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  He lifted his glass. “To new and exciting possibilities.”

  She clinked with his, looking a bit doubtful.

  When he’d brought her here, he’d planned to give her a taste of his dominant style, but he was having second thoughts. She was feisty, but a bit fragile right now, having been ousted from her home and relationship only hours ago.

  She sipped her champagne, soon consuming half the glass. He settled back and enjoyed the bubbly liquid sluicing down his throat as he watched her. Her hair—long blonde tresses that he remembered felt soft and silky in his fingers—gleamed in the light of the fire.

  He wished he could hurry her out of those clothes. The jeans and loose shirt did nothing to show off her body like the dress had. She had round, full breasts he longed to see. And feel again.

  She finished her glass of champagne and he refilled it.

  “This is nice,” she said and took another sip. “It was a good year.”

  “You know champagne?” he asked.

  “A little. My dad enjoyed wine.”

  Reid wondered how much, hoping she hadn’t been raised by an alcoholic, possibly abusive father. But he was jumping to conclusions. For some reason, he felt very protective of Stevie.

  She eyed him watching her, then tossed back the second glass.

  “Are you going to make a move, or are you waiting for me?” she asked, her glittering blue-eyed gaze locked on his.

  “I didn’t want to rush you.”

  “Thanks, but I’m good. I just figured you’re more experienced at this than I am.”

  He grinned. “You think I bring lady taxicab drivers back to my place all the time?”

  “Maybe not, but I think you’re experienced with the ladies. Go ahead and dazzle me.”

  He laughed outright.

  * * *

  Oh, God, the champagne had definitely gone right to her head. Stevie wished she could pull back the words, but they were out now and there was nothing to be done about it. She blinked as she realized he was leaning in toward her, his full lips still turned up in a grin.

  His arms slid around her. Her body started to tingle as she found herself pressed to his broad chest, then his lips found hers and the tingles turned to sparks. His tongue brushed her lips and she opened, allowing him in. He pushed forward, then swept around her mouth, claiming it all. She snuggled her tongue against his then rode the pulsing wave as he guided her, then drew her back to his mouth, which was cool and tasted of champagne.

  His hand glided up her back, sending delightful shivers along her spine, then slid to her neck. He swept her hair over her shoulder, then his fingertips brushed lightly over her cheek. She couldn’t help murmuring in appreciation at the tender, intimate gesture.

  Finally, he drew back and gazed at her. His riveting blue eyes glittered in the firelight, like sparks flaring from a campfire.

  “So, are you dazzled?” he asked. His lips brushed hers lightly again as he stroked her cheek.

  She nodded, unable to find words.

  He smiled, dazzling her even more.

  Finally, she drew in enough air to be able to talk.

  “You and I are an odd pair … you in your tailored tuxedo, me in jeans and a work shirt.”

  “There’s an easy fix to that.” He unfastened the button on his jacket and dropped it from his shoulders, then tossed it onto the nearby easy chair.

  She immediately unfastened the buttons of her shirt, a little unnerved by his solemn stare as he watched her undo the garment. She shed the shirt, but still wore her tank top underneath. His gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts barely visible in the scoop neckline. She sucked in a breath and reached for the hem, then pulled it over her head, leaving her full breasts—covered only by the white lace of her bra—exposed.

  She wished she’d been wearing sexy black lingerie. Or red with black trim. Anything sexier than virginal white. But she hadn’t thrown any of her fancier lingerie in her suitcase when she fled from the apartment this afternoon. From the look of his heated gaze, however, he didn’t seem to mind.

  She bit her lip as she watched him unfasten his shirt buttons, slowly revealing the sculpted chest beneath. She longed to reach out and stroke the smooth flesh. He dropped the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it aside.

  Why was she holding back?

  She rested her hand on his chest, the warm skin firm under her fingers. She stroked, feeling solid muscle beneath. The man was no chair dweller. Clearly, he worked out.

  Her fingers glided over his six-pack abs.

  A lot.

  He forked his fingers through her hair and drew her in for another kiss. The light brush of his lips reignited the sparks within her.

  “If you get to touch, then so should I,” he murmured against her temple.

  She gazed up at him and simply nodded. His hands rested on her shoulders, then slowly glided down her chest. They covered her breasts, cupping them in his palms. Then his hands slid under them, his fingers curling around her mounds, his thumbs stroking over her hardening, now aching nipples. His gaze was locked on his thumbs as he teased her tight nubs through the lace.

  “I’m going to take off your bra now,” he warned, then quickly released the hooks and peeled away the garment.

  Cool air washed over her nipples and they thrust forward even more. Or was it because of his rapt attention? He stared at her breasts in awe, making her feel special and … beautiful.

  “Do you know how sexy you look wearing just a necklace?”

  “Oh.” She reached around her neck and unfastened it, then drew it carefully from her neck and set it on the end table beside the couch.

  He simply chuckled, then leaned down and she felt his breath wash over her nub, then the moist feel of his lips. When he covered her aureole and sucked, she let out a small gasp, holding his head tight to her bosom. He suckled and licked, then he switched to her other breast.

