No Strings...

by Janelle Denison

  Besides, his insinuation of an affair had completely changed the tone of the game and gave the atmosphere between them a seductive vibe, and that was definitely the path in which she wanted to continue this soiree.

  She waited a few seconds while their waiter whisked away their finished dinner plates, then selected a wooden stick from the wild container. She felt her face flame as she silently read the very risqué question, and knew that Aiden was definitely going to enjoy answering this one.

  “If I was a type of fruit, what would I be and how would you eat me?”

  Pure, unadulterated wickedness was the only word to describe the grin on Aiden’s lips. “That’s easy. You’d be a ripe, juicy peach,” he said in a low, throaty sound that hypnotized her. “And you’d be so good to eat. I’d open you up with my thumbs and catch all that sweet nectar on my tongue, and suck gently on the soft center of your core until my entire mouth is filled with the taste of you.”

  Holy crap. The look in his eyes was so freakin’ hot, and combined with that erotic description of him eating her as a peach, well, she felt breathless and thoroughly aroused. Beneath the table, she crossed her legs as a steady, throbbing sensation settled between her thighs, but the pressure only increased that agonizing need he’d just inflicted upon her. To be touched, stroked, sucked...

  “Your turn,” he said, as if he hadn’t just filled her mind with such provocative, unforgettable, erotic images.

  She reached for the die and gave it a light toss across the table. The first Dare presented itself, and Aiden didn’t hesitate in plucking one of the sticks from the wild category. Chloe swallowed hard and prepared herself for an outrageous challenge.

  Aiden smirked as he divulged the adventure he’d selected for her. “Pick up a stemmed Maraschino cherry with your lips. Feed the cherry to your partner using only your mouth, then tie the cherry stem using only your tongue. No hands allowed.”

  “No problem,” she said, prepared to dazzle Aiden with her skills in tying a cherry stem with her tongue. Who would have thought that a silly talent she’d perfected as a teenager would come in handy one day?

  He motioned to their waiter and asked for a few stemmed cherries. While the other man headed off in the direction of the bar, Chloe glanced around at all the other nearby tables. Everyone was having fun playing the truth-or-dare game. The groups of singles were laughing and cheering their teammates on, and the couples who sat alone like her and Aiden were either engrossed in a truthful conversation, or doing equally intimate dares with their partners.

  The waiter returned and set a small plate with three Maraschino cherries in the middle of the table, and at the same time delivered their desserts—a slice of cheesecake drizzled with a rich-looking caramel sauce. Chloe was tempted to take a bite, but not until she finished executing her dare.

  Folding her hands securely in her lap, she glanced from the dish, to Aiden. “Since I can’t use my hands, you’ll have to feed me one of the cherries to get me started.”

  More than happy to accommodate her, he picked up a cherry by the stem and dropped it into her waiting mouth. First, she had to transfer the actual cherry to Aiden, and in order to do so she needed his lips on hers.

  Tucking the piece of fruit against the inside of her cheek, she crooked a beckoning finger at him. “Come closer,” she cajoled sweetly, and when he did as she asked, she framed his face in her hands and brought his mouth to hers. “The cherry is for you, but first, you’ll have to find it.”

  She could have kept things chaste and pushed the cherry immediately into his mouth, but this evening wasn’t about playing it safe. Not any longer. She kissed him, her lips parting to invite him inside. His tongue glided along hers as they played hide-and-seek with the piece of fruit and she let him chase the treat until she was ready to end the playfully hot kiss. Finally, his tongue curled around the cherry and he drew it into his mouth. She clamped down on the end of the stem between her teeth, allowing him to bite off the Maraschino to enjoy.

  While she went to work on the second part of her task, he chewed and swallowed the cherry, then grinned like a rogue. “Not quite as good as eating a peach,” he said meaningfully.

  Oh, he was so bad. A slow burn blossomed in her belly, and spread lower...to the exact part of her he associated with a ripe, juicy peach. With seductive eyes, he continued watching her as she manipulated the stem with her teeth, lips and tongue. Less than a minute later, she presented him with the cherry stem, now with a tight knot in the middle.

  “Voila!” she said, proud of her accomplishment.

  Amusement etched his gorgeous features. “Very impressive.”

  She laughed huskily and gave him something else to consider and mentally fantasize about. “My tongue is quite talented and can do all kinds of neat tricks.”

  “I’ll just bet it can,” he murmured, and rolled the die she’d nudged toward him since it was his turn, which landed on another Dare.

  Feeling bolder and more brazen with each scene they completed, she went straight for a wild adventure. Anticipation spread throughout her entire body as she read his challenge. “Suck on your partner’s finger for one full minute.”

  With a slow, shameless smile that ramped up her awareness of what he was about to do, he gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand toward him...and unexpectedly dragged the tip of her finger through the sticky caramel sauce on his dessert plate. The impulsive move startled her, but not as much as the wet heat of his mouth as he gradually pulled her index finger all...the...way...in.

