One Night With Her (6 page)

“I like it very, very much,” she said,
sounding mesmerized as she gazed at his hard length. She took him
in her hand and stroked him several times, and he nearly growled
from the pleasure that ricocheted through his body as she touched
him. Quickly, he stilled her hand. “You made me stop, so now I’m
going to make you stop.”

He pressed the condom into her palm, and
buzzed his lips along her neck up to her ear. “Put it on me,” he
said in a firm voice, giving her a command.

She opened the wrapper, tossing it to the
floor, then slid it on him. She tugged his body closer, rubbing the
head of his cock across her slippery wetness. A wave of heat licked
his veins, scorching him. He welcomed it.
Fucking
gladly.

“Were you worried you couldn’t come twice if
I finished going down on you?”

“Yes.”

“You know that only makes me want to prove
you wrong,” he said, then reached for her leg, gripped her thigh,
and wrapped it around him. “Hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going to
take you for a ride.”

* * *

She’d be making an offering tomorrow to the
Patron Saint of Endowment because Jack did not have a textbook
cock. Not even close. He was long, thick, wide, and absolutely
fucking perfect. But more than that, he knew what to do with this
beautiful gift he’d been given. He entered her, and she moaned
instantly as he filled her, stretching her in ways she hadn’t been
stretched in God only knew how long. He paused for a moment,
letting her adjust to his size.

“I can handle it,” she murmured.

He raised an eyebrow. “Good. Because I’m not
going to take it easy. Not after you teased me when I was on my
knees for you,” he said, thrusting deeper into her. She grasped his
shoulders, holding on tight. She wanted to run her hands all over
his beautiful body, to explore his chest, to grab his hard ass, and
run her fingers across it.

But all she could do was hold on as he
pumped into her, giving her the fucking he’d promised. Taking her
deep, and hard, and up against the wall. The room was dark, only a
faint glow from the bathroom light illuminated them, but they would
have made quite a picture. A silhouette of unbridled lust. His
shirt open, his pants down to his knees, shoes still on.
Half-undressed too, only her panties had made it off. Her shirt was
undone, her bra still on, her skirt hiked up to her waist. He
gripped her leg tight, his hands strong and unyielding as if he
would never let go of her as he rolled his hips, sending his cock
deeper into her, his hard length hitting her with just the perfect
amount of friction.

“You tasted so good, Michelle. I don’t like
that you denied me,” he said in a hot growl against her throat.
“But it only makes me want you more.”

“I just wanted you inside me. You feel so
good inside me.”

“Fucking you is perfection,” he groaned,
then reached his other hand to her ass, squeezing the cheek hard,
unleashing a blast of pure heat through her body. She felt as if
she were on fire, as if her body had become an inferno of pleasure
as he drove into her. Words were no longer needed, not even their
naughty back and forth, because they were reduced to pants and
moans. His steely length filled her so completely that she was sure
nothing else existed in the whole wide world. But
this
—the
pure and absolute bliss of his glorious cock sliding in and out,
harder, deeper, faster. His fingers playing against the soft flesh
of her rear. Squeezing her cheeks.

The world around her was white with bright,
hot stars exploding as he took her deeper.

He bent his head to her neck, all while
gripping her, never letting go. Her belly clenched, and she felt
the first surge of sensations, like a rocket engine starting to
burn, rattling as it began to take off. He pressed his lips to her
shoulder as he pumped into her. He bit down, his teeth sharp
against her skin, sending a rush of fresh and sweet pain into her
body. It was the key turned in the ignition, and in an instant
there was liftoff. She shot into the sky, engulfed in pleasure that
spread in a fury from her center all the way through to her
fingertips.

Her moans escalated. Her words became a
frenzied chorus of
I’m going to come, I’m going to come.
Then, finally, his name.

