Authors: Alice Gaines
Total Abandon (9 page)
“Maybe the emotional intimacy has scared me more than the physical,” she said. “Maybe I was using the drive for a perfect orgasm as a defense.”
He tapped the end of her nose with his finger. “You’re overthinking it again.”
She laughed. “I’m incorrigible.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Do you think I’ll find a guy who knows how to use a feather as a weapon the way you do?”
Now it was his turn to laugh. “Not likely.”
“Or huevos rancheros and margaritas in bed?”
“Now, that you might get, but you’ll have to speak up for yourself and let your man know what you want.”
“Also not my strong suit.” She ran her arms around his ribs and laid her head against his chest.
“You’ll do fine.”
“I don’t know.” She stood in silence for a moment, a warm bundle in his arms. “I’m not going to find anyone as skilled as you on the outside.”
“No, but you’ll find someone who loves you and who’ll work his butt off to make you happy.”
“That’s not the part of his body I’m worried about.”
“And his fingers and his tongue and his cock,” he said. “You can teach him about feathers, too.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of being right?” She patted his chest and eased herself out of his embrace.
“I don’t get tired of hearing I’m right. Especially from a brainiac like you.”
“Well, back to work, I guess. I should be at the lab in an hour or so.” She gazed around, a wistful smile on her face. “It’s going to look weird after all this.”
“That’s the real world.” He spread his arms wide. “This is fantasy.”
“I may need more lessons, just to make sure I’ve gotten over all my hang-ups,” she said.
“That can be arranged. I’m always up for more experimentation, professor.”
She grinned up at him. “You’d make an excellent colleague.”
“Call me whenever you need a little collaboration. I’ll have the feather ready.”
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Cassandra Willis is ready to let loose, ready to finally explore the sort of wild, uninhibited pleasure she’s always dreamed of—but only if promised complete discretion. Club Ecstasy offers luxury and secrecy . . . and the lover of her dreams.
But as she explores her every desire and discovers a naughty side she never knew existed, Cassandra will have to decide how complete her transformation will be. Will this sizzling encounter with the one man capable of meeting her every need be a mere diversion? Or will Cassandra’s temptation lead to a new beginning . . . and a second chance at knowing herself?
“I
’M
C
ASSANDRA
. I
’D
rather not use my last name.”
“We don’t need names at all.” He took her hand in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought her fingers to his mouth and nibbled gently on the tips.
She could have laughed at the absurdity of having her fingers in a strange man’s mouth if he hadn’t given her exactly the look from his picture—as if she were something particularly tempting to eat. After a few seconds, she began to tremble, so she pulled her hand back.
His eyebrows rose. “Nervous, princess?”
“No, I . . . well . . . that is . . . princess?”
“That’s what you look like to me,” he said. “The beautiful princess who’s been locked in the tower her whole life. Let’s bring you down to earth.”
He put his big hands on her hips and turned her around. Before she could protest, ask him what he intended, or ask what she should do, he moved his fingers upward and massaged kink after kink out of her shoulders and neck. Her muscles became pliant beneath his touch, and rather than trembling, she swayed backward toward him.
He put his mouth against her ear. “That’s it, princess. Relax.”
“You do that very well.” Her voice had dropped a couple of octaves from its earlier croak, and even to her own ears, she sounded, well, sexy.
So when he lowered his lips to the space just behind her earlobe, she didn’t flinch or jump but accepted the caress. As sweet as it was, the kiss lingered in that sensitive spot until her head grew heavy and tipped to the side, exposing her throat to him.
“Now we’re talking,” he murmured. Reaching around, he grasped the ends of the bow that fastened the top of her blouse and undid it. That bared more of her skin, and he trailed kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder. She almost groaned with pleasure. This was exactly what she’d come for: pure sex with a man who knew what he was doing. She didn’t have to worry about propriety or spying eyes. She could simply take whatever he gave her, and if this tiny sample indicated what he could do, she’d made the right decision.
Somehow, he’d made her surrender simple. No discussions or intellectual decisions. She only had to allow herself to enjoy his caresses. How could she not? His touch was exquisite. Just the right amount of pressure, kissing, nibbling, and touching her with his tongue. She leaned against him, silently asking for more and giving him permission to explore.
“I love the way you respond, princess,” he said. “You’re making me hot.”
“Yes.” She’d agreed to something with that word. Who knew what? Who cared as long as he continued to set fire to her nerves?
“Oh, yeah.” His hands rose to cup her breasts and squeezed. Their first step across a sexual border, and it felt so good. Her flesh seemed to swell and press against her bra, becoming sensitive enough to ache with need.
“You like that?” he asked.
Instead of answering, she gave him a moan that turned into a sigh.
“Good.” He found her nipples through the layers of clothing, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks until they stiffened.
A conscious thought formed at the back of her mind.
I’ve become aroused
. And was she ever. This was what she’d imagined while reading the explicit parts of her novels. Sensuality that could pull you under, drowning out the real world and washing away any objection with its power.
Excitement like this shouldn’t be possible. It should exist only in fiction, but here she stood, feeling the tug. Giving in to it. Letting it rob her of thought, of breath.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “Let’s see if you’re wet.”
The word scarcely registered, but when he reached to her skirt and tugged up the hem, his destination penetrated the fog in her mind. She had no time to object or even to tense as his fingers brushed against the fabric covering her mound. They landed on the lips between her thighs, so swollen and sensitive. Her legs gave out, and she sagged against him.
With an evil laugh, he caught her around the waist and held her upright. “Let me guess. Panty hose and panties.”
“Oh, God.”
“I didn’t think women wore panty hose anymore,” he said. “That’s okay. I like a challenge.”
