by Noelle Adams
“Good,” she breathed, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. “Good, Ethan. Yeah, good.”
It had gotten really good improbably soon. It wouldn’t take her long to reach climax at this rate. It hurt just a little, but the pain was negligible when compared to the growing pleasure.
“Ethan,” she moaned. “Can’t believe this. Going to...soon. Can’t believe it.”
He mumbled something incoherent as he pressed kisses onto her temple.
“Yeah, Ethan. Yeah, go faster. Need it faster.” She increased the tempo of her pelvis, and Ethan moved immediately into the faster rhythm. “That’s it,” she gasped, as she felt the sensations build up toward a rapid, delicious peak. “Working. So good. More, faster.”
The station wagon was shaking a bit at the force of Ethan’s motion. As she panted in the back of the rocking car, Ashley felt wanton, wild, and a little bit sleazy.
She was already almost there. Her voice as she cried out was both shocked and delighted. “Yeah, coming. God, so good.” Her eyes met Ethan’s, and in them she saw something so hot and possessive that it was both thrilling and overwhelming. She had to close her eyes.
“Come, honey,” Ethan urged her huskily, his lips at her ear. He was touching her everywhere. She could feel him everywhere.
She thought she was almost there, but she couldn’t quite claim her release yet. She tried to get her legs higher around his back and said in a strangled voice, “More, Ethan. Faster, harder.”
He raised himself up on his arms, straightening them at the elbow, so that his upper body was no longer directly on top of her. This gave him more leverage, and he started pumping into her with more power and speed. It hurt a little more than before, but Ashley immediately forgot about the pain as everything deepened and sharpened.
And she could no longer form any words. She expressed herself in broken grunts and cries, and her voice gained volume and urgency as the rhythm of their bodies intensified. The station wagon was rocking wildly, and Ashley’s breasts were bouncing back and forth from the motion, even though she was still wearing her shirt and bra.
They were both drenched in sweat now, and the sound of their skin slapping together was the most erotic thing Ashley had ever heard.
She couldn’t form words, as she finally reached her peak. At some point earlier, she must have stretched her arms above her head because she was desperately clutching at the headrest of the driver’s seat. She tried to keep her eyes open so she could keep looking at Ethan’s face—he had finally lost control and was seeking his own release in her body with wild abandon—but the pleasure as she came was too overpowering.
It washed over her like a wave. Felt like she was drowning. She seemed to have lost control of her body, and there was nothing in the world but these frantic sensations...and Ethan.
The one part of herself that could still process information recognized that Ethan was choking out her name, had followed her into climax.
It was an indefinable span of time before either of them could do anything but sprawl limply against each other and take erratic, urgent breaths.
Finally, Ethan heaved some of his weight off of her. “You okay?” he asked unevenly.
“Yeah,” she breathed, wiping some of the sweat off of Ethan’s face with her hand so it wouldn’t keep dripping on her. “Think I might have passed out a little bit.”
“Me too.”
Excerpt from Seducing the Enemy
Marietta hadn’t realized Harry was quite so rich.
She knew his suit was expensive, of course. After working in the family restaurant for so long—one of the most popular restaurants in Aix—she could evaluate the relative expense of customers’ clothes and accessories.
The car the valet pulled around, however, was much more posh than she’d expected. Plus, both the bellboy and the night manager of the hotel began to greet him by name until they found him kissing her and discreetly withdrew.
His suite was on the top floor of the hotel and looked vast compared to her nice, but compact, room five floors down. It was funny they happened to be staying in the same hotel tonight. Even so, their worlds were obviously very far apart.
“It’s a work thing. I don’t actually need a suite that a whole battalion could bivouac in.” He must have read her expression as she stared at the luxury suite.
His dry tone and clever word choice made her laugh and helped shake the last of her reservations. What did it matter whether he had some high-powered job and could fit her whole apartment in this sitting room?
This was just about sex for the night.
Her excitement returned with full force—not only intense arousal but also a giddy joy that she was actually doing this, taking this step, pulling out of the shelter she’d hid behind for the last two years.
She hadn’t intended to have sex this evening. She’d just planned to pick up a man in the club to prove she was ready to move on with her life. But his interest in her filled her with a heady rush.
She wanted to do this. She really wanted to do this.
“Did you want something to drink? They brought up some Scotch for me earlier, or I could call down for—”
“I’m not thirsty.”