  She felt his fingers work at the button on her jeans, then it released. The raspy sound of the zipper gliding down interrupted her soft moan at the tingles of pleasure as he continued to suckle.

  He stood up and shed his pants, then dropped his boxers to the floor. Her eyes widened at the sight of the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. She couldn’t help herself. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it. It was so thick she couldn’t get her fingers all the way around.

  She stroked, watching the purple head leak clear liquid. She wanted to taste it … desperately … so she leaned forward and licked him. His hand cupped her head and he stroked her hair back as she opened her lips around him and took the corona inside. She had to stretch around it and, once inside, it filled her mouth.

  “Oh, baby, that feels so fine.”

  She surged forward, taking him a little deeper, but to get that monster cock down her throat would take some practice, so she bobbed up and down in small strokes for now.

  “I truly love what you’re doing…” The shudder in his voice convinced her of the truth of his words. “But I had other things in mind right now.”

  She drew back and gazed up at him. He sat down and tucked his finger under her chin and tipped it up. He kissed her, his lips moving on hers with lingering passion before he released them again.

  “First, I want to see you.”

  Chapter Five

  Stevie stood up and pushed her jeans past her hips, then let them drop to the floor. Now all she wore were her small, white panties. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic to push them down, too, but he covered her hands.

  “Here, let me.”

  His fingers dipped under the elastic at her hips, then slowly he eased the panties downward, his gaze locked on the V in front. As the fabric lowered, his eyes darkened. The panties glided down her hips, exposing her intimate petals.

  He pushed the garment to the floor, his gaze never leaving her intimate flesh, and she stepped out of them. He stroked his fingers over her mound, then into the folds. She was so wet he glided over them easi
ly.

  His gaze returned to hers and a slow smile spread across his face. He cupped her hips and turned her around, then guided her to sit beside him. He slipped to his knees in front of her and pressed her thighs wide. As he leaned toward her, she quivered inside. She hadn’t had a man’s mouth on her there in a very long time. Hank always brought her to climax, but only when he was inside her. And that was so much more than she’d had with any other man. Hank was the first man to make her come. That’s why she’d feared losing him more than any other reason, she realized now. Because she didn’t want to go back.

  But this man had already given her one mega-sized orgasm just by fucking her for two minutes against a brick wall.

  What would it be like when he paid even more attention to her?

  His mouth found her folds and she arched at the feel of his tongue gliding over her.

  He opened her petals with his thumbs, then she felt his tongue wiggle on her clit.

  “Oh, God!” It felt sensational.

  He teased her clit, driving her tingling flesh wild, then he eased back and licked her slit. His fingers glided along her folds, then she felt one slip inside her. He stroked her channel walls gently, sending thrumming need through her. Then another finger slipped inside and his tongue found her clit again. He stroked with his fingers, his tongue flickering over her bundle of nerves. She gasped, pleasure pummeling every part of her.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” She clung to his head, her fingers tangling in his short, dark hair.

  Then it happened. A surge of pleasure so pure and blissful, she wailed out loud. She arched against him, releasing the sound like a siren, a part of her worried he would think her a freak.

  She’d never let loose like this before. Chad, her first lover, had been quite adamant that a lady did not make noise like a tramp. And Hank had seemed to want her utterances to be kept to a minimum, too.

  But with this man, she just couldn’t help herself.

  He tweaked her clit again and her wail peaked, then she rode the wave down as he licked her gently. He lifted his head, watching her panting against the back of the couch.

  “I’m sorry … I … didn’t mean to be so loud.”

  He laughed, his eyes flickering with delight. “Don’t apologize. I loved hearing you enjoy yourself.”

  “You did?”

  He settled beside her. “Of course.” He smiled. “And I loved tasting you.” He picked up his champagne and took a sip. “You taste far better than this champagne.”

  Given that the bottle he’d brought out was Perrier-Jouet 2007 Belle Epoque, adorned with the distinctive Art Nouveau white floral design—one of the most expensive and delicious champagnes in the world—she was truly flattered.

  He took another sip, then settled between her knees again.

  Her eyes widened. Was he going to do it again?

  He pressed his mouth to her folds, then she felt his cold tongue rasp over her. Then a delightful sensation as he released cold, bubbly champagne in a gush into her opening, then lapped it out again.

  He sat beside her again with a smile. “Did you like that?”

  “I did. It was … different.”

  “Then I’ll be sure to do it again sometime.”

  He went to take another sip of his wine, but she reached for the glass and brought it to her own lips, filling her mouth with the cold liquid. She dropped between his knees and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, then drew his cockhead into her mouth, proud of herself when she didn’t lose a drop.

  She pulsed her mouth around him, swirling the bubbly liquid against his flesh. His hand cupped her head and she could see the delighted smile on his face. Then she swallowed and his eyes flared.

  “Oh, God, do that again.”

  She started to slide off his cockhead, but his hand drew her back before she released him.

  “No, I mean when you swallowed.”

  She swallowed again and he groaned.

  “Fuck, baby, that feels sensational.”

  She suckled his cockhead, then glided deeper on him. When she drew back, she swallowed once again and he moaned.

