"Honey, I can last all night long, pleasuring you until you beg for mercy."
"And you always put your woman's pleasure before your own?” she asked.
"I've yet to meet a woman who can make me lose control."
"Oooo. A challenge. How can I resist that?” Grace batted her eyelashes as she studied him. How many other lovers have you had, big boy? Does it matter, Grace? You just want to fuck his brains out and move on. It's a one-night stand. As long as you practice safe sex, all's well that ends well. And we'll just see if he can keep it up as long as he claims.
"What do you think, Grace? Will you come home with me tonight?” Dylan asked, then nipped at her ear.
Grace shuddered and let out a breathy moan as his lips trailed lightly over her neck. “Oh, Goddess, yes."
"It's not your Lady's name you'll be crying out later,” Dylan promised as he led her over to the bar. “Two waters, please."
Grace shivered, unsure if his threat was one he could carry out, but praying it was.
"There you are. I've been looking for you all night. Excuse me, Dylan, but can I sneak Grace away for a minute or two of girl talk?” Cybil asked.
Dylan smiled and nodded as he released Grace. “Hurry back, Grace. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again."
Cybil shot Dylan a look Grace couldn't understand before dragging her out of the room and down the hall to the ladies’ room.
"Grace, I know you believe your death is imminent, but Dylan is not the man to spend the rest of your life with. He has deep secrets, painful ones that keep him from staying with a woman for very long. In fact, I don't think he is even capable of being with a woman."
"Cybil.” Grace shook her head and held up her hand when Cybil opened her mouth to continue. “Please don't warn me off the first man to make me feel this way. I mean I've been horny before, but never enough to want to make me act like this. I was ready to make love right there on the dance floor in front of all your guests. Only the Goddess knows how I managed to keep my clothes on when I'm sure Dylan wanted them off me as much as I did."
"So it doesn't matter what I say? Nothing I tell you will change your mind?"
"Nothing. But I love you for trying.” Grace gave Cybil a hug, then headed for the door. “Isn't it about time for you to throw that bouquet and get off to your little rendezvous with Josh?
When Cybil smiled, Grace sighed in relief and followed her back to the party. Most of the dancers were mingling with the crowd and dancing on the floor. When a lively beat started, her foot began to tap the rhythm and Grace looked around to see if Charlie was here. She was another close friend, but Grace had yet to get her to see the fortune teller. But perhaps she would take care of that this weekend.
"Hello, gorgeous."
Grace shivered as warm hands slid up her sides and hesitated under her arms. Please don't let him touch my breasts here. I don't want witnesses when I fall apart under his skillful fingers. Goddess, I hope he takes me home with him.
Dylan spun her around and pulled her into his arms. “Would you dance with me again, my lovely lady?"
Before the words could leave her lips, Dylan had danced her to the center of the room. The band stopped playing, and she turned to see what was wrong. Charlie stood to the side, talking to the drummer. Before Grace could walk over and ask what was wrong, the band started playing again, but this time a tango.
Dylan tugged her up against his chest, and she automatically shifted into dance mode, slipping one hand into his and placing the other on high on his arm.
"I thought you said you didn't know how to tango."
"Then why did you ask me to dance? And how did you know they were going to play one?"
"I asked your friend Charlie what your favorite dance was. You told me it was the Latin dances, but she said you love the tango. I simply asked her to go request it as soon as she saw that I found you again."
Grace wanted to question him further, but the music reached to her very soul and she found herself dancing the best she ever had in her entire life, with a man worthy of starring in her wet dreams.
As they moved around the dance floor, Grace felt as if she were on cloud nine. If she died tonight, she would be the happiest woman in heaven.
Dylan dipped her and stared into her eyes. His mouth was almost on hers when the sound of clapping registered. Startled, she looked away and noticed they'd gathered quite an audience.
"Damn, I was mere inches from heaven,” Dylan swore under his breath.
