Still watching herself, she widened her stance for him, her stilettos finding purchase in the thick carpet. His warm fingers delved between her thighs, probing her gently. Incredible sensations flooded her as he touched and stroked her folds then reached deeper. Her body’s eager response glistened on his fingers.
“Umm. So wet, so sexy,” he rumbled in her ear.
She moaned, unable to take her eyes from the mirror. Fascinated, she saw his skilled fingers disappearing once more between her legs, questing more boldly now, parting her folds to find her clit. When his nails scraped across it, she gasped. Exquisite spirals of arousal coursed through her, making her whole pussy clench, her nipples ache.
“You know how hot you look right now, Rose?” The hand that had been teasing her nipple joined the other hand at her pussy, spreading her labia apart for the mirror. Even in the low light, her swollen clit was obvious as it peeked out, begging for more of his attention. She flushed shamelessly at the sight of her most intimate parts put on full display. There was no way she could deny Zack Cranston’s effect on her.
No one had ever touched her like this before. No one had ever forced her to admit to this primitive side of herself. She was used to maintaining a certain sense of propriety, even in the bedroom. Now, her quivering body mocked her with its brazen bloom of stark desire.
As if he could read her thoughts, Zack said, “Tell me out loud what you want me to do to you.”
She swallowed hard, the words she longed to say sticking in her throat. Could she admit to the depraved images playing through her mind, the primal urges bubbling up from inside her? Would he understand her wanting to be swept up, her slighter, feminine body acquiescing to his more powerful male strength? Or would he ridicule her desire to submit to him?
And if he did understand what she couldn’t seem to put into words, could she let herself be used by him the way she secretly longed to be?
As she hesitated, his forefinger flicked at her exposed clit, making the decision almost involuntary.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice ragged. She would ride the flood of these sensations without stopping to think about the consequences. She would give herself to the moment and trust this man, this compassionate stranger, to take her where she longed to go.
He spun her around, his hands rough on her hips, and backed her up hard against the mirror. She squirmed against the cold glass, panting, gasping. His mouth moved on hers, crushing and punishing her lips, forcing them open. His tongue thrust in. He ground his hips into hers, his cock like stone behind his pants as it prodded her mound. Shocked, she struggled to catch her breath.
“Like this, Rose?” Warm breath feathered along her jaw.
She moaned brokenly in response. She felt one of his hands gather her wrists together, dragging them over her head, pinning her to the mirror as he deepened the ruthless kiss. A sweet, unfamiliar sense of helplessness washed over Rose. A whimper escaped from her lips. His free hand began to explore again, this time with almost insolent assurance. Her nipple burned as he worked it between his finger tips, pinching and plucking.
And then that hand left her breast and dove down, sliding over her belly again, invading the place between her thighs, which she held once more clamped primly together.
“Spread your legs for me.” His command sent shivers of apprehension and pleasure down her spine. She felt helpless to disobey. She let her thighs part, giving him room to reach in. The fingers that probed now were anything but gentle. She cried out as he thrust them inside, deep and sure. At the same time his mouth moved over hers again, his tongue mimicking the invasive motion of his fingers.
Her knees buckled, but the press of his body held her in place.
She turned her head, straining to evade his kisses. “Please, Zack—”
“I know what you want, Rose.” He kissed her lightly now, persuasively, at the edge of her mouth, his words warm and damp against her face. “Perfect Rose, always in control, always the one to make the rules. I know you want to let go.”
“Yes,” she sobbed. How did he know her better than she knew herself?
His fingers stroked faster in her pussy, smooth and relentless, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm before she realized what was happening. She sobbed out again as her muscles tensed tighter and tighter, so achingly close to delicious release. As his tongue moved in her mouth she latched on and began to suck it. He laughed deep in his throat.
“Let go, baby,” he crooned in her ear, “just let go.” As she teetered on the brink, he pulled his fingers from inside her and touched her throbbing clit, rubbing and tugging the swollen bud without mercy. Exquisite pleasure stabbed and circled. At last she came, her body bucking against his fingers, her heartbeat pounding like drums. Amazing sensations rolled over her in heated waves. She was blind to time and place. When they ceased, she was vaguely aware that his arms had encircled her, offering support.
“Beautiful.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look deep into his eyes. “Beautiful.”
Chapter Six
As Rose sagged against him, Zack lifted her into his arms and started down the hallway to the master bedroom. She lay dazed against his chest, her eyes half-closed, completely sated by the maelstrom of sensation produced by her orgasm.
He smiled down at her fondly. He’d learned a helluva lot about his gorgeous personal chef in the last fifteen minutes. None of it surprised him. He’d sensed from the beginning that there was a lot more to her than the efficient, businesslike woman who cooked his breakfast in the nude twice a month. She might have adopted her standoffish demeanor as a business practice, yes, but it was also an elaborate ruse. Rose craved permission to unleash her less inhibited side. He’d known strong women like her before, bound and determined to keep a death grip on every circumstance of their lives. That Rose had younger siblings depending on her just upped those stakes.