An Excerpt from
Susan McGraw knows she’s demanding. And after a rough breakup, she thinks she’s earned it. Luckily Club Ecstasy can satisfy her every desire. Only, tonight one man won’t be enough—she requires the devotion of two hot men. But when one of her lovers turns out to be the boyfriend she loved and lost, Susan realizes she might be in over her head. . . .
When Adam, manager of Club Ecstasy and Susan’s former boyfriend, realizes he’s going to have to share her, he thinks he’ll lose his mind with jealousy. But instead of feeling envious, watching her with another man turns him on like mad. Together the three of them experience the ultimate sensual and sexual exercise—but after all is said and done, will a new trick heal old wounds?
A
DAM’S DARK GAZE
met hers.
“Are you happy?”
“Delirious,” she said. “What about you?”
His expression said nothing. “I’d use a somewhat different word.”
“And the bathroom, madame.” Jeff stood by an open door and gestured across the threshold.
White marble nearly blinded Susan when she stepped inside, and light bounced off brass faucets and fixtures. A glass-enclosed shower occupied the far wall, and a sunken tub took up much of the rest of the room. Plenty of opportunities for fun there.
When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Jeff had undone his tie and was removing the jacket of his suit. He draped that over one of the chairs and proceeded to take out his cufflinks. With those set aside, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing strong forearms covered with sun-bleached hairs.
Susan started in on the buttons of her blouse, but he moved to stop her hands. “Let me do that.”
As Jeff undressed her, Adam took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and watched. Perhaps they’d worked together before, because Jeff seemed to know how to conduct a threesome without being told. Jeff had an expert touch, his big fingers working buttons while the warmth of his body enveloped her. He bent to nibble at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot, leaving no doubt about what type of encounter would follow.
Adam’s face gave nothing away, but he seemed intent on observing every move she and his coworker made. She stood where she was and allowed Jeff to remove her clothing. His fingers gliding over her skin, he rid her of her blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra. When her breasts fell loose, Adam stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. If she hadn’t been so utterly and completely turned on, she might have covered them out of shyness, but timidity didn’t fit with these men and her plans to have both of them.
Once he had her naked from the waist up, Jeff dropped to his knees in front of her. He popped the snap of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Skimming his hands over her hips, he slid both her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them with his help. Now totally nude, she stood and allowed both of the men to see her. Jeff smiled, deepening the dimple in his cheek, but Adam might have been a statue, sitting completely still, his hands on his knees.
He’d never stared at her that way before, not in the entire time they’d lived together. He’d seen her naked every day, often after having undressed her himself. He’d touched her everywhere, whispering how much he wanted her. Sometimes, he’d simply taken her when neither of them could wait and needed each other immediately. He’d never sat, watching, without reaching for her.
Her stomach did a little flip, and her heart raced. His detachment created a thrill not unlike fear and most definitely not unlike sexual need.
Then Jeff eased her legs apart, and his intent became clear. Oral sex, when she was already so turned on she could hardly stand. The most intimate act possible, with another man watching. How incredibly erotic. When he put his mouth over her pussy, the world retreated, leaving her with nothing but a hunger for the ultimate contact: the feel of his tongue against her throbbing clit.
He didn’t make her wait long. In a few seconds, his tongue parted the lips of her sex and landed on the supersensitive organ. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to give out, but he held her upright, his arms around her hips. For a man who’d met her only minutes ago, he learned quickly the exact pressure to use to send her from aroused to ready to burst out of her skin. As she started the climb to orgasm, she gripped his head for balance. No matter what, she must not lose the delicious friction that had her blood whooshing in her ears.
Oh, God, so good. So fucking good. Her breathing grew harsh, and the sound of a woman’s voice came to her. Her own, of course, but not as she’d ever heard it. So full of raw need and so unconcerned with anything but her own pleasure. Shameless. Demanding. And he kept giving, his tongue fluttering over the tip of her clit and then pressing harder.
She could have this and more. Much, much more, for hours. As long as she could stand it. So, when the orgasm neared, she welcomed it, not fighting its power. It began at the point of contact with his tongue and built, like a huge wave climbing, climbing, and then cresting. As it washed over her, she used the last bit of air in her lungs to shout. The spasms started, deep and strong. On and on as if they’d never stop.
Eventually they did end, and she collapsed. Strong arms caught her and raised her against a solid chest. Not Adam. His scent was imprinted on her brain, and this man had his own perfume. Jeff laid her on the comforter on the huge bed and stretched out next to her.
He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “Good one?”
“Fabulous. Thank you.” He hadn’t satisfied her, though. More like taken the edge off. Inside, the fire still burned. It would rage out of control again as soon as one of them touched her in the right way. But they had hours together and plenty of time for lots of touches.
“I can make you come like that,” Adam said. He hadn’t moved from the chair, hadn’t even shifted his posture.
“I know you can,” she said.
Adam fell silent, leaving the obvious question unspoken.
Why do you need him, then?
“Is Susan one of your clients?” Jeff sat up on the bed. “Because if this is your turf . . .”
Adam let out a laugh that had nothing to do with humor. If they’d had more time, he could have explained the situation to Jeff.
“Turf? Hardly.”
“We were lovers,” she said, “out in the real world.”
“Hey, man. No one told me any of that.” Jeff got off the bed. “I don’t want to get between you and your girlfriend.”
“Were,” Susan said. “Past tense.”
“Still, I don’t know about this,” Jeff said. “I work for you, Adam.”
Adam leaned back in his chair and stared right into Jeff’s face. “You work for Madeline, and Madeline has assigned you to take care of Ms. McGraw. I think you’d better do it.”
“If you say so.” Jeff blew out a breath. “But how is watching us going to make you feel?”
“I’ll tell you.” Adam rose slowly.
For a moment, the room went deathly still. Even in her drugged state and with her sex aching to be filled, Susan held her breath and waited.
