Page 30 of Unlawful Seduction

As we kept our eyes locked on each other, I noticed just how dazzling the beads of sweat seemed to be as they rolled down both sides of his face. He issued a single growl. Was he also capable of reading minds? I would put nothing past him at this point.

My couch springs started to squeak, the sound bringing a laugh to my lips. The spark in his expression remained as he pulled my arms behind me, wrapping one set of long, masculine fingers around both wrists. As soon as he did, he pulled on my arms, forcing my back into a slight arch.

I could tell his mouth was watering as he dropped his gaze to my breasts. He was looking at me as if a feast on a silver platter. We continued rocking as one, but I was the one panting, even squeezing my muscles around his thick cock to try to regain control.

He was having none of it.

His legs were powerful creations, either by days spent in the gym or savage work. Either way, he was easily able to thrust long and hard, filling my pussy completely. The shift in the angle was just enough that my body went on active overload. Suddenly, another orgasm swept through me. I’d never had a single orgasm with a man, let alone multiples.

I tossed my head from side to side, moaning like a wild girl and I loved every second of doing so. The passion we shared was off the charts, the climax electrifying every inch. As I opened my mouth to scream, the sound was muted.

“That’s it, Doc. Enjoy the ride.”

When I opened my mouth again, he fisted my hair with his free hand, dragging me toward him and crushing his lips over mine. His tongue found mine immediately, darting back and forth as my body shuddered visibly from the jolts of current.

I had no idea how long he held me as my pussy continued spasming, but when I sensed he was finally close to letting go,I used the last of my energy to squeeze around his thick shaft again.

There was nothing like the feeling of a man finally falling prey to the throes of passion.

However, that was the moment I returned to the old girl, the one who picked at and chastised almost everything I did or didn’t do in my life.

The beautiful round of intimacy was no exception.

What the hell was I doing?

CHAPTER 8

Mallory

“You do remember how bad the roads get around here when it snows. Right?” Marjorie had called just to nag me about the storm that was swirling around Stowe with a series of ominous clouds. The snow showers from the night before had given way to a sunny morning, but with the clouds quickly rolling in, it was only a matter of time before the frigid mass of air settled in to wreak havoc.

“I’m closing in ten minutes. Okay? I swear to God.”

“Pinky swear.”

“You’re terrible, but fine. Pinky swear.” At least this time I wasn’t lying. I’d flown home for a quick shower and a change after waking late, finding both the dangerously seductive man and his brave dog AWOL. I’d experienced the hottest sex of my life, finally falling into a sweet and incredible night of sleep and he’d left like some Neanderthal dude who couldn’t handle the morning light after such incredible passion.

Damn him. Maybe I should feel angry, but I’d been tingling all over since I’d opened my eyes. Granted, my bottom ached a little, but thoughts regarding the spanking only added to the taste of the forbidden.

At least he’d left a note of sorts along with thirty crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. Who the hell carried around three grand in their pockets in perfect bills? His words of thanks were succinct, written on one of my personalized notes from my note holder.

Thanks. Your kindness won’t be forgotten.

Whatever that meant. I wasn’t certain I should want to find out.

But I did.

It was the last line that I held onto, the one that would make me smile for months to come.

You’re an amazing and beautiful woman.

The mystery around the man continued to increase and intrigue.

Especially after he’d nearly crushed me in several games of Scrabble. His vocabulary had been like no other.

How could I forget about the kiss? Wowzer was all I could say. Every nerve had been on fire, every synapse in my brain running on an ethereal sensation of passion. Of course my usual ‘how dare you’ mode kicked in just when the experience of locking lips with the man had gotten overheated.

Who knew where it would have led had I not shoved him off?

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