The Wicked Pleasures Bundle (Wicked Pleasures: Volume 1/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 2/Wicked Pleasures: Volume 3) (2 page)

Dropping his head, he rests on my stomach.

I can feel the harshness of his breathing, the feel of his chest rise and fall.  Sucking in a breath, I take in slow even drags of air in an attempt to slow my own heartbeat.

We both jump when a quick knock suddenly interrupts us.

Cursing.  “Yes?”  His lips twitch.

“Your meeting started five minutes ago.”  His secretary calls anxiously through the door.

Gasping, I push up to a seated position, a flush staining my cheeks.

He grins at me, and gives a helpless shrug.  “I’ll be there in just a minute.”  He shoves his shirt into his pants before he fastens them.

Trying unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle, he assists by fastening his mouth over mine keeping the kiss light—teasing, tantalizing.  Lifting his head, he grins at me again.

“Yes, Mr. Clayton.”

He tugs down my skirt and straightens my shirt.  Extending his hand he helps me down from the desk.

“Duty calls.”

CHECK MATE

AS I TIPTOE DOWN THE STAIRS I QUIETLY SLIP INTO THE LIBRARY
.  Leaning back nervously on the closed door, I slowly begin surveying the room only stopping as I spot him sitting casually on the floor by the fire.  I knew I had read him correctly when we were talking in the hotel bar earlier. 

Swallowing
thickly, as I watch his eyes follow my nervous glide across the room. 

“I thought you might like
to play chess with me.”  He flashes a boyish grin in my direction. “You are a very intelligent woman and I thought you may turn out to be a worthy opponent.”

“Well, I am sorry to disappoint, but I
’ve only played chess twice in my entire life.”  I grin back.  “But if you would like we can certainly still play.”

I graciously take the glass of wine he pours for me.  Lounging
negligently on his side he props himself up with his hand; reeking of raw masculinity.

The soft glow of the fire surrounds us, casting a warm haze
.

I watch him suppress a grin.  Almost laughing as I sit
on the rug in front of the fireplace without revealing all of my secrets to him at one time.

I’m sure I have a quizzical look in my eye
, “Why are you alone?”  I wrap my arms around my legs, laying my chin atop my knees waiting for his reply. 

“You certainly do
n’t beat around the bush,” he drawls.  The look in his eye tells me that he is enjoying my bluntness.

“Why should I?”  I return his frank gaze.  “After all you
kissed me already in the bar.  Why shouldn’t I be allowed a barely personal question?” I raise my brow.  “Why should I pretend that we aren’t more intimately acquainted?”

Choking on his wine
, I enjoy watching his sputtering reply, “Touché!”

Rolling onto his back, he
puts his hands behind his head once again.  “Hmmm…”   He shot a serious look at me through the corner of his eye.  “I’m at a seminar, not on a date.”

“Oh pooh! 
What kind of reply is that…?”  Pausing, I find myself completely amazed at how unexpectedly and easily distracted I am by the swirl of dark hair peeping out of the deep V of his shirt. 

Taking
a deep breath, I reluctantly pull my eyes away.

At once he responds with a
smile, as if he knows exactly what has captured my attention from the very beginning. 

Blushing, I can’t help but become flustered as he catches me ogling him once again.

After watching me for a long moment, “Quid pro quo, why are you here by yourself?”   He questions as he begins rolling once again to his side. 

“I’m also here for a seminar.”  I reply glancing
at him through my lowered eyes.  “All the speakers are absolutely boring.”  Rolling my eyes once again, “It’s boring.”

“What seminar?”

“Tax.  I’m an accountant.”

“
Really?”  He looks impressed.  “I would have never guessed that you are an accountant.”

“
What would you have guessed?”  I question with a grin, waiting to hear his reply. 

His eyes are now freely roaming over me from head to toe.  “A supermodel?”

“Whatever!  That’s a terrible line.  Is that the best you’ve got?  Is that how you usually pick up women?”

“I’m not giving you a line.”

My brow instinctively quirks as I stare at him.  “I must admit that you have a fabulous voice, but the other women you’ve tried this on must have been desperate.”

A devastating smile spreads across his face, taking my breath away
.  Reaching over he lightly runs his finger down my arm.  Goose bumps begin to rise on my sensitized flesh. 

