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  She leaned forward and grasped his hand, then she wrapped her lips around his index finger. She ran her tongue over it… circling round and round… then she sucked it deep into her mouth.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. I like that.” He laughed softly. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

  She slid off his finger, then took in his middle finger, gliding it all the way into her mouth.

  “Mmm. Yeah.”

  Then she pressed her lips to his palm and nuzzled softly.

  His fingers curled around her cheek and his fingertips caressed gently.

  “Are you wet, baby?” he asked again.

  She straightened her back and moved closer to him. She wasn’t quite high enough, so she grabbed a cushion from the couch and dropped it on the floor behind him, then knelt on it. Now her body was at just the right height. She held his wrist, then arched her lower body forward until his hand pressed against her pussy.

  “Ah, that’s your pussy against my hand. Mmm.”

  His fingers curled and stroked over her intimate folds.

  “Fuck, baby, you are wet.”

  His fingertips dipped inside her. Then one, long finger pushed deep.

  She gasped. Then another slid inside.

  It felt incredible having his thick fingers inside her tight passage. She squeezed him and he groaned softly.

  God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

  “That feels so good, baby.”

  She grasped his thick arms for support and arched against him, forcing his fingers deeper into her. Her breasts crushed against his back through the bars of the chair back.

  His thumb found her clit and he stroked it lightly, sending heat blasting through her body. She rocked her hips, pushing his fingers in and out.

  “That’s right, baby. Ride my hand. Give me that sweet pussy of yours.”

  His deep, gravely voice melted her insides. She rocked faster, squeezing his fingers with intimate muscles as they drove deep. A nugget of pleasure deep inside her grew in radiating waves until they washed through her in rippling cascades.

  “Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh…” she moaned on each thrust.

  His thumb quivered over her clit, catapulting her over the edge. She moaned as bliss tore her from conscious thought and tossed her over the edge of the precipice.

  “Yeah, come for me, baby.”

  The world shattered around her as she clung tightly to his arms, rocking harder against his hand, trying to squeeze out every last drop of delight.

  Finally, she slumped against him, panting for breath.

  Slowly she became aware that her tight nipples were burrowing into his naked back. And her head was resting on his shoulder.

  His lips nuzzled against her cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed at his blindfolded face. His breath brushed against her temple.

  She tipped her head and their mouths meshed. His tongue slid inside and she found herself stroking it with her own. His fingers were still inside her and they stroked softly, continuing the gentle glow of heat holding her mesmerized.

  Finally, she drew her mouth from his and stood up. As soon as his fingers slipped from her body, she missed them.

  She walked in front of him again, then stepped between his muscular legs, staring at his thick, tall cock. She knelt down and licked her lips at the sight of the large mushroom-shaped head, and the hefty shaft with veins pulsing along it. She rested her hands near his knees, then slowly glided her fingers along his thick thighs. When she reached the base of his erection, she hesitated. She drew in a deep breath, then she wrapped both hands around his column.

  His head dipped back as he let out a sigh. Her hands moved upward, gliding over the kid leather soft skin. When she reached the tip, she stroked over it, then teased it with light brushes of her fingertips.

  “Oh, fuck, baby, I want you to suck it.”

  She dipped her head down and licked him, then opened wide. She pressed down, taking his massive cockhead into her mouth.

  He groaned. She swirled her tongue around the corona and over the tip, his salty precum dribbling into her mouth.

  She pushed deeper, his thick cock filling her mouth. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, his hard shaft sliding all the way inside.

  God, she felt so dirty. And that sent her heart pounding with excitement.

  “Oh, yeah. I love what you’re doing.”

  His hoarse, need-filled words set her insides ablaze.

  She moved her mouth up and down his cock, her hands pumping him at the same time. His soft groans filled the room, sending goose bumps quivering along her spine. She wanted to make him come. To feel his hot semen fill her mouth.

  “Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so close.”

  She pumped him faster, taking him deep down her throat with each bob of her head. She could feel his body tensing. He was going to come any minute.

  “Fuck, baby. Stop!”

  Shocked, she froze, her gaze flicking to his face.

  He drew in a deep, slow breath.

  “I… want… you… on… my… lap,” he said slowly, clearly exercising great restraint. “I… want to… be inside… your pussy.”

  Excitement tingled through her. Oh, God, she wanted him inside her, too.

  She drew his cock from her mouth… slowly so he wouldn’t explode before she got a chance to feel him inside her intimate channel.

  She stood up, anticipation spiraling through her, leaving her feeling dizzy with need.

  She glanced around and saw he’d left some condoms on the coffee table nearby. She picked up one and quickly opened the package, then gingerly rolled it onto his straining cock, ensuring she didn’t set him off with her touch.

  She grasped his shoulders and moved closer, then settled over his lap. She wrapped her hand around his cock again and pressed it to her. As soon as his tip brushed her slick opening, he groaned. She eased him into her, her breath catching at the feel of him stretching her.

  My God, what am I doing? I don’t even know this man.

