Page 15 of The Businesswoman and the Bartender

He gently rubbed her stinging flesh and leaned over her. One side of her face rested on the bed, and he kissed the side facing him before he murmured, “How’s that for a bit of good, old-fashioned roughness?”

She chuckled and nodded her approval against the mattress.

“Do you know how hard it was to watch you walk away from the bar last night?” he grunted in her ear as he stroked her hair. “Your face was all flush and pretty, and then you turned away from me, and I only had a few seconds to savor you. To watch this ass of yours in those tight pants as you left. The memory of it kept me up all night.”

Another smack came down, this time on the other cheek. It felt so good, she could barely stand it. She gulped air and trembled, trying to construct a sexy comeback. Instead, she huffed out a breath in wonder and said, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

He flipped her back over abruptly and caught her gaze, once again giving her that look. As if his main purpose in life was to stare and drink her in, even if civilization itself was ending outside the doors of this room.

“I can’t either,” he said in a hushed tone.

He quickly stood and reached down to grab his wallet from the pocket of his trousers. When he tossed the square foil down on the bed, she reached forward and gripped his erection through the briefs. His hips jerked, and his breath caught as she lightly squeezed the firm bulge.

“Take these off,” she ordered. “Now.”

With a tiny laugh, he followed her command. He pushed the black cotton down his thighs, and his cock sprang free, a firm column of flesh surrounded by a nest of light-brown hair. She wanted nothing more than to get her mouth around it, so she rose onto her knees and moved into the center of the bed. She crooked a finger at him, intending to get him properly positioned.

A suggestive smile lit up his face as he shifted onto the mattress and advanced toward her, but she pushed him to sit back against the headboard. His sturdy legs spread open, and she kneeled between them, watching as he spit in his hand and used the natural lubricant to stroke his cock. The blatantly sexual display made her burn all over, and she trailed her hands up his thighs, pressing her nails into his skin.

“Let me.” She looked at him pointedly and then bent low.

Her intention was unmistakable, and he breathed raggedly when she removed his hand and placed it on the back of her head. And then she took him in her mouth, closing her lips around the thickness. He swore vehemently, and then his hand clenched and tangled in her hair. But he allowed her to set the pace, and she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking and enjoying the intimate act.

And, because she was shameless and already knew what he liked, she shifted slightly, bringing her tits closer to the mattress and arching her back even more. The change in position made her ass jut up for his viewing enjoyment.

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed when he saw what she’d done. He carefully leaned forward and grasped both cheeks with his hands, squeezing roughly, before he fell back against the headboard. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She grasped his shaft with one hand and rose up to meet his eyes. “You want me to stop?” she asked coyly.

“Never,” he panted, his eyes rolling back as she pumped him steadily. Then he refocused and gripped her jaw with one hand. “Take me as deep as you can. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

Her inner muscles contracted at that promise, so she crouched down to take him back in her mouth. She breathed through her nose and relaxed her throat, taking his cock as far down as she could. Both of her hands rested on his thighs, and she felt his limbs shaking. He let loose a string of curse words that had her belly churning with heat.

“Enough.” He guided her head up and kissed her like a madman, pulling her close. “Goddamn, you’re incredible. I need you. Right now, before I lose it.”

Both were near to bursting when he tore the condom packet open. His hands were unsteady as he rolled the latex over his pulsing shaft, then shifted so she could straddle him.

She gradually sank down onto his cock with a gasp, her eyes fluttering. Although she was beyond wet, she went slowly, adjusting to how he stretched her. When fully seated, she opened her eyes and found his stormy gaze. His jaw clenched, and his chest rose unevenly, but he never once looked away from her.

“Good?” he whispered.

Her head bobbed in agreement. “So good.”

One hand smacked her ass. “Then show me what you’ve got.”

A burst of aroused laughter left her lips, but then she rose and pressed down once more, and the laughter was gone. All that was left were whimpers and moans and pleasure-filled cries as she rode him. His large hands clutched her bottom and helped her move, establishing a rocking rhythm that had her unable to think straight. She dug her fingers into his pectorals as the pressure built.

Her eyes fluttered closed often, passion overtaking her, but each time she refocused her attention, she found him watching her as if she were a dream.

When her climax was imminent, she rubbed her clit with determined strokes. Her cadence faltered, and he noticed immediately. He held her hips in place and thrust up steadily, allowing her to focus on the movement of her fingers. Soon enough, her body stiffened as the first burst of sensation hit, followed by delicious pulses that laid her bare.

Her cries echoed throughout the room, and she distantly heard Nick’s voice. She wished she could decipher what he’d said, but the orgasm had complete control over her senses. Eventually, she wilted, but before she collapsed against him, he flipped her onto her back. He lifted her lower body, grabbed one of the numerous pillows on the bed, and wedged it under her pelvis. Her legs naturally hitched back as he braced himself up on his hands to watch her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, still in and out of a rapturous daze. Her inner muscles continued to clench every now and then—tiny throbs that were all the more delicious when he plunged deep, thanks to their new position and the angle the pillow created.

“That was hot as hell,” he said, his voice layered with gravel. “Seeing you lose control like that? Shit. I nearly came from how tight you squeezed my cock.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked. All she wanted now was for him to reach his own finish—to feel as satisfied as she did.

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