Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
When his body bucked and he shouted her name, she took every drop. And loved it.
They spent the next few hours in play, mouths and tongues and hands and fingers. He made her come so hard, tears leaked from her eyes. Her voice grew hoarse with her cries of pleasure. Her body had never felt so worshipped. And she became intimate with the timbre of his groans and growls.
She couldn’t say whether she fell asleep or passed out from pleasure overload.
But she dreamed of featherlight kisses on her neck and tender caresses across her breasts. Then a hand pulling her leg back over his thigh, spreading her for his sensual touch. Long, delicious minutes of play took her to the edge.
But this was no dream. Unless Clay was her dream man.
He nudged at her entrance, and she mourned the feel of the latex he’d donned. She wanted skin to skin.
Then she forgot all that as he teased her, seduced her. She loved the intimate angle, her back to his chest as he slid slowly inside her, her ankle hooked behind his calf, holding herself open for him. His fingers played an erotic melody on her body as he caressed her G-spot. He touched her everywhere—kisses against her neck, breath across her ear, his hardness inside her.
He killed her with pleasure. She panted, moaned, cried out. Still, he took her with that slow, relentless stroke that never went deep enough yet somehow drove her to the edge of madness.
He withdrew, rolled her to her belly, stuffed a pillow beneath her stomach, and seated himself fully between her legs. Then he drove fast, he drove hard. Burying her face against the pillow, she screamed out her pleasure. She’d never wanted it this hard, but with him, it was so sweet, so good, so necessary to her whole being that tears pricked her eyes. Her body clamped down on him, and her release catapulted her into ecstasy, going on and on in delicious waves.
He stiffened, pressed tight against her, his back arched as he braced on his arms. She wanted to see him, but she couldn’t turn her head far enough. A guttural cry fell from his lips as he climaxed against her womb, the feel of him vibrating through her chest and gripping her heart.
Finally, he fell prone on top of her, his weight luscious.
No man had ever been as good as Clay.
Maybe no man ever would be again.
He’d used the bathroom, and when he returned, Clay wrapped himself around her. He couldn’t say exactly when he fell asleep, but he woke to the foggy light of dawn. Saskia hadn’t moved. He couldn’t move either. The sweetness of her in his arms was too much to give up.
She’d said only one night. But one night would never be enough for him. Would she tell him her full name? Give him her phone number?
She held all the cards. Because he was the one who wanted to beg for more.
But she must have felt how extraordinary their night had been. She must feel that once would never be enough. He wanted to send out for more condoms. Maybe he could sneak down to the bar’s restroom and get another three-pack out of the machine.
Then he could seduce her into staying with him.
Maybe forever.
Saskia woke to the feel of him covering her like a warm blanket, the soft, crinkly sensation of his hair along her legs.
The sex had been ridiculously good. Amazing. Incredible. How many superlatives could she come up with? She’d enjoyed learning more about him last night in the bar, his list of three wishes so unlike a man who was only out for what he could take from other people.
Yet he was running a business she didn’t trust. The entire art world was full of greed. She’d seen it. She’d been a victim of it.
If only he wasn’t who he is.
He must have felt her stir because his breath brushed her ear, turning her liquid inside as he whispered, “That was amazing.” He stole the word right out of her mind. “When can I see you again?”
Her body wanted to say, Yes, yes, yes! But her mind cried, No, no, no. In the time it took her not to answer, he said, “You are the most incredible lover I’ve ever known.”
A man like him must have had many lovers; she didn’t begrudge him that. It was his artists’ platform she wasn’t sure of. It was the way he could potentially use artists.
But after talking with him, after making love with him all night long, she wondered if he could actually be that kind of man. Of course, men like him could be deceptive. They told you what you wanted to hear. Just as he was telling her now.
“I know you said only one night.” He seduced her with a light caress down her arm. “But don’t you think what we had last night was too good to experience only once?”