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do jokes.

      And later I learned he wasn’t just anybody.

      Boy, did I pick the wrong cat.

      The instructions done, he slipped his phone into his pocket. Keeping his arm firmly around my waist he prised my arms away from his neck and clicked his fingers. A low-slung limo appeared like magic, the passenger door already swinging open.

      His eyes glittered into mine as light glanced off the hard line of his jaw. ‘Now you’ll come back to my hotel and finish what you started. Or you can walk away. Which?’

      Whoa. Did he mean it? Heat bloomed on my skin. Arousal enveloped my mind and made me dizzy. He’d tasted sensational, all honey and spice. And he felt even better, lithe and hard. Finish what I started? I could have finished him on the spot.

      I ducked down and clambered in.

      * * *

      In the car he eyed me from the far corner while he murmured some more into his phone.

       Who was this?

      Too late to worry about that now. Tingling with excitement I drew in great lungfuls of air and flatly refused to look down from the high wire he’d just stretched over the void by calling my bluff. In the hotel elevator I launched myself at him and we fused together for long, blissful seconds, parting only to tumble out onto his landing and in at his door.

      His suite was vast, the lighting low. There was music somewhere, singing. Before the door had slammed shut at the back-kick of his heel he’d pushed me up against a wall, wrenched my tight cocktail dress down to pin my arms and expose my breasts and then pressed his knee between my thighs.

      He placed his hands flat on the wall at either side of my head and locked his eyes onto mine. His voice thrilled through me in a low throaty growl. ‘So, how do you like it? Hard? Soft? Slow? Fast?’

      ‘I have to choose? How about all four?’ I tried for playful but something in his steely gaze warned me he didn’t do playful.

      How right I was.

      ‘Fine by me.’ He descended on my mouth and ground against me, kneading my breasts, pressing the hard column of his erection deep into my belly. I writhed against him trying to get closer and savoured the fierce heat of his tongue, filling me like I wanted filling but all in the wrong place. I started making little moaning noises deep in my throat as he pulled and tweaked at my nipples, sending shafts of heat straight to my groin.

      He answered with low growls of his own as he pulled my dress down further so my arms were rammed against my sides and now I was trussed. He forced my legs wider and pressed his whole body against me while he took his hand away to unfasten his shirt, dragging his tie away from his shirt collar with a hiss and snapping at buttons. If I could have moved I’d have undone his flies for him but when my hands fluttered somewhere near his hips he pulled away from my mouth and grinned, his hand slipping down to explore me.

      I whimpered as his fingers searched my swelling needy places and came away shining wet.

      He rammed me against the wall with his chest as he held his hand close to my face. ‘What’s this? No panties? And wet already? Disgraceful. Lick.’

      I ground my hips against him willing him on – and in – but he grinned and held his fingers closer, dangling his hand over my face to make me arch my neck to reach.

      The deep rumble of his voice and the hot tingle of his touch sent flames licking all over me, little teasing darts promising so much pleasure I felt I might explode any minute. It was made worse by the growing feeling that he had his own plans and we were tracing out some pattern of sex that was new to me. His movements were confident and assured, his air of command as clear as the slice of a whip.

      At last I stretched high enough to reach him. I pulled his fingers deep into my mouth and fellated eagerly. I tasted myself, salty and warm, and smelled my need, my thick juices filming his fingers with womankind’s very own original and best-ever lube. After a while he drew me away from the wall and bent me over, supporting me firmly by the hips with one hand and pushing me down low with the other.

      ‘Now me. Make me wet too. Take it in one, all the way.’

      I gasped as he freed himself. It sprang out of his flies right before my face, purple and hot, tantalisingly out of reach while my arms were still pinned. I longed to touch it, map its silky ridges with my fingertips, measure its heat and its length and let my fingers tell my brain how good it would feel when it surged up inside me or maybe lunged deep into my throat. But it seemed only window-shopping was allowed.

      ‘Let me go,’ I pleaded, desperate now. ‘Loosen my arms. I want to feel you.’

      It was awkward bent over like this, so close to the dark, warm richness of his loins – and deeply frustrating.

      Above me I heard him chuckle. ‘No hands. Mouth first. All in one.’

      Fire raged between my legs, still pegged wide by his feet. Awkward in my tight, bunched dress, I leaned over as he bucked towards my face and I plunged down over his shaft. He tasted gorgeous, hot and hard and salt. With a massive lunge I shifted so my throat curved right over and I managed him, riding back up a little way to reach the tip, swirled my tongue along the shallow curve at the top and lunged again. He gave a low growl that echoed somewhere in his belly close to my ear and then he pulled me upright.

      ‘Good girl. Now keep very still.’ Holding my eyes he reached into his trouser pocket. I heard the rip of foil and then all at once he pushed me hard back against the wall. I bucked forwards to reach him and with a matching thrust he entered me in a single plunge and pushed right up inside.

      ‘Yes,’ I screeched at the rightness of it. He felt so good, hot and thick, all I craved. With a few more thrusts he drove into me and then just as I thought I’d spill over into a massive climax he stilled, impaling me on his shaft, and stared into my face.

      His eyes glittered. ‘Is this what you want? Hard, like this? Fast?’

      ‘Yes, yes. Please don’t stop. It’s glorious.’ I was panting now, desperate for him to finish and to finish me.

      He continued to stand very still, buried deep inside me. ‘Ah, but it’s not that simple. You want more. You asked for soft and slow. Over here.’

      He eased himself away and in one swift move he swept me up in his arms like a limp rag doll. He carried me into the middle of the room and laid me down gently on the rug. ‘You want soft? We’ll do soft.’

      ‘Loosen my arms. I can’t reach you.’ I was frantic now, longing to touch him, still forbidden.

      He smiled slowly for the first time, showing perfect teeth. ‘I know.’

      ‘But I want to touch you,’ I pleaded.

      His smile vanished. ‘Quiet.’ Pushing my knees apart he leaned down and began to feast.

      It was too much. My arousal had been pounding like a drumbeat since the moment we’d met and now it rocketed through me like gunfire. I screeched aloud and writhed under his mouth and at last he took mercy on me and released me long enough to haul me up a little and flip me over.

      My arms still pinned, he pushed my head down onto the floor, squashing my cheek hard against the soft pile of the rug, and pulled my hips up a little way to expose my ass. I shuddered as he began to fondle me with long, loving sweeps of his hands, making low growling animal noises of appreciation somewhere deep in his throat. The sound thrilled through me, making me moan.

      ‘Now we’ll take it slow and when you come again we’ll take it fast.’

      ‘How can you do this?’ How much longer could he hold out? It was delicious, mind-boggling – and entirely unexpected. I’d thought this would be over in seconds. Now I could see it lasting half the night. ‘And please loosen my arms. I can’t balance.’

      ‘Quiet. Spread your legs. Wider.’ He pushed at my ankles and now my ass was high in the air

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