  Her breath hitched in her throat, then released in a low, sensual moan as he leisurely sucked the caramel off her finger, his gaze so dark and smoldering she knew what it was like to melt from the inside out. His tongue was as soft as velvet along her skin, and the scrape of his teeth added a sharp, erotic edge of pleasure that made her shift in her chair. With excruciating thoroughness, he licked his way all the way to the tip, then drew the digit deep once again.

  Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip to hold in another groan. She felt that suctioning pull on her nipples, which peaked into tight, hard pebbles against her top. And when he flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin between her fingers, it was as though he somehow had a direct link to her sex and had just stroked his tongue deep between the moist folds of flesh between her thighs. She had the vague thought that if he kept this up, she was going to end up climbing onto his lap right here and now and demand satisfaction.

  Abruptly, he stopped and let go of her hand, jarring her back to reality and the fact that they were in a room full of people. But the hungry look in his eyes told her that he was just as affected as she was. The air between them was fueled with sexual tension, and she needed an orgasm so badly, she was close to begging for it.

  Finished playing it safe, she decided to do exactly that. “Aiden—”

  He pressed two fingers against her lips and shook his head to stop her words, clearly wanting to be the one to take the lead. “I have one final dare for you, Chloe,” he said, his voice low, gruff and just aggressive enough to pique her interest. “I want you. My room. My way. All night long.”

  She shivered, the promise of pleasure and ecstasy implicit in his proposition. Her answer came without any hesitation whatsoever. “Yes.”

  7

  AS SOON AS they stepped into Aiden’s hotel room and the door shut behind them, Chloe found herself pressed against the nearest wall with his lips claiming hers in a deep, toe-curling kiss. He skimmed his hands along her curves, palms hard, seeking and propriety. Just the way she liked it.

  Reaching the hem of her dress, he pulled the material upward, and she lifted her arms so he could pull it off in one smooth motion, leaving her clad in just her bra, panties and heels. His seductive mouth came back to hers again, his need and hunger matching hers as she eagerly shoved his jacket off his shoulders and helped him out of his shirt, until she was finally able to touch his naked chest.

  His skin was hot and firm, the muscl
es in his abdomen flexing as she dragged her palms all the way down to the waistband of his slacks. Beyond anxious to feel the thick length of his erection in her hands, she fumbled with his belt, trying desperately to release the strip of leather from the buckle so she could unzip his pants.

  A rough groan rumbled in his chest, and he grasped both of her wrists and pinned her hands at the sides of her head. He abruptly ended their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, their panting breaths mingling.

  “We need to slow this down,” he rasped in a hoarse voice.

  She rolled her hips toward his, teasing and tempting him the best she could. “Why?”

  Bracing his strong thighs against hers to keep her in place, which also served to nudge the impressive ridge of his erection against her belly, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his warm, soft lips. “Because I want to savor everything about this night.”

  A full-bodied shiver shimmied through her. She turned her head to the side, giving his mouth better access to her throat, and anything else he wanted. She understood his need to enjoy every moment, because there would be no repeat performances once they returned to Boston and their respective campaigns. But right now, she was anxious and impatient and slow seemed...well, too damned slow.

  “We can do slow later,” she said, groaning as he nipped her earlobe. “You put me right to the edge of an orgasm at dinner and I’m dying for it.”

  He lifted his head and stared down at her, his expression both pleased and cocky. There were no lights on in his room, but the drapes were wide open and an ample amount of moonlight spilled in, illuminating his gorgeous features and the wicked glint in his eyes.

  “All in good time, Reiss,” he murmured, and released her hands so they fell back to her sides. “My way, remember? And we’ve got the rest of the night to do it a dozen other ways. But right now, I want to take my time, because there are so many things I want to do to you...improper, indecent, down-and-dirty things I’ve thought about since the day we met.”

  His arousing promise made her wetter than she already was. Oh, yeah, she wanted those things, too. With effort, she kept her palms flattened against the wall behind her, letting him do this his way because she knew the end result would be pure, mind-blowing pleasure for both of them.

  “What kind of improper, indecent, down-and-dirty things?” she asked, eager to experience each and every one.

  “Things like this...” He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her bra and pulled them down her arms. His mouth touched her skin, and he unexpectedly bit the curve of her neck and shoulder with his teeth.

  She gasped at the light twinge of pain, enjoying his uncivilized behavior when he was a man who always came across as so refined and sophisticated in the boardroom.

  “And this,” he continued seductively as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then filled both of his hands with her breasts. His piercing gaze held hers as he cupped and squeezed the mounds of flesh, while his thumbs brushed over her taut nipples, then lightly pinched them.

  She groaned, so turned on she could barely stand.

  His eyes smoldered, and his wholly satisfied smile made those secret muscles deep inside her clench in anticipation as he lowered his head and claimed her breast. His tongue swirled around her areola, his teeth rasping and teasing the rigid tip before he drew her nipple into the damp heat of his mouth and sucked hard.

  There was no holding back the cry of delight that escaped her lips, or the path of fire he created as his hand trailed down her body and slipped past the elastic waistband of her panties.

  “And especially this,” he murmured against her breast, and with a skillful stroke of his fingers along her swollen, throbbing clitoris, he had her thighs quivering and her heart racing.

