Unfortunately, he’d left no doubt he was in control. He’d guide the play and, regardless of her wishes, she’d get what he gave her and no more.
Worst part was acknowledging it was that fact that was making her so freaking hot. She was powerless and reveling in it.
He left the bed and the sound that escaped her lips couldn’t be called anything other than a whimper. Jesus. Who was she tonight?
“I’m coming right back.”
Again, she heard rustling under the bed. As the mattress sank under his weight, his lips found their way to her breasts again. He certainly didn’t believe in skimping on foreplay.
Her nipples were so hard, they could cut glass.
“This will pinch.”
She started to ask what he meant, but before she could form the question, he put something on her right nipple.
She yelped at the unexpected pain. Pinch was an understatement.
“Bloody hell.”
“It’s a nipple clamp.”
She considered adding the wicked clamp to her list of Not Bloody Likely, but—like the spanking—once the initial sting faded, the pain changed to something better. At least it did until he placed a clamp on her other nipple.
She released a pained moan, her eyelids scrunching beneath the blindfold. “God.”
He didn’t remove the clamps despite her comments, and she realized she hadn’t said the safe word. He wouldn’t acknowledge her complaints or cries until she uttered Oz. That realization was comforting. She wouldn’t have to shield her initial reactions or pretend for fear he’d stop.
As the pain in the second nipple eased, his attention seemed to drift lower.
“Open your legs, Amy.”
She’d pressed them together so tightly, she feared they’d cramp up. “I can’t. Hurts. Horny.”
Again, he ignored her protest. He gripped her knees and pulled them apart. “Leave them open or I’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts as well.”
There are more restraints on the bed?
She forced air in and out in an attempt to calm down. Her body was on system overload. At this point, he only need blow in her ear and she was in danger of going off like a frog in a sock.
The mattress shifted again under his weight. She felt him settle between her outstretched legs. She’d never considered herself a religious woman, but that didn’t stop her from praising any and every higher being known to humans.
He nipped at her clit with those wicked teeth of his. Amy squealed with surprise…and delight. When his tongue trailed along her slit, she knew she’d died and gone to heaven. God bless Chicago.
Her fantasy lover read her far too well and he used that knowledge against her. With his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers, he drove her to the edge of an orgasm, over and over again. Every time, he stopped just before she could find release.
“You bloody bastard,” she screamed when he pulled away for the fifth time. Her wrists were sore from fighting against the restraints. She didn’t want her freedom as much as she wanted to beat the hell out of him.
“Sweet talking will get you nowhere.”
“Fuck me. Now. I mean it.”
He chuckled. “Ask me nicely.”
Sweat trickled from her brow along her hairline.
“You do realize I’m going to kill you the second you take these straps off my wrists.”
Clearly he was undeterred. He gripped her breast and told her to hold her breath. She opened her mouth to ask why, but just then, he released the clamp.
She screamed as the sensation of needles piercing flesh assailed her. Tears formed in her eyes but the blindfold quickly absorbed the moisture.
He soothed the pain away with soft kisses, his tongue caressing the wounded tip. Her head was dazed, her body overwhelmed by his continual sensual assaults. She’d never realized pain, when paired with pleasure, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. She wanted more.
“Ready for the second?”
She nodded slowly, preparing herself for the onslaught. While the removal of the second clamp was just as painful, she was able to tolerate it better, her body anticipating its delicious reward. He didn’t disappoint her as he eased the pain with his talented mouth.
Once the sweet agony passed, he removed the blindfold. She struggled to adjust to the bright moonlight. Then he unfastened the restraints around her wrists. She lowered her arms slowly, gaze never leaving his face as she tried to anticipate his next move.
Laugh lines formed around his eyes. “If you’re still planning to kill me, do it now. Otherwise, roll over and lift your ass in the air again.”
She didn’t even feign annoyance. She was too far gone, putty in his hands. She twisted beneath him, anxious for more. She started when his hands touched her sore arse, expecting him to spank her for her threats.
