His hands tweaked her hard nipples. His cock drove harder and harder, and she got closer until she screamed his name and he finally gave in. With one last thrust, she dived over the edge and heard his hoarse shout as he followed. Her muscles contracted and squeezed mercilessly around him and he slumped over her. His skin was warm and damp, and already she felt darkness slipping over her as her body surrendered to the sensual beating. His arms rolled her close and tucked her in, and then she drifted to sleep with his name lingering on her lips.
Jack stared at the naked, sleeping woman beside him. He tamped down on the sense of pure triumph and possession streaking through his testosterone system. Always logical and able to sort out a situation, he admitted last night had been a mistake. Erect and uncomfortable, he’d sought a brisk walk along the cliffs to ease the tension. When he found himself at her window, he turned and saw her on the rocks. Half naked, head arched up to the sky, pleasuring herself. He knew in that moment he had to claim her body, despite his disgust for everything she was. His primitive instincts roared through him and civilization had no chance at survival. Jack made a quick decision to sleep with her and wring her out of his system. Then go on with his search for a real wife.
Julianna grunted in her sleep and smashed her face into the pillow. Unlike her ladylike tendencies in public, her private fantasies in the bedroom surpassed any of his expectations. She took everything he gave and begged for more. Jack looked down at his rock hard erection with dismay. His need for her wasn’t going away. Last night had only increased it. He knew before she woke, confused and upset at her impulsive decision to take the gardener to bed, he needed a plan. Something to disarm her defenses.
He left the bedroom and made his way into the fully stocked kitchen. He noted with amusement the organic whole bean coffee with a fancy espresso machine and got to work. He loved Americans and their joy for toys.
He made the coffee with quick, economical movements and brought in two cups. After his first sip, he grudgingly approved of the machine. It was the best damn cup of coffee he’d ever had.
Jack watched with pleasure as she lifted her head halfway up the pillow as the heady scent hit her senses. Slowly, one eye opened. She stared at him, perched half naked in the chair beside her bed. Jack watched the flicker of expressions cross over her face as the events of last night replayed in her mind. A chuckle strangled his lips when red hot color flooded her cheeks. She sat up.
“Good morning. I made coffee.”
She didn’t answer, focused on his wardrobe of black briefs and a morning erection. Ducking her head, she reached for the cup. “Good morning,” she said. “Thank you.”
He grinned with delight at her polite tone and wondered if she’d speak so properly if he had his cock deep in her throat. He pushed the thought aside and got to work before her defenses shot back up.
“I know you may be regretting last night. Probably thinking it’ll never happen again, it was a mistake, so on and so forth.”
She didn’t respond, but he knew he’d snagged her attention. “So, before we make a mess of our morning I’d like to offer you a proposal.”
One brow arched. He caught a glimmer of irritation from cocoa brown eyes, which only made him want to slam her back on the bed and kiss the expression off her face. “What proposal?” she asked.
“You want to marry someone with money.” He put up his hands as she opened her mouth to snap at him. “I’m not judging, just noting what you told me. I may not agree, but I certainly understand. A wanderer isn’t in the cards for your mate. But if last night was any indication, you need to let off some steam before you explode.”
He spoke fast. “Who knows what type of husband you’ll decide to settle down with? This is an opportunity for both of us to satisfy ourselves sexually without any expectations. I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. We’ll keep our affair a secret, and I’ll only visit you late at night. You pursue your proper husband, and I’ll finish my work here and move on. We’ll keep out of the public eye, there’ll be no nasty gossip, and you won’t ruin your reputation.”
She sipped her coffee and stared at him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How do I know you’ll keep a secret?”
He dropped his gaze to her naked breasts, hanging heavy and ripe. Her nipples hardened immediately and stood to attention, practically begging for his mouth. He gave a low, wicked laugh as she yanked up the sheet to cover herself. “Because I want you and it’s an arrangement that suits us both.”
She tossed a heavy tangled mass of chocolate curls over her shoulder and challenged him. “How do you know my cravings aren’t slaked? Maybe I got you out of my system last night. Maybe it’s time for you to leave.”
Lust speared deep and hard. God, she was gorgeous. All flushed, soft skin and wet heat. She wanted to play games with a master. Damn, she had spirit. She never let a man peek beneath her surface. He stretched out his legs in lazy abandon as she watched him from heavily lidded eyes, halfway cautious. He reached for her cup and placed it on the table. “Maybe we should find out.”
He moved quickly. In seconds, he ripped off the sheet and pinned her to the mattress. He caught her wrists and held them high above her head while he held her down with one heavy thigh. She breathed hard, her mouth open slightly in shock. He kept his hold firm as he allowed his other hand to lazily trace the outline of her body, flicking her nipples, travelling downward to stop dip two fingers in her pulsing wetness. Her eyes darkened and she arched away from him, trying to free herself.
“Let me go.” Her words caught on a pant as he used his thumb to work her clit in a gentle, steady rhythm.
“I’ll give you one more minute to make your decision. Tell me to go again and I’m out of here.”
He covered his mouth with hers and drank in the heady taste of her while he continued to arouse. Her tongue tangled and battled with his as he fought for possession of her mouth, then celebrated his victory by marauding every last inch of her slick, hot entrance. Her juices flowed freely against his hand and she twisted wildly underneath him, desperate for more. When he pulled away, he no longer felt like playing. He waited.
“Tell me to go.”
She moaned, caught halfway to orgasm. Her fingers clenched against his and she gave him the words. “Don’t go. Take me.”
“You agree to the bargain? You belong to me at night. You do anything I say, any way I say it. Got it?”
“Yes. Please, Jack.”
“Get on top of me.”
He ripped off his briefs and flipped her over so she straddled him. He fitted himself with a condom, then guided her to take him, inch by slow inch. She gasped as he filled her, and his hands rubbed the ripe globes hanging down as he urged her on. When he was buried deep, she wiggled to adjust, and he almost lost it. Jack gritted his teeth, cursed viciously, and held onto his control.
“Now ride me. Hard.”
She threw back her head and rode him. He rubbed her nipples, then gripped her hips as she ground her clit against his cock, searching for the release. He reached between them and worked his fingers over her throbbing bud, slick and swollen. Then he felt her explode inside of him, her juices running over his dick as she clenched tight. She cried out as the orgasm took hold, and without a second thought, he followed her over the edge. His body shook as he let go, and then she slumped over his chest, breathing hard.
He remained quiet as he stroked her back, the skin pale and silky smooth. The luscious curve of her ass sat perfectly in his palm as he squeezed the tender flesh in a rough massage. She finally spoke.