"I want you," she managed.
"Who do you want me to be?"
Was he kidding?
She stared up into his eyes and it didn't take her long to find it there, beneath the lust and desire clouding his eyes. The need to please her. It was there with such sincerity that something inside her began to melt right along with her body.
She didn't want him to be a stripper with her. She just wanted him, even though she really didn't know anything about him.
"I want Alejandro."
Intensity and passion swept away everything else in his gaze at that and his lips slammed down on hers.
It wasn't a romantic type of kiss. It wasn't soft and gentle. No, it was hungry and demanding. His hands were wild on her while she slid her fingers up into the silky strands of his long dark hair, pulling it free of the band holding it back. His tongue conquered hers while he rid her of her suit jacket, her blouse, and bra in record time.
Well, it made sense that he had a lot of experience with getting rid of clothes in his line of work.
She couldn't help but cry out when her upper body was bare and the hard tips of her breasts pressed into the damp wall of his smooth, muscular chest. Pushing herself against him, she dug her fingernails into his scalp while the sensitive peaks warmed with intense pleasure.
His lips pulled away from hers, roaming down her neck, and she let her head fall back. A river of sensation had her clinging to him helplessly while his large hands curved around the generous mounds that begged for his touch.
"Very nice." Her nipples beaded harder, if that were possible, under the heavy lidded gaze of those dark eyes. "I love a woman with nice round breasts but tiny little nipples at the center. You can suck on them like candy."
Didn't those words send heat curling straight toward her aching cunt?
Alejandro growled when his head dipped and his tongue swiped over one tight, aching nipple before his hot mouth closed around it. He sucked it into his mouth and his tongue wrapped around it until her toes curled. Harriet arched her back, wanting to push herself further into his mouth. She twisted on the bed in pleasure, moaning at how incredibly good it felt. His hard hands held her firmly in place while he devoured her, sending her senses soaring more out of control.
His lips moved to the opposite peak, pulling it into his mouth and setting it on fire while he captured the other with his thumb and forefinger. No one had ever even pinched her nipples before and the sharp little jolt of pleasure-pain only stoked the flames of her desire.
"Damn..." His ragged moan made her shudder in ecstasy. Alejandro's breath came fast, his fingers working her nipple, and more tremors of exquisite delight coursed through her with each tug. Raw hunger blazed out of control, need tore through her with threatening intensity.
His lips and hands caressed her like consuming flames, making her desperate for him. She pressed her mound tighter against the steely hard length of his cock, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her clit was engorged and begging for relief, throbbing between her thighs. The tight tips of her breasts ached for more attention.
A whimper escaped her lips and her arms circled his shoulders. She pressed her lips against the warmth of this throat. Harriet loved his warmth, the spicy male scent of him.
"What?" he asked gently.
She was in no mood to be toyed with. Harriet was desperate to touch and taste him, to have him fill her again. What was the likelihood she'd ever be in a situation like this again? Slim to none and she knew that.
On impulse, she pushed him over to the side, rather he allowed her to, and she moved above him. One of her hands grabbed his shoulder, the other went exploring. She really enjoyed letting her fingers smooth down the hard, muscled wall of his chest and her head lowered to the flat nipples that drew up into hard little points just like hers had.
His hands speared into her hair, his body jerking beneath her when she began laving one of his nipples with her tongue. The taste of his flesh filled her mouth and the heat from his body reached her in waves. He was all sinewy muscle beneath her hands as they skimmed over his chest and arms.
Alejandro was beautiful, there really wasn't another word for him. He danced for women for money, night after night, leaving them with sweet dreams of going home with him. And she got to go home with him tonight. Harriet couldn't help but grin at that thought.
Growling moans rumbled from his chest when her hand lowered to the fly of his jeans, her fingers tearing at the top button before he pushed her hand away to get rid of them himself.
Harriet teased him all the while, licking and nipping both his nipples. A sexual confidence she didn't know she had began to emerge. Once his gorgeous body was completely revealed to her and the rest of his clothing was gone, she decided to move a little lower.
"Harriet." She loved the way he said her name with that accent. She loved the way his body tightened when she licked around his navel. She was going farther south than that.
"Let's see how you like it," she whispered. "I want to play, too."
His cock was hard and thick, riding high against his abdomen and pulsing with anticipation. Harriet made a great show of licking her lips, wanting him to know how much she wanted to taste him.
Her tongue swiped over the bulging head first, the scent and taste of her own flesh there. Then his taste claimed her senses and she found it to be as wild and sexy as she could have imagined. A deep groan came from his throat while her fingers slid down the hot silky length of his erection, exploring each ridge and plane until reached the hard, hair covered sac at the bottom.
"Ay, Dios mío." One hand clutched in her hair while the other grabbed a handful of the comforter beneath him. "Take me in, Harriet. Take me in your mouth, baby."
Harriet parted her lips and made a tight ring around the base of his hard stalk with her fingers. Lifting it, she pressed the head against her lips. Savoring the heat and hardness, she opened her lips to surround him and take him into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over every bit of the smooth flesh she was able to reach.