Instead, he bent lower and placed a kiss on one of her buttocks. “Your ass is gorgeous.”
She laughed until he pressed her legs apart and ran his hand along her slit once more. His fingers lingered around her anus and she bit her lip. That was uncharted territory for her, though it wasn’t due to a lack of interest on her part. She’d had one somewhat serious boyfriend in her life, Kyle, and he’d considered “backdoor” activities disgusting.
Marc and Keith had laughed their arses off when she’d shared that tidbit with them one night after too many shots of Bundy. Then they’d told her to dump the uptight dickhead. She’d scoffed at their suggestion, but the next day, hungover from the rum, she’d followed their advice and broken things off. Since then, she’d lived a life more celibate than a nun’s, wondering at least a million times a day if boring, vanilla sex with Kyle was preferable to no sex at all. She decided against Kyle every time.
Her sexy stranger wiggled his finger against her tight opening, bringing her thoughts back to the present. “You said yes as long as we use lots of lube.”
When they’d discussed limits, she’d thought he was just jerking her chain a bit, trying to get a rise out of her and having some fun at her expense. Apparently not. So far, he’d made good on the spanking, the nipple clamps and the bondage. She wasn’t sure how much more her overwrought body could take.
“Um. Crap. Oz. Just for a second. Oz.”
He leaned back on his haunches as she sat up to face him. His face was more understanding than she’d expected. Truthfully, she was afraid he’d be angry with her.
“Sorry,” she said softly.
He grasped her hand. “Not a problem, Amy. I warned you before we started, you make me want more. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”
“It’s not that. Bloody hell. Tonight’s ranking up there as my single greatest sexual experience and I haven’t even come yet.”
He laughed. “What’s wrong with the men in Australia?”
“Nothing. I mean, they’re okay blokes.”
“I love your accent.”
She shrugged. “It’s alright.”
He shifted, sitting as he tugged on her hand, dragging her closer until she was straddling his thighs. His erect cock rested tightly against the seam of her pussy.
Helllloooo, Mr. Wiggly.
She resisted the urge to giggle nervously. The nickname came from one of the more precocious tots amongst her year one kids, Nige. She’d lost count of how many times she’d put him in time-out for pulling out his own Mr. Wiggly and showing it to the girls.
She blushed again.
Wow. Really? You’re sitting on the hardest, most amazing cock you’ve ever seen and you’re thinking about work? Wonder why you’re not getting laid on a regular basis, Amy?
“You okay?” He shifted slightly and his hard-on brushed against her clit.
“Oh yeah.” Her quick, breathless response pleased him.
“Good.” He pressed her back against the mattress, covering her with his body. He was big…everywhere. Kyle had been slight, only about an inch taller than her. Apart from him and a couple unmemorable one-night stands prior to him, it was safe to say
she’d never been with such a large man. She liked it.
He reached toward the nightstand and she followed his progress, watching as he pulled a condom out of the drawer. Talk about prepared. Her sexy stranger had set up the room perfectly. She wondered what Andrew Shaw would think about the illicit activities taking place in his room.
Wait…
How did Harper know she would pick this room?
The thought caught her unaware and a seed of doubt sprouted in the back of Amy’s mind.
Unfortunately, it didn’t have time to take root, mainly because her stranger had decided to do a bit of rooting himself. Donning the condom, he placed the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy.
She had only a moment to regret halting his anal play. Her damn reticence had cost her a new experience. Maybe she’d talk him into trying again later.
After.
Because there was no way she was stopping him now. He pressed in slowly as Amy struggled to suck air into her lungs. Her eyes hadn’t deceived her. He was definitely filling her in a way she’d never been filled before.
Once he was fully seated, he paused for the briefest of seconds. “Hold on.”
It was the only warning she received as he unleashed the same incredible strength and power he’d exposed her to all night.
He pounded into her body, offering her no reprieve. Not that she wanted it. Amy lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, opening herself to him even more.
