looking up and seeing the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on, talking to Jerrod Lane. And then the fist that had hit him in the gut when he’d realized who that sensational creature was. He had expected her to come dressed for his party, but she’d come dressed for seduction. His. Well, maybe not exactly his, per se, but certainly for someone’s. And the sight of Lane putting moves on his personal property had just about worn that bastard’s welcome out with him. He had barely stopped himself from yelling out across the fucking room, for chrissake.
And when he’d gotten a look at the rock on her hand, he had suddenly felt so fucking possessive, it had scared the hell out of him, wondering who the fucking hell had put his dibs on her. And then he’d realized she was doing it up brown, pretending to be his fiancee, and the idea had sort of wound itself into his gut like a hot toddy, giving him some damn gnarly goose bumps, plus one big one in particular that had felt amazingly good pressed into her belly as he’d tricked her into kissing him.
He had never imagined how good she would feel in his arms-in his bed. And the woman could kiss. Oh, how she could kiss. When she’d opened to him he’d almost lost it completely. Her mouth had tasted like hot honey, like horny woman ready for action. He had been so fucking hard, he’d figured she’d likely slap his face and walk out, but she had let him hold her, fondle her, taste her.
God, how he loved the taste of her.
And she had tasted good all over. It had been challenging getting her to wake up enough to make love to her. In fact, he’d licked and sucked on her until she had come alive with passion, rewarding his efforts with the most mind-blowing sex he’d had as far back as he could recall.
He’d undressed her, taking off that irritatingly delicate blue and gold thing, and then her panties and garters and those silky nylons that sparkled like her legs were covered with glitter. The sight of his amazingly businesslike personal assistant gloriously naked, sprawled out across that fucking round bed, her breasts begging for his mouth, and her sweet, hot, mouthwatering pussy gleaming with moisture as she lay there-well, he’d totally lost his mind.
He had stripped and joined her on the bed, and as he’d run his hands over his new toy, he’d been in a dither as to how to get her to wake up and have some fun. But she’d been cuddly and succulent, and when he’d spread her pussy and gone down on her, she’d moaned and wriggled and grabbed his head, and he’d known she was willing.
Oh, how good she tasted, like hot honey butter. And the way she’d whimpered and moved as he had licked, sucked, nibbled, had enflamed him. He’d slid his fingers deep, feeling for her G-spot and finding it, watching her as she came hard again and again from the feel of his hands and tongue. She had completely blown his mind.
And when he’d slid up her naked body to pull her thighs around his hips, she’d clung to him and had taken every rock-hard, hot inch he had to give her. The sounds she made while he was inside her had driven him crazy. The way her body trembled and clenched when she came, clamping him hard and deep inside her ’til he thought he would die of delirium, the way she threaded her long, slim fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tight little nipples…
He almost came in his pants thinking about her.
No. He wasn’t going to give her up. Not for a long time. He usually lost interest the minute he had a woman, but Jill wasn’t just any woman. She belonged to him-lock, stock and contract. And he planned to get his money’s worth for every penny she’d spent dolling herself up and seducing him like that.
He glanced at his Rolex and wondered if she would be back at her laptop and working on his next month’s schedule. He had a massive batch of headache-inducing meetings coming up, and he needed her back on the job. But for the life of him, he couldn’t get his mind off her sweet pussy gleaming up at him as he bent to slide his tongue into her and she arched and cried out so deliciously.
Fuck. He had to get his mind back on business.
Chapter Five
“You are aware that your party is starting in less than four hours?” Tim’s deep voice was filled with irritation. “So where the hell are you? I take it you couldn’t get out of there like you promised…”
Jill winced, and ran one hand through her loosened hair. “I’ll be there. I promised, and I will. I called the airport and told them to have the jet standing by. I’m only an hour away in Tahoe. Tell Mom I didn’t forget.” She heard the door to the suite open, and she stiffened.
“You’re in Tahoe? I thought you were flying to Aspen.”
“Look…stop being such a mother hen. I said I’d be there and I will. See you in a couple of hours.” She hung up the phone and turned to face Mike, and the look on his face was not a friendly one.
“And where do you think you’re going in my jet in a couple of hours?”
She inhaled deeply, mentally counting. “Home. I promised my family I would be there and I will not disappoint them-again.” Her inflection on the final word had the desired effect.
“What time?”
“It won’t cut into your schedule. I’ll have the jet back here by midnight.”
His penetrating blue gaze stopped her cold as she realized he was walking slowly across the thick carpet, his eyes slipping down over her new teal-colored pantsuit. “I see you did a bit more shopping. Am I still solvent?”
Blushing furiously, she straightened and opened her mouth to tell him what she thought. Mistake. She should have made a strategic retreat. His hands were on her waist, dragging her close. His mouth found the deep vee of her blouse, and she gave a shudder of delight as he pulled her uncompromisingly against his thick, hard erection.
Managing a gasping reply, she shoved her palms flat against his chest to gain an inch of space to breathe. “Of course you’re solvent. In case you weren’t aware, you are filthy rich, Michael Furie, so don’t go giving me shit about buying a few things I needed.”
Ignoring her retort, his pressed a line of hot kisses to her throat and murmured seductively, “How long do we have before takeoff?”
“About an hour…”
He swept aside her resistance, making short work of the buttery-soft blouse and slacks, as she gasped and melted into him. The heat of his cock found its way past the thong that did nothing to conceal her pussy lips, and he sucked her puffed nipples through the lace of her wispy bra. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his hips as he entered her with a deep groan of sheer pleasure, firing her pulses and setting her aflame with every slow, deep plunge into her pussy.
“Jesus, that thong feels so fucking good dragging over my cock, Furie. I don’t think I can hold off much longer…”
Jill whimpered and thrust her clit against his opened zipper, ignoring the sharp teeth of metal. “Oh God…touch me…please…” she begged, and she felt him come just as his lean fingers sought her throbbing clit, sending her over the edge to follow him as he pinched her aching nub gently and lightly bit the side of her throat.
Her orgasm jolted through them both as her pussy clenched tight and milked every drop of his cum. “Are you trying to make me forget my birthday party, Boss?”
Her throaty voice stopped his thrusts cold as he realized with a jolt that it was her birthday. What a fucking jerk he was! She had even reminded him in notes on his schedule. No wonder she was so fucking pissed at him. He had forgotten. Again. He buried his lips in her velvet skin and calmed his mad need to fuck her until he got enough of her. Which would be roughly
“No. You won’t miss your birthday party, Furie. But I still have ten more minutes of quality time with this completely delicious pussy before we have to leave for the airport. So humor me, for God’s sake. And you won’t ever regret it. That’s MY promise…”
He unhooked her flimsy little bra and bent to suck a swollen nipple deep into his hungry mouth, rolling it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth as she gave a throaty cry of pleasure that made his cock harden into a steel pole once again. He felt her fingers clutching his hair as he adored her sweet breasts, beginning another slow, pulsing invasion of her succulently wet cunt, dripping with the thick cream from his first ejaculation. God, but he was getting badly hooked here.
She was so fucking responsive, he thought he would die from the heady pleasure of her tight little sheath
