by P. J. Mellor
When he reopened them, Andrea was on her knees, facing him and smiling. She gripped his penis, outlining her opening with its head, then stood up and grabbed her dress. “More later, Junior. Grab your shorts and answer the door while I make myself presentable.”
Connor never realized how difficult it was to don a pair of shorts with a monster hard-on. He kicked his boxers under the couch and headed for the door, pulling his shirt on along the way.
By the time the bellman set up their dinner and left, Andrea strolled back into the room.
“Yum! Crab. Love it.” She looked back down at her dress. “But, again, I’d hate to ruin my dress….”
Connor nodded, unable to keep the smile from his face. “Yeah, it would be a shame to get butter on it. Guess you’re just going to have to eat naked.” Sighing, he untied the shoulder straps, baring her to the waist before tugging the dress down her legs. He met her wide-eyed gaze and winked. “Good thing you didn’t bother putting your underwear back on.”
After slaking their hunger for crab, they slaked a different hunger, dipping bits of crab into the drawn butter and painting each other, then licking it off.
Surprised to find the crab gone and more than a little turned on, Connor grinned at Andrea. “We’re a mess.” He swung her slippery, naked body into his arms. “Let’s take a shower—or would you prefer another whirlpool bath?”
Her head lolled against his shoulder. “I’m not sure I have the strength for either.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.” He waggled his eyebrows as he balanced her on his hip to turn on the water to fill the two-person tub.
It took some doing, being so slippery from the oils and butter, but they finally were immersed in the tub. Connor pushed the button to start the jets and reached for a little bottle of bath gel.
He squinted at the label. “It’s kind of hard to read without my glasses, but I think it says this is energizing. Citrus and something else.” He shrugged and dumped a glob into his hand.
Rubbing his hands together, he gave what he hoped was an evil-seducer laugh. “C’mon over here, sweet thing. Let me make it all better.”
If it got any better, she thought, she’d faint dead away. Still, she rallied, feeling a little glimmer of interest when his soap-slicked hands covered her suddenly aching breasts and began massaging them.
Head against the edge of the tub, she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hands on her needy body. If their time was drawing to a close, she wanted to bask in every touch, every moment she had left.
Connor’s touch became more intimate, his fingers gliding into her while he petted her clitoris beneath the hot, churning water.
A smile curved her lips as she opened one eye.
He smiled back and shrugged, causing water to slosh over her breasts in an interesting manner.
Her climax took her by surprise, washing over her, leaving her wrung out and ready for a nap.
But Connor was having none of that. His hands gripped her beneath the arms and lifted her until she straddled his hips.
The tip of his penis probed her opening. She sighed, allowing him to lower her a millimeter at a time. Just when she’d have taken him completely into her body, she stiffened her arms, raising up until only the very tip of his erection stayed inside.
His thumbs massaged her puckered nipples. He leaned forward to nibble the edge of her lips.
“C-ondom,” she finally managed to choke out around the lump of arousal caught in her throat.
“Taken care of,” he said against her mouth. “While you had your eyes closed.”
Somehow she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. But she checked, anyway.
He told the truth.
Relaxing against his shoulder, she rode him, allowing him total control. She’d come more times in one night than she’d done in the past year. She could afford to let him get off any way he wanted. And it wasn’t unpleasant, the feel of warm water and warmer male flesh surging in and out of her sated body.
In fact, she could get used to it.
Her eyes flew open. What was she thinking? Sex was great, especially with Connor, and she’d always be grateful to him for awakening her hormones—even if it was their swan song. But to think about doing this on a regular basis was nuts.
Especially the idea of doing it with anyone other than Connor O’Brian.
Intent on her thoughts, she didn’t notice the telltale quickening of her pulse, the inner clampings, until they were upon her. Her back arched as all her internal muscles contracted. The wave washed over her, nearly drowning her in her pleasure.
Connor came in the next heartbeat, clutching her limp body to him as he roared his completion.
When their breathing had settled somewhere near normal, Connor lifted her from the tub and gently dried her. He carried her to the bed, where he stroked lotion over every inch of her limp body. She didn’t care if it was the same energizing fragrance as the bath gel. Her body couldn’t rally from the last orgasm yet.
He pulled the sheet over her naked body. The rumble of his voice told her he spoke, but her brain was already so sleep-fogged she couldn’t make out the words.
Equally naked, he crawled into bed and pulled her close to his heat as he settled the covers over them.
The sexy nightgown in her briefcase crossed her mind, but she didn’t have the strength to get up and put it on. She’d just rest for a little while, then go get the gown and contracts and seduce Connor until he signed one of them.
She frowned and snuggled closer, breathing in his scent. She wasn’t being deceitful. She was being a shrewd businesswoman.
After she’d had a little rest, she’d feel less guilty, less vulnerable.
Less like believing the terrifying possibility she might be falling in love.
15
Connor woke alone. The warmth of the sheets next to him said Andrea must have just gotten up. He squinted at the digital clock. Four o’clock. Surely she wasn’t thinking about going home at this hour. “Andrea?”
The bathroom door opened, framing her in the light. He felt around on the nightstand for his glasses, blinking as the sexy vision came into focus.