Grace giggled. Giggling? Why am I giggling like a school girl? And how does he know the right lines to use on me?
Dylan spun her around and led her off the dance floor as the band broke into a lively tune. He didn't stop until he'd led her to a wall and pressed her against it. She bit back a grin that he'd chosen the darkest corner in the room.
"I don't know what it is about you,” he whispered. Warm lips brushed against her ear, then slid down her neck and back up again.
"Dylan.” She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders.
"Say my name again,” he begged as he grabbed her waist and leaned against her. “I've never heard it sound more sexy."
"Dylan.” She ended his name on a low moan when he gently bit her neck. She arched into him instinctively while her hands tightened their hold. Please take me home. Please, please.
"Oh, Grace.” He sighed. “Please come home with me. I know we just met, but we're not totally strangers. I—"
"Shhh.” She raised her finger to his mouth and pressed gently. She let out a small cry of surprise and delight when he opened his mouth and sucked her finger inside. Her eyes met his and held. She would not pass up this chance. It was almost as if he was a mind reader, but at least he wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Yes."
Dylan crushed her against his broad, hard chest and kissed her with a passion she eagerly responded to. Winding her hands in his thick hair, she held him in place while she met his kiss and tried to take dominance.
Not giving an inch, he matched her in intensity and raised the heat factor as his hands moved down to cup her ass. He lifted her up and ground his erection against her.
"Ready to go?” he asked when he finally pulled away.
"Hell, yes. To the ends of the earth if I had to.” Grace grinned.
"I don't think that will be necessary. But I have a car outside waiting to take us home."
"I have to say good night and good luck to Cybil and Josh. So should you,” she reminded him. “You're Josh's best friend. You can't skip out on him for a roll in the hay."
"To roll in the hay with you, Grace, I'd do just about anything.” Dylan captured her mouth again and this time he didn't release her until she was breathless and holding on to him to stay upright.
"Let's say good night now.” Grace panted as she pulled back to put some space between them.
"Good idea.” Dylan grabbed her hand, threading his fingers through hers, and half led, half dragged her over to Cybil and Josh.
"I hope you two have a wonderful honeymoon,” Grace said as soon as they were alone. “Please have a safe journey."
"What? You're leaving?” Cybil narrowed her eyes as she looked at their joined hands. “Josh? Say something. Stop them. I don't think this is a good idea."
"Cybil!” Grace gasped. “Please. Enough is enough already. I'm going home with Dylan, not marrying him."
"But I know you, Grace. Don't do this."
"You wound me, Cybil. I thought you knew me better than this."
"I know you better than you think.” Cybil leaned close and poked her finger against Dylan's chest.
"Cybil.” Josh grabbed his wife's finger. “I think Grace is old enough to make her own decisions."
"But she doesn't know everything I do."
"Cybil,” Grace began. “I am going home with Dylan and I'm going to make love to him until neither of us can walk, then we'll do it some more. Have a great honeymoon. See you when you get back. Maybe."
Before Cybil
could respond, Grace turned and left. Dylan followed her, which was a good thing since she still had a hold of his hand. Even though it had been warm earlier, the air had chilled and Grace shivered as she followed Dylan to his car.
A large black man stepped out of the driver's side door of a limo nearly as large as the one they'd rode in to get to the hotel. When Dylan led her over to the car, she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed.
"This is the car you had waiting?"
"Yeah. I like to travel in comfort."
"Damn, what the hell do you do for a living?” Grace asked. Dylan looked at her, but she held up her hand and shook her head. “I don't think I want to know. This is just for tonight, so why mess it up with things that don't really matter?"
Dylan smiled and lifted her hand to his mouth. He kissed her open palm, letting his tongue tease the sensitive area before he turned to greet his driver.
"Miguel, can you please phone ahead and tell Maria that I'll be bringing home a guest? Oh, and let Ramirez know I'll be checking on his progress later. I expect him to have dealt with our problem before I get home."
