and sexy blended into one.

  “I wanted to talk about the campaign presentation for next week.” That was my attempt to bring us back to business.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” That was the quickest she’d ever agreed with me.

  She nodded her pretty little head and gave me a smile that sent my pulse racing. A smile and that knowing look in her eyes. It was the kind of look a predator had when it had its prey just where it wanted it.

  She knew she had me. This woman here, sweet as she was, knew what she was doing. Knew what she was doing to me.

  Taylor knew she had me. The knowledge shone in those eyes of hers along with the spark of what she planned to do about it. She’d had that same look last night. It was there every time I tried to leave. We didn’t have to speak. All she would do was look at me, and I’d get drawn right back into the temptation of her that I couldn’t resist.

  Shit.

  The same fucking thing was happening now as we stared at each other. Her looking at me like she wanted me, and me wanting her so badly it was screwing with my mind.

  She stepped closer, and that was it. All it took. The closeness wasn’t even that close, but it was a step closer to me.

  I reached out and touched her cheek, running my finger along the smooth silk of her skin. She responded by lifting her head so I could continue the path down her elegant neck and down to her cleavage. She closed her eyes for a few moments, and a soft whimper of a moan hummed from her lips.

  When she opened her eyes, she pressed her dainty hands to my chest. Dainty hands with perfectly manicured fingernails the same light rose pink as her nipples. I’d indulged in her perfect, perky tits long enough last night to describe them in full clarity, with my eyes shut.

  The thought made me drop the stack of papers, cup her face, and lower my lips to her delicious ones.

  Every time I kissed her, it felt different. It could have been a hundred times a day, and each time would feel different to me. This time, the kiss was filled with want and desire.

  Not need. I’d had need last night. There was a difference. Need was having her because I felt like I wouldn’t be able to take my next breath without feeling her lips on mine.

  Want was kissing her because I was selfish. I was selfish. I’d allowed the carnal desire that seduced me to take over, and I didn’t want to stop. Nothing could make me stop. Not the threat of losing what I’d worked so hard for, and not even the possibility of disappointing Dad.

  Nothing.

  Resist…

  No.

  I’d never had the option.

  I filled my palms with her breasts and squeezed hard, loving that I could feel the weight of her massive globes in my hands. Running my fingers over the tight, taut peaks of her nipples hardened my cock in an instant.

  All I could think about was having her right here. Taking her against the wall in the corner.

  But… we couldn’t do that. The door was closed but not locked; anyone could walk in. She also had those floor-to-ceiling glass windows around the majority of the office. Great view of the city and surroundings for the person looking out. But with all the things I wanted to do to her, the people outside looking in would have gotten the R-rated version of us best reserved for a porn channel.

  I angled her face to deepen the kiss, and my gaze landed on the door to the built-in closet. Triumph surged through me, allowing me to leave her mouth for the few seconds it would take to get her inside the closet.

  Thank fuck the walls were real walls inside.

  I closed the little door and reached for her.

  “I’m sorry. This can be my fault. I’ll take the blame for sleeping with you again.” She winced, placing little kisses on my neck.

  “Like fuck you will. It’s my fault. One more time, Taylor. One more time.” I didn’t allow her to answer. I captured her mouth and swept my tongue into the hot recesses of her sexy mouth. That sexy mouth I’d had all over me last night and just hours ago.

  Her hands roamed over my chest, exploring me, tugging at my shirt. I loved that she did that. I loved that she wanted to touch me as badly as I wanted to touch her.

  While she undid the buttons on my shirt, I pulled her top over her head and ripped off her sheer bra, tearing into the material. Her breasts bobbled with her nipples tight and taut, begging me to taste.

  I had to oblige.

  Pinning her against the wall, I alternated between sucking one breast then the other. Just that. Sucking and tasting, licking and lapping. I knew her body well enough now to know if I continued like that for a few more minutes, her sweet pussy would be wet for me.

  That was exactly what I did and couldn’t have felt more like I hit the fucking jackpot when I parted her legs and pushed my fingers inside her entrance. She was so wet it aroused me further, and that need to taste her took me, overtaking my mind with the wild need. Need that came for me with a ferocious desire to make this woman mine.

  I slid two fingers inside her, moving backwards and forwards, in and out, smiling like an idiot because I loved her reaction. Her writhing against my hand as more of that sweet nectar flowed from her, her grabbing her breasts as I sucked the nipples from the impact of all of it.

  One more time…

  I would take everything I
wanted, which included her leaving the skirt and the heels on.

  I pulled away from her, leaving her gasping, and rolled her skirt up to her hips. Her panties I rolled down her legs and tossed to the side.

  “Heels stay on, goddess.”

  “On?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Yes, baby.”

  She smiled and pressed into the wall, watching me with that eagerness as I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. I reached for a condom in my back pocket, but fuck… my damn hands came away with nothing. No wallet, no condom pack. I hadn’t packed any because my stupid mind was so tired I could barely think when I’d left the house, and maybe, just maybe, there was some angel trying to save me in some way from making the same mistake again.

  This was the part where I should say I couldn’t because I didn’t have a condom, except the temptress smiled at me and ran her fingers over the bare skin of my chest.

  “What? No condom?” she cooed.

  I frowned. “Yeah.”

  She leaned in closer, brushing her nipples over my chest, and smiled. “Fuck me without one, then, Dylan. How about we leave my birth control in charge for today?”

  Holy hell…

  I looked at her and smiled at the damn thought. Me inside her with no barriers to feeling even more of her. It was better than any fantasy. So much better.

  I practically shoved my pants down and grabbed her, picking her up and settling her down on my cock. Those legs wrapped around me with her heels digging into my back. But fuck, did I ever get lost in the throes of ecstasy when I plunged into her, and the raw skin-to-skin contact sent me over the edge.

  I lost control, and my body took over. I tried for slow to enjoy her, but I couldn’t slow down. And definitely not when she arched her back, allowing me to thrust deeper into her, claiming her as mine as she moaned and cried out my name.

  I pinned her against the wall again to make it easier for me to fuck her properly. Hard and sure, just the way I wanted.

  The ultimate pleasure came on the wave of the orgasm that took her and tightened the walls of her sweet pussy around my cock like a vice. That made me speed up my pace, pumping and hammering into her with a pure rush of need and want mixed together.