She stood with one leg cocked, her arm outstretched on the door frame. Light from the bathroom spilled through her ultra-sheer, next-to-nothing nightgown. It was so short that he thought maybe it was the top to a pair of pajamas. Very sheer, very sexy pajamas, of course.
The light went out, and it took a second for his eyes to adjust.
The mattress dipped. He immediately reached for her, getting his hands caught in the sheer fabric surrounding the body he craved.
“Very pretty,” he said against her lips. “Take it off.”
Immediately, she rose to her knees to draw the sheer fabric from her body and toss it aside.
He ran his hand up her leg to her hip. “Get rid of the panties, too.”
“Can’t,” she whispered.
“What do you mean you can’t?” He tugged them down a fraction.
She pulled away, pulling them back into place. “They’re your dessert.”
“My what?”
Cool air flowed around him as she flipped back the covers. She lay spread eagle on the white sheets, naked except for a very small thong.
“Your dessert. Remember? I told you I brought dessert. Go ahead. They’re edible.”
Instantly aroused, he crawled between her legs and gave her crotch a test swipe of his tongue. “Strawberries. And…something else.”
“The package said strawberry shortcake with whipped cream.” She giggled when he took a nip, pulling the crotch out.
The flavor exploded in his mouth, then immediately dissolved. He swallowed, then took another bite of the side strap.
Andrea shivered, not sure if she was chilled or turned on. Or both.
Connor chose that time to place his hot hand over her pubis, cupping his fingers between her legs until he could probe while he finished off the panties.
Her bre
ath caught. Her heart thundered, threatening to break out of her chest. She wanted…more. She tried to squirm in order to position herself for better access, but his heavy arm prevented much lateral movement.
His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss that tasted like fake strawberries.
“Not bad,” he said against her lips, “but I’m still hungry.”
He slid down her body, pushing her legs up until her knees framed her face.
The warm velvet of his tongue licked her folds, arching her up on the mattress.
She wanted to spread her legs wider. She wanted to grab his head and push him closer. She wanted…him. But the way he had her positioned on the firm mattress had her pretty well pinned in place. Helpless to do much of anything but watch as he licked and sucked her into one screaming climax after another.
Weak and sweating, shaking from her last orgasm, she couldn’t do more than make a weak grunt when, still holding her in a compromising position, he slid into her aching folds, the tip of his erection causing a faint ache deep within.
Numb, her mind was numb, as was her body. It wasn’t unpleasant.
She looked down, watching in fascination as his colorfully sheathed penis slid in and out of her receptive body. A sated smile curved her lips as she stretched. The action drove Connor deeper. He picked up the pace, pumping into her with fierce abandonment.
A tiny tickle, deep within, grew exponentially until it became a driving force, spurring her on, her hips meeting each thrust eagerly. The rhythmic slapping of flesh filled the darkened hotel room.
Afterward, she lay in the dark, waiting for her breathing to regulate.
She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry.
She wanted to do it again.
Beside her, Connor’s breathing slowed down, signaling his slide toward dreamland.
She had to act fast.
Tamping down her renewed feeling of tawdriness, she padded into the living room and pulled the contracts from her briefcase.
Sliding naked back into bed, she rubbed against Connor.
He grunted and pulled her close.
Wiggling, she pulled him until his mouth closed over her aching breast.
Against her leg, she felt his penis stir with renewed interest. She smiled and offered her other breast.
Within seconds, Connor was humping her thigh, ready for action. She was wet, too, but determined.
As soon as he signed on the dotted line, she’d fuck his brains out.
But not until he made a decision.
16
“Wait.” She gripped Connor’s wrist, preventing him from reaching for another condom.
Their gazes met, and even in the dark she could see his confusion. She didn’t blame him.
But, damn it, she needed a sale.
Swallowing nervous nausea, she stretched to turn on the light. “This is important, Connor.” She sat up and reached for the stack of contracts and her gold pen. “I’ve taken the liberty of drawing up contracts on the last three homes you saw.” She tapped her pen on the first page. “You’ll note the price on each one, here.”
Avoiding eye contact, she spread the contracts on the bed, swallowing her shame at what she was about to do.
“If you’d like to read them over, I’ll be over there in the chair. Let me know if you have any questions.”
On wobbly legs, she padded to the oversized upholstered chair and picked up the purple vibrator on her way.
Dipping a brush in a pot of lemon-flavored oil, she brushed the head of the dildo, then licked it off before meeting Connor’s heated gaze.
“Go on,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his back rigid. She’d love to know if his penis was in a similar state—it would make things so much easier—but it was impossible to tell with the way the sheet was bunched around his hips.
After oiling the bulbous head again, she flipped the switch on the base. A muffled hum filled the room.
Bracing the soles of her feet on the cushion, she let her knees drop, exposing herself to Connor’s rapt attention.
Slowly, she circled her opening with the vibrating oiled tip, wishing it was Connor’s warm penis probing her instead of the cool plastic. The thought brought silly tears to her eyes, and she blinked furiously to bring him back into focus. Maybe if she concentrated on him hard enough, she could trick her body into believing it was him between her spread legs. And maybe, just maybe, if she put on a convincing enough show, he would sign anything she put in front of him.
