“God! David!” she cried, writhing beneath him. The urge to touch him, to make him feel as good as he made her feel, Diana placed her hands on his chest, running her fingers over the muscles of his chest, luxuriating in the feel of the crisp black hairs against his fingers and palm. She scraped one of his dark nipples with her fingernail and he groaned. Empowered, she scraped her nails over his chest, descending over the ridges and grooves of his defined ab muscles, stopping just shy of her prize. As if in a frenzy, David kissed her harder, deeper, tangling their tongues as if in a manic dance. His hand on her breast alternated between hard and gentle kneading, bringing her to the cusp of bliss through pleasure then pain. The hand between her thighs kept strumming, playing her clit, dragging deep chest moans from her throat as she hurtled toward orgasm. Just as she reached the edge, he stopped, sliding his fingers down to tease her opening. She bucked off the mattress, nearly flinging David from the bed, and he chuckled.
“So sensitive. So responsive. You are a beautiful wanton, Peaches,” he drawled, before taking her nipple into the scorching heat of his mouth, the same time he plunged two fingers into her channel. The pain was sharp—she’d never had something greater in width than a tampon in there before—but the burning ache that accompanied it was a revelation.
“More of that, please,” she begged, and he delivered, fucking her with two fingers as she sucked and flicked his tongue over her nipples. She trembled, her body on fire, screaming for release—the world fluttered to black before exploding into a trillion colors. She cried out, sounds and utterances she’d never made before spilling from her lips.
“That’s it, come for me. Spill your pleasure all over my hand,” David rasped.
Coming down from her shattering high, she fell limp onto the bed, panting. She didn’t know if she would ever move again.
“Oh no, Peaches. I’ve only just begun. Now, I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue…”
Even after he’d made her come on his face, he hadn’t been finished with her. He’d fucked her after that, entering her body like a man on a mission, piercing her maidenhead with little discomfort, and then taking her to heights she never thought possible.
Three times. She’d lost her virginity in the most spectacularly incredible mind-blowing way.
Her body pulsing with need from the memories of earlier, Diana cursed into the ceiling. She really should have drunk herself to sleep, perhaps she still could. She could empty the mini fridge and charge it to the room. She always slept better—dreamlessly—with a few fingers of liquor in her.
There isn’t enough booze on the planet to help you forget about David Brenner, his magnificent fingers, tongue, and cock.
Damn. David Brenner easily ruined her for other men…and he didn’t even know her. Not her name, not anything about her. Chances were, she’d never see him again, and she knew he’d never bother looking for her. She had been a one-night distraction, a few hours of pleasure without the benefit of emotions. He’d left his mark on more than just her body, though, she knew that now.
What the hell was she supposed to do about it?
Nothing. Forget him. Move on.
Easier said than done, but she would have to. There was no other choice. She’d made her bed, she’d had sex with a billionaire playboy, so what had she expected?
Chapter 7
Pulling up outside of the restaurant where he’d planned to meet Rick for a late lunch, David caught his reflection in the gleaming doors outside his Escalade as he stepped from the conveyance and onto the dirty sidewalk. Everything in New York was filthy, especially compared to Tokyo, where he’d been the day before. Straightening his suit coat, he cast a quick, empty smile to a duo of smartly dressed women as they strode passed, their gazes catching and remaining on him even as they continued on their way. They’d trip and fall on their faces if they weren’t paying attention. He had that effect on women, though. They often tripped and fell for him, doing whatever it took to get and keep his attention.
Except her.
Gritting his teeth, he forced thoughts of her from his mind as he continued into the restaurant, the chill air of the interior making the surface of his sunglasses fog up just the littlest bit. He removed them, folding them and then tucking them into his breast pocket.
Two weeks had passed since his last meeting with Rick, and he was eager to hear the news Rick had mentioned in their phone call that morning. Those two weeks had been long, and not just because of the traveling—he was used to traveling. One wasn’t born to restless parents without spending months of the year moving about from place to place. Besides that, now that he had a fortune at his disposal, traveling was about as easy as humanly possible. But that hadn’t been the case this time around. No matter where he went, no matter who he met, no matter how many times he spied a beautiful woman pinning him with “fuck me” eyes, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. It made him damned uncomfortable; getting a cockstand during a business meeting in Shanghai, and then again in Taipei. By the time he’d made his way to Tokyo, the last stop in his itinerary, he was about ready to fuck his way through the city, frustrated by his need but unable to assuage it. He’d tried. There were several times he’d thought to invite a woman to his room but…some time during the seduction, the desire waned. If it wasn’t the wrong color of her eyes, the scent of expensive perfume rather than the sensual aroma of peaches, or the façade of painted beauty rather than the natural