"Yes, Master.” Miguel bowed and opened the door.
Grace tried to hide her astonishment as she climbed into the car. Master? Dylan has servants who call him master? I'd love to call him master while he ties me to the bed and—
"Grace?"
She coughed to hide her embarrassment.
"Do you have a lot of daydreams? I'm a little envious. You are here in my company and find a daydream more fascinating than me? My poor ego can't stand it."
Grace laughed and leaned back in the seat. “I was wondering why your driver calls you master.” She walked her fingers up his chest. “And what I would have to do to get you to let me call you that later."
Dylan's eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. “By the Gods, woman. Are you real? Even in my dreams, I could never have made you up."
"I hope that's a compliment,” Grace said as she winked at him.
He groaned as the window separating them from the driver closed with barely a sound, and then Dylan's hands were in her hair and his mouth was fused against hers.
With a sharp tug, Dylan pulled her onto his lap. Grace fisted her hands in his hair and shifted so she was pressed against him completely. When he wriggled on the seat, she moved so she straddled him.
"I want you, Dylan,” she murmured between kissing him. “I don't know why I feel this strong an attraction this fast, but damned if I'm not going to take advantage of it."
"I want you, too, Grace. I want you so much I feel as if I'm going to explode. You need to stop rubbing against me like a cat in heat if you don't want me to come in my pants."
"I want to make love to you right here in the limo.” Grace kissed his jaw. “But I don't want to be just another conquest.” She nibbled her way to his ear. “I want to be more than a notch on your bedpost. I want to be one you remember,” she whispered.
"Oh, Grace. You already are.” Dylan buried his face in her neck. “I'll remember your scent forever. But I want the first time to be special, not here in the limo like two horny teenagers."
"How do you know the right things to say? I swear sometimes it's as if you can read my mind."
"I can.” He leaned back and winked. “I've been around for a really long time, Grace. I know more ways to pleasure you then you can even begin to imagine."
"Oh really? I read a lot of erotic romance; I can't imagine you know something that I haven't read or done before."
"Is that a challenge?” Dylan narrowed his eyes, the predator in him showing in those glowing eyes.
"Well, you issued me a challenge earlier when you said no woman has been able to make you lose control. I bet I'm just the woman who can make you do that."
"Now who is sure of herself?"
Grace grinned and dropped to her knees in front of him. “You said no sex in your limo, but you never said I couldn't pleasure you."
His eyes flamed as she slid her hands up and down his thighs. “Grace?"
"May I?"
"Hell yes!” Dylan growled and helped her unbutton his pants.
Grace moaned when he slid free from his confinement. He was bigger than she was used to, and long enough to put a little worry into her. Drawing in a deep breath, she ran her fingertips over the velvety soft flesh covering his hard erection. With each slow movement, she elicited a groan from Dylan. She wondered how many women had taken the time to love him slowly and thoroughly without demanding he take care of their needs.
He panted and fisted his hands in her hair when she pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Grace."
She wondered if he knew it sounded like he was begging. Suddenly she wanted to make him beg for more. As slowly as she could stand, Grace traced the tip of his shaft with her tongue. She teased the slit and tasted his pre-cum.
"Mmmmm,” she moaned as his salty essence tickled her tastebuds.
Dylan's response wasn't coherent as he tried to thrust deeper into her mouth.
"Patience, Dylan. You wouldn't want to lose the bet so soon, would you?"
"With your sweet mouth wrapped around me, Grace, I'll be lucky to last another minute, let alone maintain control."
Encouraged by his response, she drew him into her mouth as far as she could and wrapped one hand around the base. Her other hand cradled his heavy sac while she worked him with her mouth.
His eyes locked on hers and he grinned. “You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you?"
"I could spend all night worshipping your cock.” Grace punctuated her statement by drawing him in even deeper, until she gagged. “You're a little bigger than I thought you'd be, though."
"What do you mean? You thought about us doing this?"