  But nothing could stop her from taking him all the way inside. Her desire was too great.

  His thick shaft glided deeper and deeper. Her breathing grew faster and erratic.

  “Ohhhh, yesss,” she whimpered as he filled her the rest of the way.

  Once he was all the way in, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, drawing in deep, calming breaths as she got used to his huge erection inside her. His lips brushed her temple and she turned her head to find his lips. Their mouths merged again and sparks fluttered along her nerve endings.

  Then he pivoted his hips, driving his cock deeper into her. She gasped, but he found her lips again. His tongue glided deep and she met it with her own.

  He rocked his hips, filling her again and again. Heat built within her, searing her insides.

  All she could think of was his cock driving into her, the pleasure building like an active volcano about to erupt. She clung to his shoulders, rocking her hips against him now. He penetrated her deeply with each thrust, sending pleasure quivering through every part of her.

  He released her mouth and she sucked in a breath.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.” His words were clipped, his voice near the breaking point. “I can’t believe…” He groaned. “I’ve held on this long.”

  His lips brushed her ear. “Come with me, baby.”

  He drove deep and she cried out as the pleasure welling through her crested, then rocketed to new heights.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she cried as an orgasm surged, then exploded within her. She wailed loud and long.

  “Ah, fuck, baby.”

  He groaned and she felt it. His cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release.

  Finally, she slumped against him, settling her head on his chest. They rested like that for a few minutes, catching their breath.

  Then his lips nuzzled her hair.

  “That was sensational, baby.” He kissed her forehead. “Now take off my
blindfold. I want to see you.”

  Her chest tightened and panic rushed through her.

  No, she couldn’t…

  She sucked in a breath and stood up. The feel of his thick cock pulling free of her body sent a shockwave through her.

  She’d just had sex with a total stranger. She didn’t know his name. He didn’t know hers. He hadn’t even seen her.

  And she couldn’t bring herself to let him see her now.

  Oh, God, how had she allowed herself to do this?

  She scurried around the room, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on.

  “I sense you’re a little flustered at what just happened.”

  Her gaze darted to him. His voice held a teasing tone and his lips were slightly turned up.

  Her chest tightened. He might think this was funny, but she was mortified.

  She raced to the door, but as she reached for the handle, he spoke again.

  “What we just shared was incredible. More intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Please don’t leave.”

  She hesitated, her hand resting on the door handle now. Her heart quaking. A potent desire to turn right around and walk back to him, then pull off his blindfold, rocked through her.

  But she stood frozen.

  She couldn’t do that.

  “I’m sorry,” she said hoarsely.

  Then she opened the door and escaped.

  Chapter 2

  Oh, God. It was like she was Cinderella, but instead of going to the ball and dancing with the prince, she’d broken into his penthouse apartment and had sex with him. While he was naked and bound to a chair. And he’d been the one wearing the mask… or at least, the blindfold.

  Even though a whole day had passed, she still trembled when she thought about it. In both embarrassment and excitement.

  As soon as the elevator doors had closed behind her, the shoes she’d grabbed on the way out the door still clutched in her hand, she’d shuddered, fearing that like Cinderella, maybe she’d left something behind. Not a glass slipper, she’d thought when she’d dropped her shoes to the ground and slipped them on as the elevator descended. But maybe one of her earrings, a charm from her bracelet or… her bra?

  But a quick check had assured her everything was accounted for.

  Now she slumped further into the couch and hugged her knees to her chest, her heart pounding.

  At least she didn’t have to worry about him knocking on her door looking for her.

  She drew in a deep breath and sighed.

  The phone rang and her eyelids popped open. That was probably Everly. Elle had been avoiding her friend, knowing she’d want to hear all about what had happened.

  Elle sighed. She knew she had to face her sooner or later and it wasn’t really fair holding her friend off so long.

  She picked up the phone. “Hello?”

  “Hello, is this Belle Sinclair?”

  Adrenaline rushed through her at the sound of the deep, velvety familiar voice.

  “My name is Elle,” she corrected automatically, her heart pounding. “Not Belle.”

  “Hello, Elle. This is the man you had sex with yesterday.”

  “Uh… what?” She leaned forward, her eyes widening.

  She hadn’t expected him to be so direct.

  “You came into my penthouse and I was tied to the chair. Naked. You don’t remember?”

  “Uh. Yes, of course.”

  “My name is Avi Reinhold. I’m calling because I’d like to see you again.” Then he chuckled softly on the line, the velvety sound coiling through her. “Actually I’d be seeing you for the first time.”

  She remembered the blindfold on his handsome face. It was only because he had been blindfolded that she’d had the courage to do what she’d done.

  She gripped the phone tighter. “How did you find me?”

  “Why don’t we talk about it over dinner?”

  “I… No. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Why? Didn’t you enjoy what we did?”

  Not enjoy it? She wasn’t a good enough liar to convince anyone of that.

  “It’s not that. It’s just…” She gripped the phone tighter. “I don’t know you and… well, after what happened, it’ll be… awkward.”