"¡Sí!" His hips lifted from the bed in time with her mouth, nudging his cock in deeper while she worked to tease every bit of him with her tongue.
He filled her mouth, his taste dark, wicked, and all male. It made her feel mighty. His fingers went wild in her hair when she slowly began to suck at the engorged head.
"Oh, that's good," he crooned. "That's so damned good."
The roughness of his voice urged her on, letting her know she was getting to him.
"Sí, that's it." His hands in her hair guided her movements. She moved her mouth up and down on him vigorously, taking in as much of his erection as she could and all the while suckling the hard, heated column of flesh.
It was the first time she'd ever enjoyed giving head. Her tongue flickered over him madly. She wanted to push him, see how much he could take. Controlling a man's pleasure was a heady feeling and one she was sure she could easily get used to.
"You're making me crazy," he growled, throbbing in her mouth. Her lips tightened around him. When she lifted her eyes, she loved the carnal expression on his gorgeous face. "That's it. Suck it deep."
Until now, she never knew she could be so hungry for a man. It wasn't until that moment that sex ceased to be something she enjoyed and yearned for sometimes. Now, it was something that had awakened her entire being to a storm of sensations she had to have. Needed desperately.
How the hell could life ever go back to normal after this?
She pumped the hot shaft up and down, while he fucked her mouth with strokes that were gaining strength and speed.
"Harriet..." He groaned her name while she sucked him deeper. "I can't take more."
She came up, gasping for breath when she gently let him slide out of her mouth. She was ready for more. A lot more.
"What are you thinking?" His sexy mouth curved into a gorgeous half smile.
"That I don't want to think." She laughed at that.
"Then don't, beautiful
lady."
"You don't have to go that far," she tried to play that off as confident and cool, but sensed that she didn't quite hit that note.
"I have no reason to flatter you. I'm getting what I want," Alejandro pointed out. "I can say anything now. Truth is best."
"I'm not beautiful."
"Then you must have problems with your vision."
The walls of her pussy clenched hard at the honesty in his voice.
His black eyes were pools of darkness lit by unholy fire and she trembled in the most delicious anticipation under that intense gaze. She was so mesmerized that she was barely aware that he'd pushed her back on the bed, rising above her.
Grabbing her ankles, he thrust her legs wide. A thrill of excitement shot through her to see his cock poised and waiting before her. Yes, she wanted more of that. He positioned the mushroomed head against her wet, aching flesh and she gasped as it began to slowly sink into her.
He stretched and burned her, his flesh so hot as he slipped inside her. When he was fully sheathed within her he stopped, glancing down at her with a strange, intense expression.
"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Harriet." His voice was a whisper in the quiet room. "You'd never again doubt yourself."
There was such sincerity in his face. She almost missed it because he slowly began to move within her and they both moaned at the exquisite sensation. Alejandro released her ankles so she could wrap her legs around him and hook them at the small of his back. In and out he thrust, seeming to reach deeper inside her with each stroke. Back and forth they rocked against each other.
The scent of sex hung in the air, sweat drenched them. He caught her cries in his mouth, together they gasped and moaned, writhing and trembling on his bed.
They came together, Harriet bucking beneath him for all she was worth and screaming in incredible ecstasy the entire time. Alejandro's body went taut above her, in her. He threw his head back and growled out his release. Her pussy squeezed around his cock, milking him as he collapsed on top of her.
His weight buried her in the soft mattress and Harriet wrapped her arms around him, holding him against her heart. Their rasping breaths were echoes through the quiet room and she didn't want the moment to ever end.
But end it did. Alejandro lifted his gorgeous head and smiled at her. She could get used to that smile.
"Hungry? I've got half a chocolate pie my abuela made for me."
As long as abuela didn't mean wife or girlfriend, he had a deal. She'd taken French in high school and college. Spanish? She knew hola meant hello and that was about it.
She nodded and he rose, playfully pulling her out of bed along with him.
Chapter 3
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Alejandro watched Harriet set her mostly empty dessert plate on his kitchen counter and she smiled at him before cutting her eyes at what was left of the chocolate pie. There was still enough left for each of them to have another wedge and he could tell she wanted more. When he motioned to it, she shook her head.
Her hair was a dark tousled cloud about her head and with all the remnants of their sex play still staining her pretty cheeks, he couldn't help thinking she was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time.
"So what's this you gave me to wear?" She posed for him in the dark uniform shirt, the view of her bare, shapely legs making him hungry now in a totally carnal way.
"It's the shirt from my policeman costume."
She arched a sable brow at him.
"You haven't always been the matador?" she asked, teasing him.
He shrugged. "We keep a schedule where we list what night we're on and what act we're doing so we don't have two policemen or matadors in one night."
"There are other matadors?"
He really liked the playful side that was emerging from her. Up until now, she'd seemed so serious and passionate. Was the chocolate pie the difference? Making a mental note of that, he grinned at her.
"None like me."
