Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection

by Jordan, Lucia

  It was three AM. when Damian pulled in front of a house. Hanna stirred and recognized that they were at his place, not his.

  She sighed. “I need to go home, Damian.”

  He didn’t speak at first but got out of the car and went around to her side, opening her door.

  She didn’t feel like struggling as he drew her out on her feet. His hand cupped her elbow as he gazed down into her puzzled face. “You are home. If you think I’m going to have you tempted to run begging after Chet, then think again. You definitely need saving from yourself.” He had a smirk on his face she longed to smack off and her eyes were blazing. He turned and walked up to the house and Hanna stalked after him, this time ready for a fight.

  He threw her a glance over his shoulder as he unlocked the doors and led the way. “Besides, I bought this place for us. From now on, I intend to give you things he couldn’t, everything you deserved.”

  Hanna was almost dumbstruck, stopping dead in her tracks. “How…why would you buy a house for…us?” She felt like she should be frightened. Maybe his controlling streak went beyond having a kinky side in bed or pushing her around at work. This was different – maybe even crazy. He couldn’t be serious, surely?

  “I can’t imagine what’s so perplexing. After all you decorated it,” he reminded her seriously.

  “I decorated it? Now what’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded, then frowned as she did begin to recall being instructed to handle the selection of the furniture for the place with the aid of the interior designer she’d hired.

  Hanna pushed a shaky hand through her hair and tried to gather her wits. She saw Damian lock the door after her before coming to pull her up against him. “Come up to bed. We really don’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing, do we?”

  Ignoring the silken sweep of his voice on her senses, Hanna strained away. “Being my boss doesn’t give you the right to order me to bed.”

  “Ah, what fire. I must say I love when you defy me – or try to. You always did give as good as you got though.” He kissed her lips and effectively put rest to any more protests. “Now let’s go to bed.”

  Hanna’s soft cry of surprise filled the air when he swept her into his arms and carried her up to the bedroom before depositing her on the bed. He undressed her slowly and began to kiss every inch of her naked frame. Hanna shivered all through his ministrations though all the while she berated how easily she let him get his way. Or maybe…it simply suited her to let him think he was having his way all the time. Yes, that sounded like a better prospect.

  When he reached up to catch her lips, Hanna chose that moment to push firmly on his chest till she had him on his back. Her little smile of mischief had his eyes narrowing into slits of heated desire.

  “Allow me,” Hanna murmured, and this time she was the one to disrobe him. His tie, shirt, shoes and socks, followed by his trousers and then last to go were his black silk boxers.

  Hanna was done being the placid little assistant. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to play his malleable submissive tonight. Yes, he’d shown her so much and she knew she still had a lot to learn about her deepest, hidden urges to surrender. But tonight, just this once she wanted to know what it felt like to be the one in command.

  She got her first taste when she settled in between his thighs and he started up slightly. She pushed him back with a strength that surprised even her. “No. Don’t move.”

  He leaned back, his broad chest rising, expanding till he exhaled in a harsh gust. She smiled.

  “Very good,” she said demurely, her hands smoothing up his thighs. She knew feminine power then, when every muscle he had seemed to stiffen at her feathery touch. Not taking her eyes from him she let his thick, heavy cock fall into her palms. The weight of him sent her chest pounding till she felt breathless. His erection looked massive and angry within her small, light fingers.

  She’d fought the feeling so hard it didn’t seem real now: the way her whole self wished to engulf him till he flowed through her veins. As she stayed kneeling between his legs, Hanna at last understood Chet’s final words. She had to go for what she wanted, and stop denying herself what she really craved. Watching the agony etched on his handsome face, Hanna pumped him slowly, his girth wrapped in her delicate fist. She stilled, and then leaned forward to rest her lips on the glistening head, so broad and spear-like. She felt an unhurried enjoyment seeping through her skin and she welcomed it, darting out the tip of her tongue and flicking it over his entire cap.