“What did you do this evening after you left the bar?”  He leans forward, glancing heatedly into my eyes and blowing a warm stream of air over my skin. 
Oh, my God.

My eyes widen at his erotic play. 
“After dinner I went to the gym and tried to burn off the calories from my two servings of Tiramisu at dinner.”
 
I
reply while wrinkling my nose mischievously. 

“
Two servings?”

Closing my eyes, I recall the heavenly dessert. “It was divine.” I sigh
. 

“I wish I could have been ther
e to witness your debauchery.  I would have been able to stare at you all night and watch the pleasure flooding your face as you took each decadent bite.”  A wicked glimmer appeared in his eyes.

Seeing the wicked glint, I am doing all that I can to calm my jumpiness. 
“I can tell you that you would have been bored.  Even though you believe you would have had a sensual time watching me eat, your ears would have been inundated with unexciting discussions about next year’s tax laws.”

“
Oh, I think I could have survived.”  He scooted closer.

“
What seminar are you here for?”  I whisper.

“Taxes
,” he answers.  “I own an accounting firm
.”

I can feel all the color draining from my face.  “What accounting firm?”

“Whitley, Gibson and Clayton.”  He grins.

Oh great, why do I always put my foot in my mouth.  There goes my night of unadulterated sex. 
“And are you Whitley, Gibson or Clayton?” I question as I flush from the heat of his gaze.

“I
’m embarrassed to say now that I know this seminar is boring,” he whispered back.  God, he is way too tempting not to touch.  I am starting to get dizzy.

Slowly he sits up in front of me and pushes
a fallen curl behind my ear before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on my nose.  “Your freckles intrigue me.”  His finger runs lightly down my nose, starting at the bridge and ending at the tip.  “I cannot understand why they are frowned upon?”  He looks as though he is about to gobble me up.  “I want to find out if your delightful freckles cover other parts of your anatomy.”  His finger lightly traces back and forth over my exposed skin right above the edge of my bodice. 

With my juices now flowing, I moan as his mouth glides
down the curve of my jaw taking succulent bites of my neck.

“I thou
ght we were playing chess?”  Playfully placing my hands on his shoulders I can feel his muscles bunch beneath my palms. 
God he feels good.

“Do you want to play chess?”  He prods, with an all too familiar gleam in his eyes.

My mouth goes dry as I once again feel completely dizzy.  I am having difficulty focusing on the question he is asking, no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to respond. 

“
I’m afraid I have been too distracted by your freckles.” 

“Just my freckles?”

“I don’t think I could concentrate even if my life depended on it.”

“Hopefully it will not come to that.”  I can’t stop the full-fledged smile spreading across my face as I lean back to
give him better access to my neck, sighing rapturously.  “What would you like to do?”

His lips lift from my neck as his mouth quirks into a wry smile.  “Tell me something that I would never guess about you.”  He inquires, as he takes his tongue and slowly swirls it in my ear.

“I can run a mile in eight and a half minutes.”  Shivers begin running down my spine as his wicked tongue licks my jaw.

“
Nice.” He laughs.  “Athletic.  I like that in a woman.”

“What el
se would you like to know?”  I don’t recognize my own voice.  Purring.  Really?

“Hmmm…le
t me try a different tactic.”  His breath whispers across my skin.  “Your favorite drink?”  I sigh as his face presses against my neck.

“Did you just smell me?”  I press
against him, closing my eyes with a dreamy half-smile.  “I love amaretto sours.”  I moan in ecstasy.

I can feel his grin.

“What is your favorite movie?”  I murmur, measuring the width of his broad back.  He smells expensive, exotic, and very manly.  His heady scent envelopes my senses. 

Breathing fast and hard, I can tell it is a struggle for him
to respond, “
The Good the Bad and the Ugly
.”  I can hear his desire. His hands running hungrily down my sides.

“Why do all men like that movie?”  Laying me back, he leans
over me capturing my mouth with a groan, his lips so soft and warm.  With exquisite thoroughness, he ravishes my mouth.  Sensations flood through me as his rock-hard erection presses against my thigh.

I
meet his demanding kisses without any hesitation, clinging to him, arching closely I can feel his heart beating against my breasts.

“I have been
longing to be alone with you since the bar.” The suggestive tone in his voice sends wet, heat rushing between my legs.

