Page 40 of Business or Pleasure

“I’m glad you like the way I look.” He cupped my chin and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “And you,” he shook his head, “I canna think of a word strong enough to express how beautiful you are.”

I darted my tongue out, lightly touching the pad of his thumb. “Beautiful’s a good word.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him, his erection pressed against my stomach. The reddish-brown hair on his torso chafed my nipples, sending little shivers of pleasure through me. I didn’t remember that from our first night together, but I had considerably less to drink tonight.

“It’s not good enough.” His voice had dropped to a pleasant rumble. “But since I don’t have the words, let me show you.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care. I flexed my hands on his chest, marking his skin, making him growl. He didn’t make that particular noise before, and boy, did it do things to my libido.

Then he was moving, kissing my chin, my neck, my collarbone, as he went to his knees. His hands slid from my hips up to my breasts, cupped them, brushed his thumbs across my nipples. They tightened as a jolt of pleasure went through me.

His mouth found one next, and his tongue moved back and forth across the tip before he began to apply suction to the tightening flesh. The first pull made me moan, and the second had my head falling back, my eyes closed. His mouth was amazing. Hot and wet, he worked over the sensitive skin with teeth and tongue. A slightly sharp bite of pain, followed by a soft pass of his tongue over the throbbing flesh.

And then he did the same thing to the other one.

The most exquisite pain and pleasure I’d ever felt, and it almost took me to my knees.

Then his mouth was gone, kissing between my breasts and down my stomach. Laughter bubbled out of me as his tongue circled my belly button, and then the sound turned into something more like a groan as his head moved lower.

“I’m…I’m gonna fall,” I managed to gasp out as he kissed just above my mound.

“Sit.”

I did, sinking down on the bed. In one smooth motion, he pushed my knees apart and buried his face between my legs. The noise I made would’ve been embarrassing if I’d been able to think about anything other than what his tongue was doing. I squirmed, desperate to get away but equally as desperate for more. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place, forcing me higher, further, until my body couldn’t take it anymore, and I came, calling out his name.

From inside a blissful, post-orgasmic haze, I was dimly aware of falling back onto the bed, of Baylen moving me so that my legs weren’t hanging off the side. By the time he climbed onto the bed, condom in hand, however, I was completely aware and ready for more.

“Let me.” I sat up and held out my hand.

He handed over the condom, smiling as I reached for his cock. Silky smooth and thick, I took a moment to enjoy the feel of him, the weight. He groaned as I stroked him, so I did it a few more times before finally taking mercy on him and rolling on the thin layer of latex.

“Lay down,” I said as I got to my knees. “It’s my turn to do the work.”

He laughed but did as I asked, folding his hands behind his head as he stretched out. His gaze stayed on me as I moved to place a knee on either side of his waist. I ran my fingertips along the length of his shaft, from base to tip, studying each minute twitch of his facial muscles, each sharp intake of breath. Later, I’d use those to explore how long I could drive him crazy. Right now, I didn’t have the patience.

Wrapping my hand around him, I held him in place and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I was wet enough to keep the friction from being painful, but not enough to make it easy. I had to take him only an inch at a time. His hands slid up and down my thighs, the tension in his touch telling me he was being tortured as much as I was.

When I finally had him all inside, I let out a sigh, my only movement a slight rocking back and forth, as if it was too much for me to stay completely still. Baylen’s grip on my legs tightened, and he muttered something I couldn’t understand, his accent too thick, the words too quiet.

“What?” The word came out breathless.

“You’re amazing.” He sat up, wrapping an arm around my waist. Most of his height was in his legs, but I still had to tip my head back to look at his face now. “The way you feel. The way you look. Fuck, Harlee, I…I don’t have the words.”

I put my hand on the side of his face. “I get it. Completely.”

He nodded and leaned back enough to give us both space to move. Quickly, the tender moment gave way to the screaming need inside, and we stopped talking. We didn’t look away, though, and despite not using words, as we chased pleasure together, I felt as if we were still communicating. Though what we were saying, I wasn’t sure, only that it came from a connection I’d never experienced before.

I came first, still sensitive from my previous orgasm, but only seconds after I tightened around him, he followed, pulling me close. I buried my face in the spot between his shoulder and neck, breathing in the masculine scent of him. His hand moved up and down my spine, a soothing touch I didn’t realize I needed, and at that moment, I knew that something had shifted between us, and it was going to change everything.

Eighteen

Baylen

Harlee had been as surprised as I when she woke up in my arms this morning. I had a vague memory of us cleaning up some after we had sex, but I couldn’t remember if I asked her to stay or if we were both so tired, we just fell into bed together and didn’t stir until it was morning.

Either way, things hadn’t been as awkward as they could have been. I asked if she wanted to stay for breakfast, but she declined. She did, however, accept my offer of calling for a car.

I expected to feel at least a bit of relief when she left with a simple ‘thank you for a lovely night,’ but that wasn’t the case. My room was too quiet. A shower refreshed me, but the restless feeling didn’t leave. Feeling slightly guilty for how much I ignored her this week, I called over to Brigh’s room, and we went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I had no intention of bringing up anything about Harlee to Brigh. She knew I had slept with Harlee, but she didn't know I knew she knew. Better ignore it than risk her saying anything to Alec, getting Harlee in trouble.

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