  Damian groaned, his thighs growing taut as his hips strained slightly off the bed. Hanna closed her eyes briefly in delight as she parted her mouth and drew him in inch by shallow inch. With her mouth sealed around his firm, rigid flesh, she sucked hard, holding his mushroom cap in and twirling him with her tongue. She glanced up quickly at him and saw his lips move in an almost soundless yet heartfelt curse while his hands were knuckle-white, clutching at the sheets.

  Hanna wasn’t done yet. There was so much she wanted to explore. Like how much deeper she could take him than the last time she’d had him in her mouth. And how far she could push him before he found it impossible to hold back. She wanted his all; every single jet of his cum spilling into her throat and only then would she be content.

  It was the sweetest task she’d ever set for herself. So this was power. This was being in control of your lover’s every gasp and groan. Damian clenched up, lifting to meet her mouth, which stretched wider to take more of him, and more. How satiny his cock felt in texture, yet how steely in substance. He throbbed against the roof of her mouth and she moaned, the vibrations causing a deeper growl to escape from his lips.

  Her fingers stroked his balls and moved daringly lower, to tease that secret place as she bobbed energetically up and down his shaft.

  “Hanna. You’re…fuck. Killing me,” grunted Damian, his hips canting forward as he cupped the back of her head. Hanna read his movements and the sounds of his pleasure and knew just when he drew too close. She’d slow down on her active motions, instead wrapping him round with her dancing tongue and jacking his thick base with hands now damp from her dripping slurps and sucks. She felt as pushed to the edge as he was, and there was no line she wasn’t ready to cross. She noted how his belly sunk in with a pant as she rubbed on his secret entrance. She used tiny, teasing spirals till his cock seemed ready to explode within her lips. Not thinking twice about it, she pushed in just the slightest bit with her moist index finger. Her mouth shoved even further down his cock till he hit the back of her throat and her lips almost brushed the nest of dark curls at his crotch. One second later, he let out a roar and was gushing streams of thick, warm sperm to fill her mouth.

  Damian shuddered with every blast of his seed into her gullet. Hanna had never thought of the time she’d ever consider swallowing cum; she’d certainly never did that with Chet’s. But with Damian it was a personal choice she made to swallow each last trace of his essence, reveling in the taste of him that clouded her senses till she felt intoxicated. Then she carefully cleaned off each stray droplet from her lips and his tip. It was then she realized how much her pussy throbbed in between her legs and how her folds rubbed together in swollen wetness.

  She moaned when his fingers sank into her hair and drew her up to meet his kiss. It was a wild, hot kiss heavy with wicked promise that told her he was far from sated even if his cock had just been.

  They drew back at the same time and Hanna stared into his face which seemed chiseled from marble, his eyes now blue-black and liquid, for once seeming to soften his sharply handsome features. His hair, rich and dark, was a sexy mess she wanted to sink her fingers into.

  She’d always felt invisible to him, like she could never get through his hard shell. But now, instinct told her he was the source of all these strange feelings and notions taking her over. How could she have been in love with Chet if she’d so easily tumbled to Damian’s mastery? Quickly, Hanna lowered her eyes to conceal the vulnerability that suddenly flooded
her. She felt lost, frightened, even with her new-found power. He firmly tipped her chin up again so that he held her gaze and she grew wetter just watching him. Hanna could feel something pulling at her soul, and she gasped with all the weight of need brought on by this man.

  His fingers reached up and combed through her disarrayed locks. “Tell me what you want,” he said, softly.

  His words sent a shiver through her. “I want…” She blinked, heart pounding faster and faster. “I want you.”

  She’d never have imagined what her simple response would instigate. The rest of the hours before dawn, she had the most ferocious sex she’d ever experienced. Damian took her in ways that had scarcely been conceived. She was certain of it. And his appetite seemed to be never-ending, immeasurable.

  Days after, Hanna would remember with soaked inner thighs how she’d thrashed about beneath him, feeling hands, lips and his thick hard heat making her swollen and slick. She came and came, ebbing and flowing with each thrust. Damian pushed the pleasure to build and build till it tumbled over into some new kind of bliss, like she’d never felt before.