I lay back further letting him
lower the bodice of my dress, pleased with the hungry look in his eyes.  I can feel my rosy nipples pebble with desire. 

Gripped by a primal fever, he touches all of me.  His fingers trace a fiery trail down my throat over my naked flesh until finally resting in the vulnerable hollow where my pulse pounds erratically. 

My body turns into jelly at the new sensations, taking a ragged breath I cry out with anticipation.  My eyes full of wonder as I watch him lower his eyes to my exposed breasts.

Dipping his head, he traces
the peak of my breast with his tongue, taking my ripe flesh firmly into his mouth, suckling my taut nipple, swirling his tongue around my scorching sweetness until I begin crying out in a raw uncertain sound.

Nevertheless, that isn’t stopping him from
continuing to devour my breast like a starving man devours a crumb of bread.

The hint of his whiskers scrap
ing against my sensitized flesh shoot a wicked thrill straight through to my core as moist heat pools between my thighs.  Restless, the decadence of his firm lips on my sizzling flesh causes me to cry out again.  I hold his head tightly to my breast willingly surrendering to the intense dark pleasures.  My eyes close, I moan out in ecstasy, arching shamelessly against him trying to figure out how to beg him for more.

His breath is shallow and fast as he lowers
his hand until he wraps it around my ankle, teasing his way up my leg.

I am trying
not to squirm; squeezing my eyes shut to ease the overwhelming desire, bewildered by my inexplicable loss of control, so rich, so potent that it is taking control of my senses.

I feel
a rush of coolness as little by little he runs his calloused hands up every smooth inch of my slender legs past my knees, pushing my skirt up to my waist. 

I can tell he is reaching the limits of his willpower by the sounds escaping his throat, his need is proving to be too intense.

I have pictured this moment in my mind many times since this afternoon. Groaning deep in my throat with satisfaction, I watch as the firelight plays across his face.  Tugging me closer, he crushes my curves to his hard body. Fascinated, he captures my mouth in a frenzied kiss.  I open my mouth under his, making way for him to slide his tongue deep into my mouth, and greet his assault fervently. 

The pull
of his gaze slowly brings me out of my passion-filled daze. 

My eyes fly open as his fingers slip under the edge of my panties and find my pussy.  His long fingers rifle through
dewy curls, covering my most feminine secrets, sending ripples of delicious tension throughout my entire body. 

A breathy sig
h escapes my lips, wiggling my hips searching for
something
. The tension is slowly building within as his steady strokes make a sizzling heat flood me from head to toe.

I ache for his cock.  Reaching down I grab it.  Touching him. 

Emboldened by my reaction, he traces my seam, delving inside my folds to find the hidden nub of my desire making me cry out in shock at the intimacy.

“So wet.”  He groans into my throat.

Watching me, I can tell he is enthralled by the sight of me fighting the storm about to break as he caresses me shamelessly.

I flush
with desire, taking deep gulping breaths.  The heat rises like an uncontrollable fever and with each stroke the temperature increases.

B
eads of sweat dot his forehead as he runs his tongue back and forth over my puckered nipple almost putting me over the edge, but it is nothing compared to the feel of his mouth as it replaces his hand.  Licking, now pressing his tongue into my heat, tasting deeply.

I writhe urgently beneath him, t
hrashing and bucking as pleasure washes over me.  A strangled sob of wonder escapes me as he hurriedly captures my rapturous cries with a deep kiss.

Taking
me into his arms, he places me on his lap, stroking my back, whispering soft words in my ear.  Lowering his hands he begins pulling up my skirt, raising it higher, his fingers trail a path up my leg, cupping my inner thigh, teasing me.  He rubs his slick fingers over and over my swollen flesh.  Raising myself up on my knees I reach down unbuckling his belt, releasing the snap and lowering the zipper.  He raises his hips and slides his pants and briefs over his hips and down his thighs.  I cup my tiny hand around his cock and he lets out a groan.  He grows and swells with the gliding motion of my hand as it goes up and down his straining shaft.  I am so hot, wet and ready.  Looking up at him at the same time he thrusts upward I take his hardened length deep into my body.  Closing my eyes as he starts to move I pick up his rhythm.  The sensual feelings overwhelm my body growing with each rapid thrust of his hips.  I clench my inner muscles around him as I slide my body up feeling his hardness and the ridges of his cock.