“
Oh God, Jack,
” she called out, not
even recognizing her own voice anymore. Not even sure where it was
coming from. She wasn’t even here. She was in an opium den of
bliss, a pleasure palace of his making as he thrust so deep and so
hard that she swore her first orgasm rolled right into a second
one. The next wave hit her unexpectedly, a shattering burst of
bright light and gorgeous heat that pulsed through her in
aftershocks. She didn’t think she ever wanted to stop coming, even
as he raced to join her on the other side, another bite into her
shoulder setting him off.

He groaned, holding her tight as his brows
scrunched, his groans turned primal, and he came too.

* * *

They lay tangled up in each other, clothes
still half-on, having fallen into bed.

“If my calculations are correct, that was
twice,” he said, as he ran his fingers through her hair. He loved
the feel of her hair against his skin.

“That has never happened to me before,” she
said, still dazed, and he wanted her to look like that again and
again with him. As soon as he thought that, he realized he didn’t
want a one-night stand with her. He wanted two nights, three
nights, more and more. To make her come again and again. To bring
out that response.

“We can do it again,” he said, offering in a
tone that was both playful but truly sincere. He wanted her to know
he meant it. He turned on his side, propping his head on his hand,
running his fingers down her hipbone. “Michelle with two
L
s,
what would you think about another time?”

“Well, I should hope you’re planning on
another time in about, say,” she stopped to look at her watch,
“fifteen minutes.”

He laughed lightly. “Yes, obviously this
room is for multiples of multiple orgasms, and I fully intend on
fucking you again in, say, ten minutes.” Then he turned more
serious, because he wanted her to know that this could be more than
one night. Funny, how he hadn’t expected that, and had figured a
quick romp and then goodbye would be all that was needed. But even
though he had no intention of anything serious happening, because
he was no good at those type of relationships, he could go for
dinner, and another night like this. Or just skip the meal and have
her come over to his penthouse apartment, drink wine, and then
enjoy some window sex in front of the full-length glass in his
living room that overlooked the park. Yeah, he could go for either,
both, any combo. “But I also would love to see you again. What are
you doing this weekend?”

She paused, the corner of her lips quirking
up in a half-smile. “Just Jack, are you asking me out on a
date?”

He grinned, then leaned in for a quick kiss,
brushing his lips against her bruised and red ones, the evidence of
how she’d been kissed, and desired. His mark on her, this woman he
wanted. “I suppose I am.”

“Then you’re going to need to be more than
Just Jack. Want to cough up that last name now?” she said, making a
gimme
motion with her hands.

He parted his lips to answer, but was cut
short when Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” started playing, a loud
crescendo of the most famous part of the piece of music. Michelle
twitched, her shoulders visibly tensing. She sprang out of bed,
hunting for her purse, then fishing around in it for her phone as
she buttoned her shirt. Possibilities flashed through his brain—was
she married? Was this the Bat Call from a friend, saving her from a
man she didn’t want?

“Michelle here,” she said in a crisp,
business-like tone as she tucked her shirt into her skirt.

Maybe it was work. He didn’t know what she
did for a living.

Listening to the call, she nodded several
times as she stuffed her feet back into her black pumps, then
smoothed a hand down her shirt. “I understand. Please tell her I
will call her in three minutes.”

She hung up, and sighed heavily. “Jack. I’m
so, so sorry. That was my service. A patient of mine needs me. But
I swear I want to see you again, so please take my number and call
me tomorrow, okay?”

He narrowed his eyes, not sure if he
believed her. “If you just want a one-time thing, that’s cool. Or
if you’re married and rushing home to your husband, maybe let me
know that too so I can stay far away.”

She walked quickly to the bed, bending down
to drop a kiss on his lips. “I swear I’m not married, not even
close. And I haven’t been involved with anyone in ages, and I would
really like to see you again, so give me your number and I’ll call
you right now so you have mine in your phone,” she said, and she
seemed so earnest and bullshit-free that he chose to believe her.
He knew what she did now; she was a doctor, and that made sense
since she’d said she made people feel better. Noble profession, and
all. He rattled off his number, and she dialed it. His phone
sounded from his pocket.

She arched an eyebrow. “You like Ravel?”

He nodded. “Classical music aficionado
here.”