  After what must have been her fifth orgasm, Hanna watched Damian come up for air, licking his way up her shivering body. He took each pink nipple into his mouth and suckled like a starved infant.

  Hanna moaned airlessly. “I can’t…no more,” she begged, tingling right to her bone marrow.

  But Damian merely chuckled softly, lifting up on his elbows and edging his hard cock back into her pulsating sheathe.

  A warmth pooled in her belly, sending more wetness flooding between her legs as her sensitive flesh throbbed around his plunging shaft. Hanna felt hot and irresistibly drawn to his sexual energy that they seemed to batter her insides to submission. She’d never thought it imaginable that she could orgasm so many times. Even when her body screamed enough, her mind told her she could take plenty more.

  Damian’s breathing was heavy, his lips nuzzling her neck before he gently nipped her elbow. His hands roamed freely on her exposed skin, caressing and squeezing in ways that made her feel each touch to the extreme. Oh, how he made her feel. She needed each raspy bite, each drilling thrust. From now on, she only wanted to be fucked like this, with a streamlined savagery. Every lunge of his hips sending him through her walls like he had a battering ram between his thighs. Once, Hanna had believed true passion and lust could only be born from love and other sentimental emotions. What she felt for Damian went far beyond that, superseding everything she’d ever known about pleasing and being pleased by her man.

  Her man. Thinking of Damian in those terms had her chest rising and falling rapidly. With him everything was even more of a wonder, like when his hands traced her nipples and they turned to tiny diamond-cut buds of ecstasy. Or when he trailed his fingers down her small belly, all the way down to her sex with its small triangular patch of slick blond hair and made her clit engorge just by brushing over it. Hanna stared down at his cock ramming in and out of her folds, while his thumb pressed down on her sensitive nub. She lay there beneath him trembling and torn, arching her back and grunting at the amazing sensations.

  Damian had given her insights of what they might be, but nothing could ever eclipse the reality of being made to encounter every ounce of bliss he’d promised. His eyes were fastened on her face when she finally came, again, her mouth spilling with little yelping noises. He captured her mouth with his, his fingers coaxing her clit into several more mini-climatic shudders. Damian’s kiss was a moist, hungry, lingering treat. He dove in with that generous tongue of his that knew so well how to please her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, gripping his hair in her fingers while her inner muscles gripped him in twitching bursts that made him groan roughly.

  Her rhythmic clenching around him had him thrusting harder and faster, riding her into oblivion till he exploded deep inside her. Hanna couldn’t help the way every inch of her vibrated in orgasmic response. This new climax of hers knew no limits, pushing her face-first into a pool of pure pleasure. She had to have blacked out for a few minutes, because she was suddenly aware of being wrapped beneath the covers, gentle lips pressed to her now cool temple. Hanna sighed, losing herself inside the perfect mist of sleep.

  *

  Hanna woke up several hours later and heard Damian in the kitchen, talking with a woman who had a matronly, accented voice. Rightly assuming it was the housekeeper, Hanna quickly pulled on one of Damian’s oversized shirts, brushed her teeth with the spare packaged brush and tried to salvage her face and hair. She made her way to the kitchen and blushed when Damian promptly drew her to him and kissed her soundly.

  The housekeeper, a stout and portly woman smiled and cleared her throat, which made Hanna blush harder. Damian chuckled and drew back a bit. “Hanna, hope you’re hungry. Mrs. Alvarez made us a big breakfast.”

  Hanna was famished, and smiled gratefully at Mrs. Alvarez when she took in the feast spread out. The kitchen was filled with aromas that made Hanna want to swoon with pleasure.

  They were left on their own to eat while the housekeeper announced that she was going out to the market to get some supplies. Hanna’s eyes felt drawn to Damian dressed in a pristine white shirt, open at the neck and tucked into his dark pants, making him just as edible as the food before her. She looked down when he grinned her way.

  “That shirt suits you more than I think it ever did me,” he commented, indicating her attire with his cup of coffee.

