“You’re amazing,” he said, his fingers knotting in her silky hair, loosening her braid until it her locks cascaded down around her shoulders. God, everything she did felt so fucking good, so hot. With every stroke of her tongue, his climax built, threatening to tear through his body.
“More,” she said, speaking around a mouthful of his cock. “Harder.”
“As you wish.” He fucked her hot, wet mouth as hard as he’d wanted to fuck her delectable pussy, thrusting into her throat as she massaged his balls. When she slipped a hand behind him and cupped his ass, driving him deeper into her mouth, he lost it, pumping her harder and faster, pistoning his hips until he couldn’t take it any more. His orgasm exploded from his cock in a hot torrent that slid down her throat, his legs shaking, his feral growl like an animal in the woods.
Swallowing his release, the woman slid his cock out of her mouth slowly, a mischievous grin lighting up her face.
Jared cupped her chin in his hand. “Bloody hell, woman.”
“We should probably…” she gestured toward the door, rising to her feet and smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress.
“Nice try,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow in question.
“Do you really think I’d let you get away with that?” he asked, sliding his arms around her waist. He found the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it down slowly, his fingers tracing the path of her bared flesh. “I know you’re wet right now. I know you want me to do things to you, all the dirty things we’ve been talking about on the phone. Isn’t that right, love?”
Her dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet like black water. Jared pressed his mouth against her nipple, sucking it hard through the white lace of her bra while his fingers slipped down the front of her panties. Just as he’d predicted, she was soaked with desire, his skin gliding easily over her slippery flesh.
“What if someone comes?” she said, barely holding on.
“Oh, someone will come. You.”
“But this house—”
“Don’t worry,” he said, still stroking, teasing her outer lips with a finger. “I know the owner.”
As she moaned beneath his touch, Jared gave her a final command. “We’re not leaving this house until you come all over my cock, screaming for mercy. Understood?”
Chapter Eighteen
The hard slap on her bare ass was shocking, a jolt of passion that left a white-hot sting in its wake, drenching Ari’s throbbing pussy with desire.
He’d already eaten her out, bringing her to ecstasy with his tongue and lips, and now he smacked her again, then stroked her gently, soothing her heated flesh, murmuring against her ear in a tone so deep and sexy it almost made her come for the second time.
She was face down on a bed in a garden guesthouse, her cries of passion muffled by the pillows, her ass in the air, every inch of her body craving his touch. Hard, and then soft. Fierce, and then soothing. The flood of sensations made her drunk and dizzy, desperate for more.
She couldn’t believe he was here, their paths criss-crossing from Manhattan to Dutchess County, brought together by art and money and chance. His presence at the fundraiser complicated things—Ari still had plenty of work to do before the evening’s end—but she didn’t regret running into him.
Kissing him.
Sucking him.
Sliding into bed with him.
Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, so right.
So incredibly, mind-blowingly perfect.
“Don’t stop,” she begged him, her words a hoarse whisper. “I need you so bad. Please.”
He trailed his fingers over the soft curve of her ass, and everything melted away: her job, the LaPorte painting, the lies she’d told, the risks. All that mattered was her sexy, commanding Brit, his caress lighting a fire deep in her belly, his kiss a drug on which she’d happily overdose.
Another slap stung her skin, and then he slid his hand up her back, fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He tugged hard as he positioned himself on top of her, licking her neck, her ear. His cock was rock hard between the cheeks of her ass, so ready for what they’d both been fantasizing about all week.
“Remind me again how you like to be fucked,” he said, dipping a finger between her thighs and stroking her. “Because I know you’re ready for me, love.”
“Rough,” she panted.
He stopped touching her just long enough to roll on a condom, teasing her slick entrance with the head of his cock, driving her insane. “What’s that, darling?”
“I want you to fuck me hard and fast.” She squirmed before him, arching her back and spreading her legs expectantly. “Please. I can’t take it. Please don’t make me wait another minute.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He smacked her ass again, then thrust into her hard, digging his fingers into the soft flesh around her hips. He drove into her from behind, and then pulled out slowly, slamming back into her slick pussy with a force that only made her want more.
She screamed into the pillow, thrusting her hips back to bring him in deeper, her body so needy, so hot for him. Beneath her flesh, the sheets felt soft and cool, a delicious contrast to the heat from the strong, muscled force pinning her down from behind.
After all of Ari’s fantasies, the memories of his touch in the closet at the auction, their sinful nighttime phone calls, nothing could’ve prepared her for this. For the feel of his punishing cock, the way he dominated her without ever once taking it for granted.
In and out he plunged, knowing exactly how hard to push, when to slow down, when to drive in deep. His cock filled her completely, stretching her wide as he plundered her again and again and again until she was nearly unconscious from the pleasure, the heat, the bliss of submitting.
With one hand fisted in her hair, he tugged her head back, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you at that penthouse,” he said. “All I could think about was having you in my bed, fucking you deep, feeling your pussy grip me like this.”