Both of them groaned as he thrust in deeper.
“So bloody good.” She dragged her nails along his back. Two could play the pleasure-pain game. He hissed sharply, but his gaze told a different tale as it narrowed with hunger, his lust bared before her.
“Don’t come,” he warned her.
“What? Fuck that.”
He drove in harder, then stalled. “I mean it, Amy. You’re going to do what I say at least once tonight. I’ll tell you when to come. Don’t you dare do it a second before that.”
He punctuated his demand with a thrust that cut too deep, too close to the hot zone.
“Not. Sure. I. Can. Stop.” Each word was drawn from her on a harsh breath.
“Just a minute more, Amy. Just a minute and we’ll come together.”
His demand, combined with the slightest tinge of a plea, touched her. She closed her eyes. “Yes Sir.”
“No. Fuck. I changed my mind. Call me Andrew. Say my name. Say it and come.”
She exploded into a million pieces, her lips forming the word. “Andrew!” she cried. “God, Andrew. Andrew.”
Tremors racked her frame, shaking her bones so strongly she feared she’d break. Had she ever had an orgasm before now? There was no way she could compare those lukewarm imposters to this climax.
Andrew followed her into oblivion, his arms tightening as he bucked, his cock jerking with its release.
“Jesus,” he said breathlessly. He kissed her lightly, his lips lingering despite the fact both of them were gasping. It was the sweetest of kisses.
Finally, regretfully, he released her lips, lifted and moved out of her body. She pressed her legs together, wishing there was some way to hold on to the feeling of being filled by him forever.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him pull off the condom and toss it into the small trashcan beside the bed.
Then, as always, he used his undeniable strength to put Amy where he wanted. He twisted her boneless body to its side until he was spooning her. Their bodies curved together as if they were puzzle pieces, a perfect fit.
Amy and Andrew.
Andrew.
His name niggled at her sleepy, sex-overloaded brain, as did the restraints and the sex toys in the wrong room.
Andrew.
Amy’s eyes flew open.
Mother of God, she’d just slept with Harper’s brother!
She was naked and twisted up like a pretzel with Andrew Shaw.
The truth of what she’d done crashed down on her like atomic bombs from an attacking army. Tonight wasn’t a setup, though it definitely qualified as a surprise. Andrew had come home early and, in her sleep-deprived state, she’d convinced herself Harper had hooked her up with a fantasy lover. Had that answer actually made sense to her at some point?
Fuckity-fuck-fuck.
She’d fucked up.
And she fucked her friend’s brother.
Bloody hell. She was so fucked.
And while she knew now she’d made a whopper of a mistake, one question still remained.
Who the fuck did he think she was?
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Chapter 1
“Whelp, you’ve done it now,” Irish McConnell muttered as his raven eyebrow rose on the sleek canvas of his granite-hard face. It was just the one, but it was always enough to make Claire Montgomery weak in the knees.
That and the perpetual stubble on his jaw. She wanted to feel it rubbed over every part of her, feel the scratchy tingle of his whiskers against her skin.
And yep, she’d done it all right. She’d outdone done it like she’d written the book.
“You have blood on your hand,” she pointed out, grunting as she stood to face him inside Boomer’s, an abandoned bar on the outskirts of their small town of Rock Cove, Maine. Her muscles ached and her eye was a bit sore, the scratches on her arm still raw but healing quickly.
Irish held up his hand to the light, looking at it with mock disgust. “And you know how hard real blood is for me to resist, Claire. What a crappy position to put me in.”
He said it as if it were her fault he’d walked into the middle of this. As if she’d offered him the genuine article to purposely tempt him.
“Blame, blame, blame,” Claire mumbled under her breath, looking down at the mess one of her favorite dresses had become.
Irish strode toward her, taking in the scene, his skin stretched taut over his high cheekbones. “Jesus Christ, Claire.”
“Leave Jesus out of this,” she huffed, forcing herself to stay calm while wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm.
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