"You'll get no argument from me there." Harriet slowly approached him, the shirt he'd given her unbuttoned to a dangerously low level that revealed the creamy cleavage that he'd never get tired of exploring. "So what runs through your mind up there while you're dancing for all those women? Do you pretend you're alone in your room or...?"
Her soft little body was so close that he couldn't resist pulling her into the circle of his arms and letting her feel how hard he was getting for her again. Her sensual lips curved into a deeper smile and she pressed her tummy tighter against him, grinding softly.
"You know, I can't remember," he finally said.
Now she playfully punched him in the chest.
"Yes, you do!"
"I don't remember. Honestly." How could he think about anything else with her soft heat pressing into him like gentle fire? "All I can remember was what was in my head when I danced for you."
Her little hands slid up his chest, setting his skin on fire as they went up and around the back of his neck to tickle his hair.
"What was going through your head?"
"That it had been way too long since I did my policeman routine." Pulling away from her, he made his way to the closet in the hallway where he kept his coats, jackets, and some of his costumes.
He was wearing only his jeans at the moment but they'd have to do. He knotted his hair at the back of his head and put on the policeman's cap he pulled from the top shelf. His policeman's belt was there, too, and he wrapped it around his hips, instantly liking the idea of putting on a little show for Harriet.
The nightstick hung from one hip and a set of actual handcuffs hung from the other. He put on his best stage strut as he made his way back into the kitchen.
Harriet's eyes raked over him and slowly her smile faded. There it was again. She watched him with a look of pure fascination. No, more than that. She looked at him with such awe, such rapt enjoyment, such hunger. Hell, he didn't know how to describe it, but it made him higher than he'd ever remembered being in his life.
Alejandro decided to give her a performance to really blow her mind. All sorts of kinky thoughts flooded his mind. He'd give her a show she'd never forget.
He kept a boom box in his kitchen and flipped it on, lucking out when a heavy bass dance song played. Just the sort of song he'd normally use for his performances. He danced for her, pulling out all the movements she'd seemed to like earlier in the club. She seemed rooted to the spot, her gaze intense and darting after every movement. Especially when he peeled off his jeans.
Those beautiful eyes widened when he approached her, pulling the handcuffs easily from the belt he wore.
"You're under arrest," he whispered, grinning at the surprise in her expression.
He had her hands cuffed in front of her before she seemed fully aware of what he was doing. Grabbing the chain, he pulled her behind him in the direction of his bedroom.
At first her look of shock made him wonder if he was going too far. Slowly a grin formed and she allowed him to drag her along.
"This is what you were thinking about?" There was the tiniest tremor in her voice.
"You have the right to remain silent. But not too silent." He grinned at her over his shoulder, loving the color flooding her cheeks now. He craved the high cries that she made when she came, was addicted to them already."What are the charges, officer?"
Her grin made her look girlish and he was getting harder by the second.
"Obstruction of justice."
Alejandro was grateful for the two posts on the footboard of his bed when they returned. With mock roughness, he pushed her down on the bed and looped the handcuffs around one of those posts.
Harriet was an incredibly tempting sight with her arms stretched over her head, held by silver metal restraints. She was open to whatever he wanted and it made him lightheaded. The look of concentrated desire in her eyes let him know she was ready for anything.
He wanted to taste her mouth again for a start. Climbing on the bed with her
, he tossed the hat aside and made quick work of the buttons on the shirt she wore. He paused to admire the full globes of her breasts, so nice and high in that position with perfect little rosy points at their centers.
Alejandro returned to kissing her with relentless demand, claiming her mouth with lust that consumed him. He lifted his head, drunk with the taste of the woman beneath him. His body felt like one big raw wound and it ached to possess her.
His gaze roamed lower to the close cut strip of dark hair covering her mound. Just the sight of her pussy sent punch to his gut and he leaned in to breathe in her scent, not missing the way her thighs quivered when he did. A thin layer of moisture gleamed on that intimate flesh and Alejandro's mouth watered. Every muscle in his body tightened with the need to fuck her again.
He settled himself between her thighs, pushing them wide apart with his hands. Harriet lifted her hips from the bed in a playful tease, offering him her pussy. And he intended to have it.
"You're teasing a man on the edge," he growled, smoothing his fingers over the swollen flesh before delving into the warm, creamy slit below.
"Oh..." Her high cry broke over him when he parted her, his gaze taking in the heat infused flesh covered in slick honey. Her hips pushed up at him again, she spread her thighs further.
Pressing his palm over her clit, his fingers found the slick opening to her pussy and circled it slowly. His mouth watered just thinking about the taste of her he'd had in the elevator. She'd been such a sweet surprise with her passion and playfulness. He wanted to watch her come apart now and taste her release in his mouth.
Lifting his fingers to her mouth, he brushed her swollen lips with her own juices. Surprise widened those beautiful blue eyes while he spread her honey over them.
"Taste it," he demanded. "See what I'm going to taste when I run my tongue through that sweet little pussy."
"Oh..."
He'd shocked her, had he? Maybe so, but the color that darkened her face and chest didn't look much like embarrassment to him. It looked like dark hunger taking her over and that suited his lusty needs perfectly.
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