  God, she loved giving him so much pleasure. It made her feel powerful and … wickedly sexy.

  She tucked her hands under his balls and fondled them gently as she glided forward on his cock, allowing it deeper into her throat. She bobbed a few more times, relaxing her throat, then drew him deeper still. She drew back and swallowed again, to his groan, then began to pump him in earnest, her hand squeezing and following her mouth as she bobbed up and down.

  “Oh, baby, yeah. That is fucking amazing.”

  She knew he was close as his balls tightened.

  “Stop.”

  At his commanding tone, she stopped without even thinking.

  He drew her from the floor, pulling her onto his lap, then his lips found hers. He kissed her with passion, his tongue gliding into her mouth in a sweeping caress. She suckled his tongue, to his groans.

  He drew back. “I want to be inside you again.” Then he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

  The feel of the sheet—fine Egyptian cotton, to be sure—was silky-smooth against her skin. The bed had been turned down and he pushed away the rest of the covers, leaving the bed as naked as they were. Then he knelt and positioned himself over her, his knees on either side of her thighs. His thick cock bobbed as he moved, then he lowered himself and she felt the heavy shaft rest on her stomach. But rather than drive it into her right away—like Hank would have done—he kissed her. His legs were on either side of hers, his big body hovering over her, his cock ready to burst … but he kissed her slowly … thoroughly … stroking her hair from her face in a gesture so tender it almost brought tears to her eyes.

  “You are a delight I intend to enjoy as thoroughly and as often as I can.”

  The words disturbed her on some level, but the blazing light of desire in his eyes, and the feel of his masculine presence imbuing her with rampant need, overwhelmed her so thoroughly nothing else mattered.

  Impatient to feel him inside her, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled it to her. He chuckled and pressed it to her opening, then glided forward.

  Slowly.

  Easing in a little at a time.

  “Oh, God,” she cried, wanting him deeper. Wanting his whole cock embedded all the way inside her. “Please.”

  He leaned down and murmured against her ear, “Please what, baby?”

  “Please … push … all the way … in.” The words came out in short pants.

  But still he eased forward in a slow, purposeful manner. Stretching her a little at a time.

  “I love that you’re desperate for me.” He nipped her ear, sending an explosion of tingles dancing along her neck. “What would you do if I pulled out and made you beg for more?”

  “No, please.” She almost squealed as he started to draw back.

  He laughed aloud, the joyful sound filling the room. He eased forward a little.

  She clutched his shoulders. “Oh, please, fill me.”

  He drew back again, pulling almost to the point of slipping free, then stayed there … poised. She couldn’t understand how he could do this. He’d been close to erupting when he’d pulled free of her mouth. He obviously had a great deal of restraint.

  “Call me sir,” he said.

  “Sir?”

  He smiled. “Like you did in the cab.”

  She stared at him, uncertain.

  “Tell me what you want, and call me sir when you do it.”

  “I … want you to push inside me … sir.”

  This was embarrassing. She wasn’t used to talking during sex, and certainly not making her needs known.

  He nudged in a little deeper. She squeezed around him, trying to pull him farther in.

  “Tell me more.”

  She bit her lip. This was obviously a turn-on for him, so she would try.

  “I … want you all the way inside me.”

  He nodded, enco
uraging.

  “Pumping into me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to fuck me. Fast and hard.”

  “This is all very nice and I’m loving it, but you’re forgetting something.”

  “I am?”

  He grinned. “Sir.”

  “Oh, yes. Sir. Please, sir, I want you to fuck me. Fast and—ohhhh!” She gasped as he drove deep into her.

  “Oh, God.” Tears welled from her eyes at the sheer pleasure of him filling her so full.

  He drew back and glided deep again.

  “Tell me you like that.”

  “I like that,” she said in a quivery voice. At the rise of his eyebrow, she quickly added, “Sir.”

  He chuckled, then drove into her again.

  “Oh, sir. Oh, yes.” It was like a cork had been removed and all the sounds she’d stifled over the years came bubbling out.

  He thrust again and again.

  “Oh, please, sir. Fuck me hard.”

  He pumped deep and groaned.

  “Remember … I told you…” he said between thrusts, “to call my name … when you come?”

  She nodded, her senses quivering with pleasure.

  He nuzzled her ear. “Instead … call me master … as you come.”

  A small part of her wanted to protest, but the whole rest of her shouted it down with resounding enthusiasm.

  He drove into her, his thick shaft gliding deep and hard. Her whole body quivered with pleasure and she felt light-headed.

  “I’m so close, baby,” he murmured against her ear.

  She sucked in air, blissful sensations shimmering through her core. “I…” She gasped as he drove deep. “I’m going to…” Pleasure swamped her senses. It rose like a geyser, thrilling her senses. Leaving her gasping.

  “Oh, master, you’re…” She clung to him, her head spinning. “Making. Me. Ohhhhhh.” She gasped. “Come!” The final word lingered on a long moan.

  He groaned and drove deep and hard, pinning her to the bed. He erupted inside her, the feel of his liquid heat surging her orgasm to a new peak. She clung to him as he started pumping again, riding her with deep thrusts, driving her wails higher and higher.