“We have so much to talk about. Text me
tomorrow. And, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the two best orgasms of my
life.”

“Next time, we’ll make it a double of a
double.”

“I’m going to hold you to it. And on that, I
need to run,” she said, slinging her purse higher on her shoulder
then opening the door. It clanged loudly behind her when it shut,
the sound of the night ending far too soon.

He shifted to his back, tucking his hands
behind his bed, and staring at the ceiling. Too bad the room didn’t
have an hourly rate, because they’d only used it for thirty
minutes.

The sound of a siren echoed in the distance,
the noise of New York inserting itself into another moment. The
room closed in on him, suddenly too small, too empty as he longed
for both her company and her body.

Your 2 p.m.

Jack wiped the slight sheen of sweat from
his forehead and took aim, cleanly delivering the basketball
through the net.

“Did you miss me last night?” Nate asked as
he grabbed the ball.

Jack laughed. “Not one bit.”

Nate raised an eyebrow as he dribbled the
ball between his legs. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

His friend knew him too well. But then, any
man would know what he meant, because that’s where a man’s mind was
most of the time. Nate was no different. Besides, now that Nate’s
friend Bryan had settled down with Nate’s sister, Jack was the one
regularly quizzed about his late-night antics. He hadn’t had much
to say lately though, and he certainly hadn’t shared details of his
sex life with Aubrey back when they were together. Though his times
with her had never been as exciting as only one night with
Michelle.

It was okay that he was the quieter one when
it came to the morning-after report. Nate usually had enough fodder
for the both of them.

“Maybe it does,” he said as Nate took his
turn shooting.

“And does that mean you’ll be the one
canceling drinks next time?” Nate asked as Jack grabbed the
ball.

“You know what? It just might mean that. But
for a much better reason than working late on a deal.”

“That deal is going to make my company a lot
of money, though.”

“That’s a good thing then.”

“Yeah, but not as good as other things.”

He flashed back to last night. To Michelle’s
body, half-naked. He’d need to get the rest of her clothes off
tonight.

“You’re right. Definitely not as good as
other things that I’m going to engage in again tonight,” he said
with a wicked grin.

“Lucky bastard,” Nate whistled as the ball
sailed through the net.

Maybe he was talking about the ball. Or
maybe he was talking about the possibility of another time. The
latter was a hell of a lot more exciting.

So exciting that he sent Michelle a text as
soon as they finished shooting hoops that morning.

J: Are you still holding me to that foursome
of orgasms tonight? Because I plan on delivering.

M: Four? Consider me game.

He texted her on and off throughout his day,
until it was time for his appointment, and even then he kept up the
volley on his walk to the Lexington Avenue building.

* * *

M: By the way, did I tell you that I woke up
this morning thinking about what you did to me against the
wall?

J: Did you touch yourself?

M: What do you think?

J: That you had that gorgeous sexy
O
mouth going on this morning in your bed.

M: Maybe I did

J: Would love to see that. Fingers or
toys?

M: Both. And if you want to know more,
you’ll have to take me to dinner.

J: That can be arranged, but I’m going to
need to eat food, and eat you.

M: How about you make arrangements for the
former, and I do for the latter?

J: I’ll make reservations at a restaurant. I
might need to taste you first though. Not sure if I can wait. I’ll
text you later. I have a meeting in five min. Walking into the
building now.

M: Mmm . . . I like the way you think . . .
and I have an appt too. Can’t wait to see you again.

J: Can’t wait to see you.

Michelle grinned wickedly as she turned her
personal phone to silent, then tucked it into a desk drawer. She
always gave her clients supreme focus, and that included not only
silencing the phone, but placing it completely out of sight.
Besides, Jack was already front and center in her mind; she didn’t
need to clutter her thoughts with even more of him when she had to
focus on her next patient. He was some kind of magic, though; he’d
been the only man whose touch had made her forget Clay. She hadn’t
thought of her good friend once last night. Jack had been so
overpowering, so dominant that there was no room for anyone but
Jack in her head and heart.