Page 27 of Sweet Temptation

Hiking up the skirt of her little red dress—this one a Victoria Beckham—she hooked her fingers in the sides of her matching red silk bikini briefs. Working them down her thighs, she stepped out of them, then slid her hand between her legs.

“God.” She slid a finger inside—she was already wet, just from wanting John. She gasped when the door she’d just passed through opened, the threat of discovery heightening her senses, even though she knew it was John.

“Don’t you dare.” Striding forward quickly, he caught her wrist and tugged her hand from between her legs. “Don’t you dare.”

“I couldn’t wait.” Her words were breathless.

“You made me wait to see you. Don’t you dare cheat me out of one of your orgasms.” Eyes boring into her own, he slowly lifted the hand that had been so busy. Sliding her finger into his mouth, he sucked, and she went weak in the knees, knowing that he was tasting her.

“What’s behind this building?” With his free hand, he gestured to the garage doors; with the hand that still held her, he tugged her against his chest.

“A... An office building.” Her arousal skyrocketed when she saw the hint of a smile that curved his lips.

“Open one of the doors.”

She didn’t think about whether or not to obey; she was moving before she’d consciously absorbed what he’d said. Pressing one of the buttons mounted on the wall by the door they’d both passed through, she returned to him, anticipation making her limbs heavy.

She knew suave John, the businessman, and she knew sexy John, the man she’d given her body to. But as she looked at him in the dim light, she saw the absolute certainty he held that she would obey him...

This John was one hundred percent in control. Dominant. She hadn’t met this John before...but she liked him.

“See those windows in that office building? The first-and second-floor ones?” He smiled darkly when she nodded, her throat dry. “If we can see them, that means that they can see us if they only look hard enough.”

As he spoke, he cupped her right breast in his palm, as if testing the weight. She gasped when, without warning, he tugged the neckline of her dress down, and her bra with it, exposing her breasts. Her nipples tightened in the cool air, and she arched into his touch greedily.

“I don’t care if people see us.” She pressed against him, desperate for something. “I’m okay with it.”

“Oh, Meg.” Dipping his head, he kissed her, taking her deep from the moment their mouths pressed together. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She opened, and he swept inside, exploring and tasting and making her his own.

She whimpered when he pulled away, but he didn’t go far. With his mouth still so close that his breath misted warm on her skin, he whispered the words that made her lose control.

“Unless you tell me to stop, it doesn’t matter if you’re okay with it. You’ll do what I tell you to, because you trust me to give you what you need.”

“God.” She shuddered, a sudden wild thing trying to get closer to him, closer to what he promised. “Please.”

“I’m not God.” He smiled again, that sinful curve that seemed to belong to this dominant John alone. “But I’m going to make you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“I don’t know what—” He cut off her words by placing a finger on her lips.

“You don’t have to think about anything. Don’t have to worry about anything other than doing what I tell you.” With sure hands, he turned her in the circle of his arms until she faced away from him. “Right now, all you have to do is feel. Give yourself to me, and trust that I’ll catch you when you fall. Or better yet, when you fly.”

Placing a hand flat on her back, he bent her over the crate she’d been perched on when he’d joined her. Hand over hand, he placed her palms flat on the wood.

“Don’t move.” She felt him crouch, then startled at his touch when he placed a hand on the inside of her ankle. He trailed something silky up, up to the curves of her leg to her inner thigh, and she gasped when his finger, just the edge of it, brushed her clit.

“These are pretty panties.” He continued up, trailing them through the cleft of her behind, over the nape of her neck, around to her cheekbone. “Since you couldn’t wait to take them off, I’m just going to keep them. Going to tuck them right into my pocket here, so that when we go back out there, when you feel naked under that sexy little skirt of yours, you’ll look at me and know that at any minute, I can run my fingers over this and feel just how wet you got at the thought of me.”

Her mouth opened to reply, but all she could manage was a gasp. Then he was crouching behind her again, but this time it was his hand on her skin. He cupped her left ankle, then painted a ribbon up to her center. This time he slid a finger right inside her, stopping when she clenched around him.

“That’s my girl.” Pulling out slowly, he thrust his finger back in, and her palms slid on the crate. The scent of pine filled her nose as she pushed back against him, desperate for more. “You’re so tight. Swollen and wet, waiting for my cock.”

“Please.” Her voice was a scratchy whisper. “John, please!”

Behind her, he rose to his feet, brushing against her with every movement. The weave of cotton, the knit of wool, the cool hardness of his belt buckle awoke her nerves, her skin hot and sensitive to the touch.

“Well, since you said please.” She heard the metallic clink as he undid his belt. Her arousal skittered to a higher plane at the rasp of his zipper lowering, and again at the soft sound of his pants being lowered to his hips. The crinkle of the foil as he opened a condom, and his subtle exhalation as he sheathed himself.

She jumped when he pressed the head of his erection to her waiting heat, arching her back as he thrust his hips against hers.

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