  “If it helps, we can pretend it didn’t happen and just go on a blind date as if we’ve never met. What do you say?”

  Oh, God. She felt like banging her head on the table.

  “No, I’m sorry.”

  “Wait. I at least want to know why you broke into my apartment and had sex with me.”

  Shock spiked through her.

  “Your apartment? But… You mean Everly didn’t arrange…?” She bit back the words tumbling from her mouth.

  Oh, God. How could she have let Everly’s name slip?

  “Everly? You mean Everly Wright who works in the building?”

  Her heart lurched. “Please, this was just a big mistake. I don’t want Everly to get in trouble.”

  “Then come out with me and explain what happened.”

  “Are you going to have Everly fired if I don’t?”

  “I didn’t say that, but I am curious how you got the keycard.”

  Oh, damn, damn, damn. She never should have asked Everly to let her see one of the penthouses.

  She sighed.

  “Okay, how about if we meet for a drink?”

  “That works for me,” he replied cheerfully. “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”

  Elle’s heart pounded as she ran to her bedroom and slipped on a simple black floral dress and adorned it with a gold pendant.

  Then a quick call to Everly, that led to a lot of questions that Elle put on hold, confirmed that Everly hadn’t arranged a mysterious surprise for her in the penthouse.

  She also found out that the keycard Everly had given her hadn’t been for the sexy stranger’s apartment. It had been for the penthouse on the opposite corner of the building. That’s why it hadn’t opened the door.

  Oh, God, she had a lot of explaining to do.

  Elle stepped into the cool summer evening and pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. A tall, elegantly dressed man stood on the sidewalk beside a black town car. His suit was finely tailored and accentuated his slim waist and broad shoulders. She recognized him immediately as the man from her illicit, erotic encounter.

  Mr. Avi Reinhold.

  Of course, he had no idea what she looked like. He had been watching the door, however, and his lips curled in a smile when he saw her and allowed his gaze to sweep over her, leaving her a little breathless.

  “Elle?”

  “Yes.” She stepped closer and offered her hand. “Mr. Reinhold.”

  He chuckled as he took her hand then raised it to his mouth. Goosebumps danced down her spine at the gentle caress of his lips on her skin.

  “Mr. Reinhold is a little formal.” His eyebrow rose. “Unless, of course, you like the authoritative air of calling me that. Then “Sir” is also appropriate.”

  She trembled a little at the thought of calling him Sir and being commanded by him. But she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and pushed that exciting idea aside.

  “Avi then,” she said.

  He opened the back door of the car and helped her in, then slid in beside her. The driver pulled away from the curb.

  The moment Avi had seen Elle walk out of the building, he’d known it was her. Partly because her gaze had turned to him immediately and he could see recognition in her eyes. But aside from that, there was something about her manner. The way she carried herself—a little hesitantly—and he sensed something more elusive. Like there was some kind of connection between them.

  It wasn’t like him to think about airy-fairy things like that. But somehow he was sure he would have known her anywhere.

  He turned toward her and her gaze lifted to his.

  “First, I want to clarify,” she began in a rush, “that Everly did not give me a keycard to your apartment. Sh
e did give me a keycard, but it was for an empty penthouse. I just went to the wrong door. Like I said before, it was all just a big mistake.” Her eyes were wide and full of worry. “Please don’t get Everly in trouble.”

  He smiled. “Relax. No one’s in trouble. Whatever the mistake was, I’m glad it happened.” He took her hand. “Because that night with you was phenomenal.”

  Her cheeks flushed a dark red.

  “I thought we were going to pretend it never happened,” she said.

  “True, but that was if you went on a date with me.” He grinned. “Does that mean this is a date?”

  She hesitated, clearly weighing the options. Finally, she drew in a deep breath.

  “Not a date. We’re just meeting for a conversation.” She tipped her head. “In fact, since I’ve already explained, you could take me home now.”

  “Oh, no you don’t. You promised me a drink. Besides, I still have some questions.”

  The driver pulled up to the curb and then walked around the car and opened the passenger door. Avi got out and took Elle’s hand to help her out, then led her into Benny’s, the upscale bar he’d chosen for their talk.

  The hostess led them to a quiet table by the window. Within seconds, a waitress arrived and took their drink orders.

  Her glance caught on his then bounced away.

  “I was serious before. You can stop worrying about Everly,” he said. “I have no intention of causing any trouble for her.”

  “Thank you,” she said demurely.

  “I am curious why you wanted to see the inside of one of the penthouses. Is it research for one of your books?”

  Her gaze darted to his, her eyes widened in shock.

  He leaned forward. “Okay, I have to admit, I wanted to find out who you were so I talked to the doorman and he said you’re a friend of Everly’s. When I found that out, I couldn’t resist learning a little about you. Everly told me you write erotic stories.”

  Elle’s cheeks blossomed red and he couldn’t help smiling in amusement.

  The waitress stopped by and dropped off their drinks. Elle picked up hers and took a deep sip, then set it down again.