As a reward—for both of them—she would let him do anything he wanted. And she’d love it.
Rock still, Connor watched Andrea pleasure herself. Part of him was fascinated by the sight. Another part was repulsed, yet still he couldn’t tear his gaze from her well-loved pussy. With all his heart, he wanted it to be his cock pleasuring her.
But maybe he needed to see this.
Maybe Bill was right about Andrea Redd.
Andrea wished Connor would at least look at the contracts. Maybe if he read them, she wouldn’t feel so cheap and dirty for doing what she planned.
Instead, he watched intently while she pushed the vibrating phallus into her dryness. Biting back a wince, she applied more lubricant, closing her eyes and envisioning Connor poised above her.
Immediately her muscles relaxed, her knees parted, her natural moisture returned. Yes…
The slick head of the vibrator worked its magic on her clit, her vulva. Aching, she imagined Connor’s erection filling her, vibrating his need deep within her.
With a cry, she came, her back arching, nipples aching as waves of ecstasy washed over her again and again.
Spent and weak, she opened her eyes to find Connor standing in front of her, his cargo shorts riding low on his lean hips, his erection painfully obvious by the way the fly tented.
He held the contracts and pen in his shaking hand.
She licked her lips and tried to smile. “So, which property did you choose?”
“None.” He dropped the pile of papers into her lap, the sharp edges slicing into her sex. “Do you need a cab?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Oh, I’m sorry.” He stalked into the other room and came back with his wallet. “How much?”
She continued staring at him, willing away the tears that threatened.
“How much do you usually charge for fucking and a sex show? Huh? Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it?”
“That’s not how I do business!” She jumped up and grabbed her nightgown for at least some kind of coverage. “I told you I’d never done this kind of thing before.” She swiped at a tear and looked frantically around for something more substantial to put on.
It was apparent she was in imminent danger of being thrown out of his suite.
He stalked from the room, then came back to toss her clothes at her. “Send me a bill.”
“B-but you…I mean…are you saying you don’t want to buy a beach house now?”
“Oh, no, I will still buy one. Just not from you.”
“But…please, Connor. Please, hear me out.” She sniffed and stepped into her dress, her hands shaking while she tied the straps. “I understand why you may be angry with me. I obviously misunderstood our, um, situation. But don’t take it out on Redd Hot Properties! We’re the best agency on the island. Please, give us a chance. If you don’t want to work with me, I can assign another agent or—”
“No.” His nostrils flared. Behind the lenses of his glasses, his green eyes flashed. “I am going to buy a beach house. And I’ll continue to use Redd Hot Properties. On one condition.” He leaned close. Close enough to kiss, but she wasn’t stupid enough to try. “I will only work with the owner.”
“You do know that’s me, right?” She kept looking at him while she stuffed her belongings into her briefcase.
“I’m aware of that. It will be strictly business from now on. Understand? No sex in the limousine, not even foreplay. And no sex at any of the properties.”
“I ca
n do that,” she whispered, and let herself out of the suite.
Connor dropped to the sofa, gripping his head in his hands.
“I’m not sure I can.”
17
“Ugh!” Andrea crossed her deck and flopped down in a chaise next to Lisa. “Thanks for bringing dinner, not to mention the blender of strawberry daiquiris you mixed.” She hefted her glass in a silent salute to her friend and took a sip. “Yum! I can never get mine to turn out like this.” Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and sighed. “I can’t tell you how great this is, after the day from hell I had.”
“I take it Connor O’Brian isn’t cooperating on the house hunt?”
“Hah! That’s an understatement.” She turned to face Lisa. “You know what’s the kicker? I think I was closer to getting the deal before I slept with him.” She flopped back onto the chair. “And seeing him all day with this new hands-off policy in place is killing me.”
“Maybe you need to institute a new hands-on policy. I’ve seen him, Drea, and I think he’s as miserable with this situation as you are. Why don’t you be the adult here and end it?”
“You seem to forget—I am the adult. Which is probably a good reason to not start anything again.”
“Who are you trying to convince?” Lisa pushed her sunglasses on top of her blond hair and narrowed her eyes. “Drea, admit it. Connor O’Brian was more than a client, a potential sale. Much more.” She held up her hand, stopping Andrea’s protest. “And we both also know he was more than a POA or even a casual sex partner. As I said before, I know you can be ruthless, but I also know you’d never barter sex for a sale. And you also aren’t into the whole casual-sex thing, IMHO.” She took a sip of her drink. “So…what are you going to do about it? I mean, it’s beyond torture to keep showing him houses. You know what I think?”
“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.” The cool strawberry drink slid down her throat, numbing it. She wished she could numb her heart just as easily.
“I think Connor isn’t planning to buy a house. Think about it, Drea. We still haven’t received his preapproval. I know, I know, he said he’d get it when and if he found a house he wanted. But I think it’s not the preapproval that’s holding him back. I think he doesn’t want to commit to a house, because it would spell the end of this stupid game he’s playing with you. IOW, he has it bad for you, too, and just doesn’t want to admit it. By continuing to show him property, you’re just prolonging the agony.”