Grace chuckled, the sound vibrating along his shaft. He groaned and stiffened even more under her ministrations. “Thought about it? What do you think I kept fantasizing about all night? Only in my dream, when we finished our tango, we were both naked, and writhing on the floor."
Before she knew what he was doing, Dylan thrust his cock in and out of her mouth taking the control from her as he fucked her mouth the way her pussy ached to be fucked. She was already soaked, but more moisture pooled between her thighs as she kneeled on the floor listening to his heavy breathing, moans, and sighs of pleasure. She moaned again and he shouted as he bucked in her mouth, his cum spurting to the back of her throat as he shouted her name and yanked on her hair.
Once Dylan was finished, he collapsed back on the seat and stared at her.
"Well?"
"You're a cocky little thing.” Dylan laughed. “But I didn't lose control."
"Mhmmm.” She adjusted her dress and sat back down on the seat while he fixed his pants. As she checked her hair, he pushed the button for the driver.
"Why aren't we home yet?” Dylan growled. “What's the hold up?"
"Excuse me, Master. But we've been home for the past fifteen minutes."
Grace laughed out loud as Dylan's face darkened.
"I was waiting for the signal to come open your door, Master."
"Well consider this your signal,” Dylan said as he slammed his hand on the button, severing the connection.
"Well,” Grace said softly as she inched closer. “I guess I'll just have to try harder to make you lose control."
"Nonsense. It is my turn to accept your challenge."
"Now this is something I definitely can't wait for."
Grace followed Dylan into the house ignoring the smiles from the driver and the woman who answered the door. Surely Dylan brought many women home. They wouldn't remember her name, let alone what she looked like by morning.
Following that nice firm ass up the stairs and down a hall, she didn't even pay attention to her surroundings. It wouldn't matter anyway. Tonight was only a one night thing. Right now she lived day to day. It wouldn't be much longer, the oppressive fog weighing her down increased each day and was almost unbearable. This day, with Dylan,
had been the best one in a long time. She hoped to go out with a bang, and it looked like she would.
He stopped in front of a large oak door and turned around. “Are you sure you want to come into my bedroom with me?"
"Did you have someplace better in mind for what we want to do?” First curiosity infused her, but when he shook his head, she began to wonder if he'd gotten what he wanted and now it was time to send her home. “Look, why did you invite me in here? You should have had your driver take me home. Or at least back to the hotel. You're a really hot guy and I guess this is what I get for giving in to my desires and blowing you in the limo. I mean who doesn't get laid in a limo? How cheesy. And now I can add stupid, corny behavior to my list of accomplishments."
Dylan pinned her against the wall and kissed her before she could draw in a breath or say anything else. He kneaded her breasts while his thigh pressed between her legs. She wanted to protest at his roughness, but it felt so good that her breasts tingled and her nipples ached to be tasted.
All rational, coherent thought fled as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and grinding his hard cock against her belly. With a moan, she surrendered to him as he scooped her up in his arms, carried her inside his room and kicked the door shut. Not pausing, he kept going until he placed her on the bed.
Breathless, Grace stared at him trying to understand his sudden mood change.
"Do you still doubt my desire?"
Wordlessly, she shook her head and propped herself on her arms as he crawled over her.
"If you like this dress, you better take it off before I rip it off you."
She blinked and sat up quickly, fumbling with the zipper. Dylan growled and reached around her to help her with the fancy trappings keeping her clothed. Grace turned on her stomach as he carefully slid the zipper down. With each inch of skin he uncovered, he teased her with a slow kiss that sent shivers up her.
"If it's possible to die from system overload, I'm more than halfway there,” she joked as he drew his tongue down her lower back to the top of her satin panties.
In a swift move, he flipped her over and tugged the dress down to expose her breasts. His wolfish grin showed his pleasure as he cupped one breast while his mouth worshipped the other with slow nips, nibbles, and licks before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
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