  That quickly, her body screamed for release, but she knew he wasn’t done tormenting her just yet. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall, and lost her breath when he pushed one, then two fingers, tight and hot inside her body.

  His knee wedged between her thighs, coaxing them apart. “Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart,” he commanded and without hesitation she did exactly what he asked, widening her stance for him so that he was better able to thrust deeper.

  In...then out. Slowly. Leisurely. His thumb circling, stroking. Again and again, while his mouth and tongue continued its sensual assault on her breasts. Her juices flowed, hot and inviting, adding a slick friction to his intimate invasion. Each enticing caress drove her out of her mind with the excruciating need to climax. Every erotic slide of his fingers made her helpless to do anything but ache for the orgasm he held just out of her reach.

  His mouth came back up to her neck, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re so warm, so soft and wet.”

  Moaning softly, she arched against his hand the best she could, craving more. “Stop teasing me.”

  She felt his lips curve into a smile against her cheek. “Tell me what you want, Chloe, and I’ll give it to you.”

  The dominating edge to his voice, combined with the way he’d already mastered her body, was enough to make her beg without shame. “Please let me come,” she whispered, and gasped as he finally gave her exactly what she desired.

  He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his fingers plunged deeper, harder, faster, and the pad of his thumb rubbed that sweet, sensitive spot that sent liquid fire rushing through her veins. She clutched at his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back in an attempt to hold on as the tension spiraled tighter and tighter inside her. Suddenly, it was all too much, and she moaned against his lips as an overwhelming climax rippled through her in strong, shuddering waves of rapture.

  In the aftermath, her legs buckled, and Aiden wrapped an arm around her waist to give her the support she seemed to need. He lifted his head, that smug, cocky smile on his face, despite the fact that he was still as hard as stone against her belly. “You okay?”

  She drew a steadying breath, nodded and gave him the praise he deserved. “I have to admit, your way isn’t half bad.”

  He lifted an arrogant brow. “And just think, we’re not even close to being done. We’ve only covered improper and indecent, and I’m so looking forward to getting down-and-dirty.”

  Oh, Lord, so was she.

  He guided her to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

  As he disappeared into the bathroom, she slipped off her heels, shimmied out of her panties and settled against the pillows. Seconds later he returned with a few foil packets, and he tossed all but one of them onto the pillow beside her. Judging by how many condoms he’d retrieved, he obviously planned on having a very busy night with her. Not that she was complaining.

  He stood at the foot of the bed, and she watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. He toed off his shoes and removed his socks, then unbuckled his thin leather belt. With a sexy smile on his lips, he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, then pushed his pants and briefs down his legs.

  Completely naked, she looked her fill of him and sighed with female appreciation. If she thought he was gorgeous in a business suit at work, he was a perfect Adonis wearing nothing at all—lean, muscled and impressively endowed where it counted most. His strong, capable hands sheathed his erection, the sight of him touching his cock adding to the eroticism of the act.

  He came up on the mattress, circled his fingers around her ankles and separated her feet until she was sufficiently spread for him. Settling between her legs, he dipped his head and brushed his lips along her inner thigh, making it very clear what he had in mind next.

  “Let’s see if you taste as good as a peach,” he murmured, and used his thumbs to separate her folds so he could sweep his tongue along her sex, licking her with such thorough reverence she felt worshipped.

  His fingers joined in, penetrating her aching core. He sucked on her clit as if she were as ripe and juicy as the fruit he’d indicated, then traced his tongue all alon
g her swollen, sensitive flesh before starting the devastatingly erotic process all over again. Multiple times. Her entire body trembled and when he finally let her come, the release was more than just physical—it was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.

  Moaning softly, she reached down and threaded her fingers through his soft, silky hair, unable to recall when a man had ever taken such time and care with her, instead of racing to the main event. Even now, he was nuzzling her thigh and giving her time to catch her breath. It was an intimate act, and more than just about getting her off so he could take his own pleasure. He’d enjoyed going down on her, reveled in her response even, and for that he received extra points.

  He straightened and knelt between her legs, his gaze taking a slow, leisurely journey from her thighs all the way up to her face. “That was fun,” he said huskily. “And now that we’ve gotten ‘down’ out of the way, it’s time to get dirty.”

  In a move that caught her by surprise, he rolled her over so that she was on her stomach, then grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, until she was positioned on her hand and knees, his intentions very clear.

  Excitement coursed through her. Obviously, traditional, missionary sex was too tame for a sexual God like him. This position put him in control and fed into the fantasy she’d revealed to him on the plane...where she’d confessed her preference of being taken by a man, aggressively and passionately.

  He caressed his palms over her bare butt and squeezed the mounds in his hands. “You have the sweetest, sexiest ass. When you wear a tight skirt at the office, I can’t help but stare and fantasize about what it would be like to do this.” His fingers traced the crease separating her cheeks, then stroked her inner lips, gliding through her slick heat, driving her crazy until she was on fire for him again.

  “And what it would be like to do this,” he said, and thrust his cock into her, his thick length stretching her in the best possible way.