Page 17 of Contract Of Shame

“Why did I want you?”

She nodded her head.

“Because I do.” Such a simple answer.

“You used your money and power over me to get me to do what you want,” she said.

“No matter how I got you, you’re still here, and I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” His words baffled her, and he silenced her with a kiss. She melted under his touch. His hands cupped her face and tilted her head back to give him better access. Scarlet moaned and wound her hands behind his neck. The shirt he wore created a rough touch against her pointed nipples.

As a hand moved back to grasp her neck, she gasped and opened her mouth. He plunged in, touching her tongue with his.

He tasted of warm whisky and masculinity. Richard swamped her in size and shape. She didn’t know who broke the kiss first. He moved down her face to her neck, nibbling along her exposed collarbone. Her eyes shut, and she moaned as he bit down. Her neck and ears were ultra sensitive.

Her nipples pointed out against the negligee. She took a breath as he eased a strap down off one of her shoulders.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

Scarlet opened her eyes and stared into his smoky depths. He didn’t look at what he was doing but continued to gaze into her eyes. The strap went down her arm slowly, and then he removed the other until the negligee pooled at her waist. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air. Still he didn’t look. His hand cupped one. Scarlet broke their gazes and stared down at where he touched her. His thumb stoked along the tip of one sensitive but firm and erect bud.

“They’re so big and full,” he said. Seconds later he buried his head against her chest. His tongue glided over the tip he had aroused with his fingers.

Scarlet was shocked as she stared down at her boss’s head and became even more aroused at seeing him tongue her.

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She had fucking gorgeous tits, and he wanted to suck on them all night long. The large, red nipples filled his mouth. She truly was a full woman. The indent at her waist looked so tiny against the full, rounded hips. The red highlighted her figure perfectly, and he applauded his taste in clothes.

Never before had he picked out clothes for a woman, but with Scarlet he wanted to go that extra mile. He didn’t want faceless people dressing his woman. Richard wanted to see her in clothes he knew she’d look stunning in. Her complexion and figure really worked in the deep red.

When she walked out of the bedroom, his cock had sprung to full attention. Even now the tip was soaked in his pre-cum, his trousers unbearably tight. He wanted his clothes off and Scarlet on the floor with her legs wide open, so he could fuck her sweet cunt.

Richard couldn’t do it. He wanted the first time to be exquisite torture and to last as long as possible, to draw out the pleasure until they were both begging for release.

She stood before him waiting for his next command. Didn’t she know what to do? He didn’t care. He didn’t want to think about her other partners.

The thought of her other lovers had him fisting a hand in her hair and slamming his lips down on hers. He would wipe out any and all memories of her other men. The only person who counted was him.

By the end of this week he’d have her begging him to keep her.

Keep her? Richard paused in his seduction and stared at her closed eyes. The thought of keeping her shocked him.

He didn’t want a woman, ever. He’d been hurt by women in the past so many times that he wouldn’t be able to bear going through it again. She had a son, and one day Harry would want to meet his real father.

Shit.He closed off all the questions and thoughts. Tonight wouldn’t be spoilt by thoughts of the potential future.

Their time together was about the fucking, about taking everything he wanted out of her body. A week. A week should be enough to satisfy this craving he had for her.

In a quick movement he removed her negligee, and she stood before him like a goddess. He wondered if she would be adverse to him having an artist paint her like this. Her lips were swollen and red from his dominant kisses, and her tits rose and fell with every indrawn breath. Her eyes were glazed and dilated from desire. She looked like a woman on the verge of climax about to be fucked.

Careful not to lose her need, Richard removed his clothing. Her gaze followed his movements. The buttons on his shirt were a pain, but he drew it out and unbuttoned every button. She bit her lip, and the red tinge to her cheeks deepened as he unbuckled his belt. Did his little siren have a thing about belts? He pulled it out of his trousers and threw it to the floor. He’d removed his socks and shoes earlier when they’d entered their room. His pants went down along with his black boxer shorts.

He came up, and he saw her eyes widen when she stared at his cock. He had never been one for competition. He didn’t know if he was bigger or smaller than other men. He was not one to compare sizes. He fisted it in his hand. The tip wet with his juice, he spread the juice up around the head and down the sides. The vein stood out blue at the side.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She shook her head in denial, and her hands covered her gorgeous chest. He wondered if she’d be adverse to him coming over those glorious peaks. Richard had never felt this possessive over a woman. To want to see his seed all over her body like a mark.

Richard got close and brought her nakedness against his. Her nipples thrust against his chest. The sensation had him catching his breath. Scarlet was soft and curvy and melded so perfectly next to him. He kissed her again. Her lips were so addictive. He thought about nothing other than kissing and fucking her.

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