But she’d cracked more easily than he had imagined she would, probably because of her immediate fears for her brother, and the relief his call to Phil brought her. Perhaps it hadn’t been fair of him to take advantage of her fragile emotional state, but he wasn’t sorry. Hell no. He was getting something he’d wanted for months.
And she’d get more of what she wanted too. He’d be only too happy to make sure of that.
He kicked open the door to his room and strode to the bed, laying her on the plush coverlet, then he turned on the lamp beside the bed. The sudden light seemed to snap her out of her stupor.
“Oh!” She jerked up, making a fruitless effort to cover her breasts and crotch.
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward her, his hand stroking her cheek.
“It’s all right, Rose. So you let go. I gave you permission. I made you let go, if you will. How did it feel?”
Her gaze dropped to her lap, her cheeks coloring.
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“And?”
She looked up from under her lashes, silent and shy.
“It looked to me like you enjoyed yourself. Here, smell.” He held his fingers beneath her nose. “That’s how delicious your pussy smells when you’re turned on.”
Her blush deepened. She twisted around and tried to scoot off the other side of the bed. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her back down, then quickly pinned her naked body beneath his. He adjusted his position so that he sat above her, his knees on either side of her hips. She writhed under him. He held her wrists firmly to the pillow on either side of head.
“For God’s sake, Mr. Cranston, let me go. Let me go.”
“I will, Rose. But you lie still and talk to me first.”
“There’s nothing to say.” She continued to flail about. Her sensuous movements, the way her breasts bobbed and jiggled, even her heightened coloring, were making him crazy-turned-on. The inviting scent of her arousal still hung over them, too, reminding him how much he longed to taste that hot, wet pussy of hers.
Instead, he bent
over her and pressed his mouth to hers. She turned her head away. So he kissed her throat, her jaw line, the smooth little spot next to her ear. Finally, her breathing began to slow and she looked sideways at him.
“What?” she finally demanded. “What do you think you need to say?”
Her eyes flashed, her nostrils flared. He was getting more turned on than ever.
“There’s no reason to feel embarrassed, Rose. You obviously needed to lose a little control.”
She started to wriggle around again.
“Thank you, doctor, for that brilliant insight. Now let me up.”
“Not yet. I want you to admit to me that you wanted it.”
“Hah!”
“And you liked it, didn’t you, Rose?”
“No.” She wouldn’t look at him now, her jaw stiff.
“No? Are you sure? You don’t like it when I play with your nipple like this?” He lowered his head and sucked the rosy tip of one breast into his mouth, nibbling until she squirmed. She made a desperate little mewing sound, struggling to break free of his grasp. He moved to her other nipple, treating it to the same teasing torture. Slowly, he aroused her again. A single tear slid from the corner of one eye.
“Please stop.”
“I’ll stop, if that’s what you really want me to do, Rose.” He sat back and let go of her wrists. But he captured her face in his hands then bent and kissed her deeply, letting her feel all his pent-up passion for her. Soon, she gave a harsh cry and began to kiss him back. He slid his hands to her breasts and fondled them, tormenting the taut tips. Her fists relaxed on his back, stroking over his shirt.
“I want you,” he murmured against her hair. “I want you right here in my bed, Rose, under me. I want to be inside your warm, sexy body.”
She went still and stared up at him. Their gazes locked.
“Just for tonight?” she finally said.
A jagged pain arrowed to his gut.
“If that’s all you’ll give me, I’ll take that.”
“You know I can’t cook for you any longer, right?”
“I’ll pay you triple.”
“Don’t! Get this. I can’t cook for you after tonight.”
There was that pain again. He didn’t want to think about Sunday morning without her. But it was already too late. Even if he rolled off her right now, he knew she would dress and leave and never come back. “All right.”
Then she knotted her fingers into his lapels and pulled him down to her mouth, kissing him with heated fervor. Keeping her lips on his, she began to work his shirt buttons loose. Just the light scrabble of her fingertips on his chest sent delicious thrills over his whole body. Zack pulled his shirt open and then down off his arms, reveling in the feel of her bare breasts against him.
After a moment he undid his belt buckle. Her fingers were already at his fly. Then he felt her hand reach in and close on his hard cock. His whole body flinched.
“Oh God!”
She began to stroke him, working the sensitive rim at the head of his cock as if she had always known exactly how to drive him crazy. Heat rushed through him. Next thing he knew she reached deep inside his slacks, cupping his balls. He groaned.
“I need to be inside you, Rose.”
“Yes.”
Somehow he pulled off his slacks and pushed them away, jerked down his boxers. Blindly he reached for the drawer in the nightstand and grabbed a packet, tore it open.
He rolled to one side and slipped on the condom, rolled back to her again.
She was waiting for him, knees up and open wide, eyes big on his cock.
He knelt between her legs, then grabbed a nearby pillow and pushed it beneath her.
“Lift your hips. Yeah, that’s better. Perfect angle.” Propped up like that in the lamplight, her pussy shimmered with her juices, looking like exotic, mauve flower petals studded with fresh dew. He smelled her readiness, her excitement. Later he would definitely lick those delicious folds, suck that delectable bud. For now, he just needed to come, needed to be inside her.