She whimpered beneath him, the commanding, masculine sound of his voice bringing her closer to the edge.
He shifted backward, grabbing her thighs and spreading her even wider, stroking her pussy with his huge, perfect cock. Her walls tightened around him as her climax started to build, her entire body wound as tight as a drum, waiting for the release.
With both of his strong, unyielding hands, the man squeezed her ass, and then slid his hands up her back again, grabbing her shoulders.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”
With a groan he slid out of her, then slammed against her ass, driving his cock inside her again and again, fucking her so hard her breasts bounced beneath her, her nipples stiff against the crisp sheets, her flesh covered in sweat.
Ari had never been fucked like this, so raw and primal and perfect. Her entire body was on fire, drenched with lust. She wanted to make it last, to remember it, but she was slipping away, her body tensing for the release that was so, so close…
“You want to come,” the man said, reaching around her to stroke a finger over her clit. “I can feel it. Your pussy wants to come all over this cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, barely conscious. God, his touch, his words, everything he did turned her into jelly. She couldn’t hold out another minute…
“Come for me, love. Come for me hard.” He slid into her deep, and with a final stinging slap against her ass, she came with a force like a storm, her cries nearly shattering the windows as the man grasped her hips and pounded, driving himself right over the edge with her, growling in her ear with a sound so guttural, so possessive, it would never, ever leave her.
For a few minutes, neither of them moved, content in their hot embrace, their bare flesh cooling in the night air, the crickets outside singing them into a blissful state of peace. Ari’s entire body seemed to vibrate, blood thrumming through her veins, her nerve endings electrified from his touch.<
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Despite the jumble of nerves in her belly, she hadn’t felt so fucking good—no, so fucking alive—in years.
The man shifted to his side, pulling her with him, caging her against his chest with strong arms. “The thing is,” he said, nuzzling her hair, “we’ve got a problem.”
We’ve got several, Ari thought, but she wasn’t quite ready to think about reality. “What’s wrong, Stranger?”
“There are nearly three hundred people in the house,” he said, “and I’ve got zero interest in going back inside.”
“That makes two of us,” she said, loving the feel of his bare chest and abs against her back, his lips near her ear.
“I’m afraid I’ve developed quite a taste for you.” The Brit nibbled her neck. “I don’t think I can stop after just one go-round.”
Ari felt the same way, and wondered how long they could continue their steamy affair. She’d already broken so many rules…
But God, this was so worth it.
A lot of men thought they knew how to dominate a woman, but for them it was all about ego gratification. She’d been disappointed in the bedroom more times than she could count, most notably—and most often—by Vincent, the snake.
But a man like this, she marveled, knew how to be real. How to test her boundaries, push her to the edge without ever taking advantage. Submitting to him came easily. His demanding touch was like a down payment, a promise that he’d always bring her to sheer bliss in the end.
In return, she trusted him with her desires, with her most intimate fantasies.
She couldn’t believe they were lying in a stranger’s bed, hiding out in a bubble of post-sex perfection while hundreds of people sipped Champagne and made small talk inside the main house.
At any moment, someone could come looking.
Ari was so turned on she could barely keep still.
“Touch me,” she whispered, aching for him again. “I’m still so wet. If you don’t do something, I might have to touch myself.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Darling, if you want me to pass up on the opportunity to see you touching yourself, your marketing plan needs serious work.”
“Please,” she said. “I need your hands on me. Right now.”
Without another protest, he slipped his hand between her thighs, stroking her deep from behind. She arched backward, guiding his fingers deeper, moaning when he hit her g-spot.
“Yes,” she breathed, her moans spurring him on, his fingers stroking her faster, deeper. “God, right there.”
She tensed every muscle, holding her breath as he brought her closer and closer.
“Turn,” he whispered, guiding her onto her back. “I need to see your face.”
She did as he asked, opening her legs wider. He massaged her clit with his thumb, his fingers stroking her channel as he leaned in close, dragging his teeth across her nipple, and then flicking it with his tongue.
It was ecstasy.
The thought of calling an end to it, of returning to her reality… Ari couldn’t bear it. It wasn’t just his masterful touch, his dominant command. It was him, she realized. It was all of him. Just like that night in Central Park, she didn’t want to say goodbye. Not ever.
She wanted to know him. Wished she could.
And he’d wanted to know her—the real her. But she’d pushed him away every time with lies and deflections. With kisses. With her flesh.
She had to.
This is your life, Arianne. What’d you expect? You never should’ve gotten attached.
But it was too late for never-should-haves. She was attached.
Ari’s throat constricted with a knot of unshed tears. She swallowed it down, winding her fingers into the man’s thick, dark hair as he tongued her nipples, thrusting against his fingers as he went deeper and deeper…
“God, yes!” Without warning, her pussy clenched around his fingers, her body flooding with liquid heat as she shattered once again.
And not a moment too soon.
Someone was there.
“Jared?” Another Brit called from just outside the front door, his knock urgent. “Dinner is nearly over. Hastings senior is looking for you. Shall I tell him you’re… otherwise engaged?”
