Page 38 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

As she fell to her knees and began lustily tonguing his hardness, he gripped her hair and guided her movements, savoring the lewd attention for endless minutes…until he felt his orgasm looming.

“I need to fuck you,” he suddenly exclaimed. “Straddle me.”

Placing her T-shirt on the leather bench and sitting down, he held her waist as she took hold of his member and slowly impaled herself.

“Make us come!” he commanded, clutching her breasts. “Do it.”

She let out a cry…then began to move. He knew she loved following his orders, and as he nibbled her nipples, he instructed her to move faster.

“Manny….”

“I know,” he growled, feeling himself at the edge and pulling back to slap her large mounds. “Don’t stop until you come. You hear me? I want to hear you come.”

“Oh…oh…Manny… please may I.”

“Fuck yeah!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Arriving at The Hamptons Hideaway, Donovan found it just as impressive as he remembered. The costume Sam had arranged had already been delivered, but he was too tired to check it out. After a good night’s sleep, he’d spend the following day studying the information in the envelope.

After unpacking the few clothes he’d brought with him, and taking a much needed long, hot shower, he stretched out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Though being thrown into the lion’s den with no notice wasn’t ideal, he was a master at improvisation. Finally beginning to relax after his hectic trip, he called room service for some much needed food, then closed his eyes and thought about Phoebe.

His feelings for her were unique.

She was a spitfire, but so damn smart it was almost scary. It was hard to believe she was the daughter of such a wealthy and important man, but then it dawned on him she’d probably inherited her father’s pluck and spirit. She’d said her mother was an architect, and he wondered if she worked for the company her father had built from scratch. He smiled. It was no wonder Phoebe was such a strong, bright young woman. As he flashed back to the unforgettable moment when she’d laid herself over his spanking bench in his dungeon, he felt his cock begin to stir, but a sharp knock startled him awake. Relieved room service had arrived, he slipped from the bed, tightened the cord around his bathrobe, then strode from the bedroom and through the living area.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he declared, opening the door.

“You are? I thought you’d be furious--and how did you know I was coming?” Phoebe asked, grinning up at him. “Did Sam figure it out and call you!”

“What the hell. How did you get here?”

“By plane and a taxi of course,” she replied, marching past him. “Wow, this is really nice.”

“Are you completely crazy?” he shouted, closing the door behind her.

“But, Donovan, you just said you were glad I was here.”

“I thought you were room service!” he shot back. “How did you manage to get out of the lodge? And what about Nadia?”

“Nadia? Oh, your assistant. I was gone before she arrived. In fact, I left shortly after you did.”

“Answer the question! How were you able to leave my lodge? There’s no way a car could find their way up there. Wait…did you take my bike?”

“It was the only transportation available. It’s fabulous by the way.”

“You are the most impossible, frustrating, irresponsible—”

“Hey, I’m not irresponsible. I’m here to help.”

“I cannot believe this is happening,” he muttered, staring at her and shaking his head, but before he could continue there was a light tapping on the door, and a male voice said, “Room Service.”

“Sit down and don’t say another word,” he warned, stepping back to the door and opening it.

“Would you like me to set this out in the dining room. sir?” the young man asked as he pushed in the trolley.

“No, thank you, it’s fine where it is,” he replied, quickly signing the bill. But as the waiter left, Donovan took a moment to gather his thoughts, and headed back to the bedroom.

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