He pushed his aching cock between her lips, holding back to stroke the head across her clit before entering. He dipped in, pulled out, using his cock to smear her slippery juices into every crevice. She watched him through lowered lids, her mouth parted, panting. Each time his cock advanced she gave a soft gasp. As he began to pump gently inside her she laid back and closed her eyes.
Bracing himself above her, he sheathed himself entirely in her snug, warm passage. For a second he hovered there, amazed at the sense of well being that overtook him.
I’m home.
The clear thought bloomed in his head, and then shattered as he began to move above her, his pelvis slapping against her body in an ancient rhythm. With each powerful stroke a ragged sound jerked from her throat, but he hardly heard it. His own building excitement insulated him from every sensation except the blood filling his thrusting cock. His entire world closed in to just those few inches of turgid flesh, gliding in and out, surely by now on the verge of bursting.
He cried out as the incredible sensations overtook him, his entire body pulsing, going rigid, then finally slack. Inside his skull, explosions of light coincided with the rushing noise in his ears. He let his head fall forward, whooshing air out as his heartbeat slowed. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down into her face, she was grinning.
“Admit it, Mr. Cranston. You obviously needed to lose a little control.”
Chapter Seven
As first light crept between the drapes the next morning, Rose peeled back the covers and slipped out of Zack Cranston’s bed without looking back. She stopped in the powder room to pee and comb her hair, then buttoned her coat, grabbed her bag from the hall table, and eased out the front door.
In the main lobby, an unfamiliar young doorman gave her a quick up-and-down and smiled distantly as he escorted her outside.
“Have a nice day, miss.”
After several long moments, a lone cab rounded the corner and stopped for her and she got in. Sinking down on the stiff leather seat, she let her shoulders slump and her head fall back. Water began to leak from under her eyelids.
How could she have been such a fool? She’d slept with Zack Cranston. She had lost her most lucrative client. How would she ever explain to Mikey that her promise of hiring an attorney by this summer had been premature? More tears seeped out. As the warm cab rumbled through the sleeping city, Rose dabbed at her face with a tissue and tried not to remember the details of the night she’d just spent in Zack’s bed.
To say she had slept with the man was a gross overstatement. She may have napped for an hour in the wee hours this morning, but before that, they’d done every possible thing a bed was designed for except sleep. Her face heated as she recalled the variety of positions they’d tried and the sex games he’d introduced her to. She had shocked herself by finding how much she enjoyed having her limbs bound to the four bedposts while he ravished her without mercy. And never had she loved giving a man a blow job as she had Zack. His beautiful cock was long and thick, a real mouth full, but he tasted absolutely divine. At one point, he had even spanked her. She shifted on the seat as she remembered the steely-velvet feel of his palm on her naked behind.
They had showered together around midnight, and she thought no man had ever been as gentle as Zack as he washed her breasts and between her legs. Then they’d made a wonderful snack of custard and Gouda and garlic bread, washed down with wine, shared in bed as well. The whole night seemed like some kind of erotic fairy tale.
And here she was this morning. Cinderella escaping from the castle in her pumpkin coach.
He had wanted her to stay the day. As he drifted off this morning, he’d been murmuring plans for taking her to his favorite brunch spot. She’d let him go on, already knowing she wouldn’t be there when he woke.
Why? What would be so awful about spending the day with him? Because now that they’d crossed that line she’d fought not to cross, they couldn’t go
back to professional chef and client. If she showed up at his home again in her little apron, he’d either want to pester her for sex, or, if he regretted what they’d done, get rid of her immediately. They didn’t have a future together either way.
And now there was no hope for Mikey either.
The cab pulled up in front of her building and she dragged herself up the three flights of stairs to her door. Lizzie must have stayed out, too, as no one was home when she entered. Just as well, no questions to answer. Another shower washed away the last of Zack’s smell, then she crawled into bed and fell instantly to sleep.
****
Zack turned on his side, feeling in the dim light for Rose’s form on the bed beside him. He could still smell her fragrant body, but the other half of the bed was empty, the sheets cool. He sat up and listened, hoping to hear the muffled clink and clatter of breakfast preparation. The apartment was still. The clock showed just after nine.
What the hell. After the amazing night they’d spent together, he’d thought they’d at least spend the day together too. He had all sorts of plans in mind involving brunch out and the afternoon in—most definitely in–here between the sheets with her warm, willing body.
Sex with Rose had far surpassed anything he’d ever imagined. Not only did she taste and smell better than any woman he’d ever had, but they had seemed to be in synch from the beginning. The way she moved and laughed and sucked his cock made him want her again and again. The way her body had felt, pressed up against him had given him his deepest slumber in years. He had dreamed of his carefree childhood.
He had dared to imagine her being here to wake up to, even after today.
But the lady hadn’t stayed. She’d run scared. It didn’t surprise him, really. She had her life ordered the way she wanted it, with a stranglehold on every detail. Sleeping with a client was verboten. Now that they’d broken the rule, he supposed he’d never see her again. She had warned him as much last night when he’d had her pinned to the bed. At the time he hadn’t wanted to think ahead, only to get his cock into that delectable pussy of hers. Now the full ramifications of his actions hit him like an ice-cold wave.
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