He’d been placing his tablet on the desk across the room, but turned to look at her. “Say that again.”
She frowned and repeated, “I’m not thirsty.”
“I was listening to your accent. Are you French?”
“My mother was French. My father was American.”
“Ah, then that explains it. Your accent is incredibly sexy.”
His smile was so compelling she walked over to him without thinking. “I put it on just for you.”
He chuckled and reached out for her, resting his hands on her hips and pressing her lower body against his. “I’m flattered. What other accents do you have in your arsenal?”
“Comrade, I am not thirsty.” Trying to keep a straight face, she spoke in an exaggerated Russian accent.
“Very, very sexy.”
He kissed her breathless, until she was clutching his shoulders and barely able to stay on her feet. When he finally pulled his mouth away and leaned his forehead against hers, she managed to say in a thick Spanish accent, “Oh, señor, I am not thirsty.”
She felt a warm thrill when he laughed again. Then a hotter thrill when he kissed her.
This time, the kiss took them through the double doors to the bedroom. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she fell onto the bed with Harry on top. He was hot and hard and heavy above her, and her body pulsed to feel even more of him.
Their kiss broke with the tumble, and he trailed kisses along her jaw and throat.
She arched her neck in pleasure and exerted all her concentration to say in a bad Cockney accent, “Oi, guv’ner, I’m not bloody thirsty.”
He almost collapsed on her, his face buried in the hollow of her neck, shuddering with half-suppressed mirth. Not even his kisses felt as good as his amused, shaking body against hers.
“Damn, Etta,” he said, his voice thick with amusement and something even hotter. “You’re incredible.”
Not the most romantic of declarations, but it thrilled her just the same.
He kissed her again, and the mood shifted. Became more urgent and intense. He stroked her as they kissed, and before she knew it he’d pulled her dress over her head.
She’d worn sexy underwear to boost her confidence, but still felt self-conscious as he stared at her with a palpable hunger.
No one had ever looked at her like that.
She shifted and struggled to keep from blurting for him to hurry up and get on with it.
A smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”
The pleasure of that remark relaxed her as he mouthed his way from her throat to her collarbone. Her breasts seemed to strain in her bra as his lips got closer and closer to them.
She arched when his mouth teased her nipple through the lace fabric and gasped when he fondled h
er other breast.
He gently unclasped her bra and caressed her until she wriggled beneath him, moaning and whimpering.
Eager to satisfy the throbbing ache between her legs, she pulled at his suit jacket to get it off his shoulders.
It took a while, since he was too busy twirling her nipples and mouthing her belly to help, but she finally dropped the jacket over the side of the bed and pulled at his tie.
He raised his shoulders when she accidentally strangled him.
“Sorry.” She stifled a laugh. “It would be easier if you’d stop torturing me and help.”
“Torture, is it?” He unknotted his tie while she tackled the buttons of his white shirt.
“A very nice kind of torture, but you’re driving me crazy here.” She groaned when she saw a T-shirt under his dress shirt. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
He hid a smile and instead arched his eyebrows. “It is generally considered unprofessional to sweat through one’s shirt.”
She giggled, pushing him onto his back to better attack the buttons. She made quick work of his shirt, pulling the sleeves off over his wrists, until his cufflinks hampered further progress.
Grumbling, she undid them, noting they looked platinum and had probably cost more than her bike, the most expensive thing she owned. Nothing about him was flashy or garish—but everything was worth a fortune.
When she glanced at his face, she noticed his eyes crawling hungrily over her body. She wore only her panties, necklace, and earrings, and had forgotten to look sexy. He didn’t appear to mind.
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You can find out more about Seducing the Enemy here.
About the Author
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. For more information, please check out her website: noelle-adams.com.
Other Books by Noelle Adams
One Hot Night: Three Contemporary Romance Novellas
A Negotiated Marriage
Listed
Bittersweet
Missing
Revival
Seducing the Enemy
Playing the Playboy
Holiday Heat
Married for Christmas
Salvation
Engaging the Boss
Excavated
A Baby for Easter
Overexposed
Table of Contents
Vanessa Bridges
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight
Day Eight and a Half
Day Nine
Day Ten
Day Eleven
Day Twelve
Day Thirteen
Day Fourteen
Epilogue
Deleted Scene
Excerpt from Seducing the Enemy
About the Author