Ari closed her eyes. She didn’t care if the other Brit was her man’s brother, or cousin, or his best friend from home. She just wanted him to disappear, to let them live in this fairytale bubble just a little while longer.
“What do you think, darling,” her man whispered, climbing on top of her and positioning himself between her thighs. Despite three orgasms already, she was still so wet for him, so hot. He kissed his way down her throat, licked her throbbing nipple. “I think you’d like to go another round.”
“Mmmm.” She nodded, arching against him, desperate for the friction. “I want more. Please.”
Judging from the hard cock thickening between her thighs, Ari thought he was in agreement, but another rap on the door interrupted them.
“Honestly, Blackwell,” the man outside said, totally impatient now. “You’ve got five minutes before I send the old man out here to find you. Wrap it up.”
Ignoring him, her man reached for another condom. “Don’t worry, love. He’ll go away.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” she said, her eyes drifting closed.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ve only got five minutes.”
“Oh, you and I can do a lot of damage in five minutes.” He pressed his mouth against hers, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth.
She was still coming down from the high of her last orgasm, her body quickly revving up for the next, when an alarm rang suddenly in her head.
It was faint and fuzzy, struggling to find its way through the haze in her mind, but it was real. Heat pooled in her stomach with a twist of fear that had nothing to do with this man’s punishing hands.
What had the other Brit called him?
Ari kept her eyes shut, desperate to remember. She couldn’t focus, her thoughts slipping away as the man teased her clit with delicate strokes.
“Open your legs,” he said. “Wider.”
She did as he asked, her legs spreading to give him access.
“Your… that guy outside,” she said. “Who was that?”
“A lousy git,” the man said. “Also known as my business partner, Evan. But don’t worry; he’s a lot more bark than bite. Unlike me. I’m all bite.”
To prove it, he nipped at her shoulder. Ari barely registered the sting against her flesh. The warning in her head grew deafening, realization dropping into her stomach like a stone.
“But he… the man… Your name is Blackwell?” she asked. God, she hated the desperation in her voice, but her blood ran cold, her whole body tightening with panic and dread as the pieces clicked horribly into place.
She had to know.
He slid his cock inside her, pumping her slow and deep. “If I am, would it change things between us terribly? I know how you feel about torrid affairs with mysterious strangers.”
No, it can’t change… it isn’t… you can’t be…
Swatting away her thoughts like gnats, Ari sank into the decadence of his touch. The raw fear coursing through her veins was mingling with the sheer pleasure this man had unlocked in her, the anticipation of another beautiful release at his command. She was out of her mind, completely at his mercy as he thrust into her, rolling his hips, hitting her just right, just exactly right.
Davidson’s warning echoed in her head. Believe me when I say there is no room for error on this one, Arianne.
She’d promised him—promised herself—she wouldn’t screw up. That she’d see the job through, deliver everything Davidson had demanded and more. And once she’d found the painting from her father’s old cache, she’d made a new promise to herself, a promise that she’d investigate it, track down her father’s killer.
It can’t be.
The man leaned forward, capturing her mouth in a decadent kiss
, rocking gently against her body as he thrust his delicious cock into the pussy he’d so quickly come to possess.
No. Not him. Anyone but him.
Not this man, the one who’d brought her to the edge with every blissful stroke, who’d awakened her long-buried fantasies, who’d made her feel impossibly alive, who’d made her feel wanted.
No. This man could not be Jared Blackwell.
Billionaire benefactor.
Collector of fine art and automobiles.
Internet mogul.
One-time tabloid sensation.
And host of this evening’s thousand-dollar-a-plate fundraiser.
Otherwise known as her fucking mark.
“Tell me your name,” she whispered frantically, her body trembling beneath him. “Please?”
He kissed her neck, working his way up to her ear with a long, hot sigh. “Oh, all right. If you must know. Yes, love. I’m Jared Blackwell. And you are…?”
“In trouble.” Ari cupped his face in her hands, memorizing the feel of his stubbled jaw, the bemused look in his gorgeous honey-brown eyes, the soft curve of his full, ravishing lips. “A lot of fucking trouble.”
To Be Continued…
Bared to the Billionaire: Book 2
Chapter One
“You’re trembling, love.”
The whisper—Jared Blackwell’s whisper, of all people—passed softly through his lips, caressing Ari’s skin with a gentleness that belied his earlier intensity. With every second that passed, Ari was falling deeper into the web she’d spun around herself. Soon, she’d have no escape.
This man will be my undoing.
The realization of Jared’s identity—Davidson’s number one mark—was too much to process. Ari’s brain was flatlining, shutting down cell by cell and leaving the rest of her body to sort it out. But despite the disastrous turn of events, that treacherous little body of hers had given itself over completely; she was drowning in pleasurable spasms from his every touch.
“I’m okay.” Ari let out a long, slow breath, still dizzy with lust, even as reality chipped away at her thick wall of denial. “That was… wow.”
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