  Hanna’s fingers crumbled her bread. “You know I still have to get back to my house so I can dress for work.”

  He nodded. “I’ll take you once we’re done.”

  Her brow creased slightly. “Did you mean what you said, about this house?” Hanna felt silly for bringing that up but she seemed incapable of holding it back.

  “Sure,” he said casually, reaching forward to refill her glass of fresh orange juice from the pitcher. “I got this place with us in mind, Hanna. There’ll be weekends, and some times during the week I’ll require us to spend time together. This place will be perfect for our needs.”

  “What, like a love nest?” Hanna asked through tight lips. She should have guessed. Why did she even imagine for a second this would be anything but a little hideaway where they could indulge in kinky games whenever he had the need. She must have been a fool to think he’d planned it as their home where he intended they move in together. That he’d even – lord help her – propose. Ask her to be in his life as something other than his property, a sex doll he could dominate according to his pleasure.

  He tipped up a dark brow at her tone. “I’d like to have you all to myself as much as possible but you and I know that with my kind of schedule, that’s not practicable.” He leaned in again, this time to tease a stray blonde lock within his thumb and forefinger. “Think about how good it was last night…this morning. Tell me you don’t get wet thinking about coming back here and letting me show you how much more there is in store. There’s a room in particular within the house that I chose to decorate myself, and once we can make time I’m giving you a guided tour.”

  “Let me guess…that would be your little room filled with every depraved toy and prop known to man where you intend to introduce me to the joys of BDSM.” She twisted her lips at his look of surprise. “Oh, I heard the gossip. Your ex-girlfriends do get a bit chatty and drippy when I give a listening ear before I have to kick them out on their butts. I might like it a little rough as I discovered on our trip, but no way I’m into whips and chains or having to be neck to toe in leather.”

  Damian actually threw his head back and laughed heartily. Hanna scowled, detesting her heart for lurching at the sound of his deep, throaty mirth.

  “For once, you don’t have to believe all you heard about me. I might like some mild BDSM but that’s it. A little role play, light discipline and the like. I told you, Hanna; you’ll like everything I want to do to you and in fact will look forward to having it done to you again and again.”

  Shit. He was righ
t. The devil was always right but that didn’t make Hanna feel any less peeved. Not sparing him another word, she dumped her mutilated toast and flounced out of the kitchen to get ready, trailed by his hearty chuckles…

  *

  Eventually Damian drove her to her apartment and she quickly went in to get ready for work.

  Damian walked in after her and was waiting in the front room for a few minutes. He’d never been inside her personal space before. Suddenly curious, he ventured in further, walking down the hall to her bedroom. He came to a standstill once inside, knowing the bed was one she’d shared with Chet which gave him an overwhelming urge to burn it to cinders.

  He sighed raggedly and combed fingers roughly through his hair. Hanna came in from the bathroom, saw his expression and teased, “Look, you don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I can easily get a cab to work if you’re in a hurry.”

  “It’s not that at all,” Damian said gruffly. He reached for her nape, cupping it and drawing her closer till the gap between them lessened. “I’m happy you’re mine now. I watched you with Chet. I hated him. He didn’t treat you right and you deserve so much more.”

  “Funny enough he said much the same thing,” Hanna murmured. Damian growled, quelling his anger at the fact they were even mentioning that toad’s name. He didn’t even want to think of the possibility that Hanna might still be in love with the jerk.

  Damian had zero likeness for Chet. Chet didn’t appreciate Hanna the way he should have. Hanna worked hard to support them while Chet had never bothered to keep a job – unless his questionable musical aspirations could be considered a worthwhile pastime.

  Damian knew for a fact that Chet had cheated on Hanna, even before Damian had been in the picture. Damian had actually hired an investigator to follow Chet and take pictures to prove it. It had been Damian’s intention to show them to Hanna on their trip but then she’d told him about Chet breaking up with her so Damian decided the pictures were no longer necessary. But if she kept thinking of Chet as some wronged hero, there was no saying what Damian would do.