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She smiled. “You do know how to flatter a girl, David.
You’re very sweet.”

Sweet, ugh.
David didn’t think himself the least bit
sweet right now, not when he was struggling to holster some very primal urges.
He gripped Sarah, stilling her sexy movements. “Please stop that.”

Sarah stared at him, working something out in her mind. At
last she said, “This really is the first time you’ve done anything like this,
isn’t it?”

“Hell yes.” What did she think? He’d slept his way into
ownership of a barely breaking-even vineyard? It wouldn’t say much for his
skills as a lover if that were the case. “Business and pleasure aren’t supposed
to mix.”

“How about for tonight we forget that it’s business. All I
want is the pleasure.” Winding her arms around his torso, Sarah slipped her
hands beneath his suit jacket and stroked those fingernails down his back
through the thinner cotton of his shirt. “If I ask nicely, will you pleasure
me, David?”

Her request made a low, feral growl erupt from his throat.
David reached down and grasped Sarah’s buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh. He
could be forgiven for this, couldn’t he? He’d been honest and hardworking all
his life. He paid his taxes, never mistreated women and hadn’t once raised his
hand toward anyone for a reason other than self-defense. He was, he believed, a
decent guy.

Right now he needed that decent guy to go screw himself.
Just bugger off for a bit while he took what Sarah was so blatantly offering.

“Lady, you don’t even have to ask me nicely,” he said before
swooping down once more to capture her mouth.

Chapter Three

For a first-time stud for hire, David was a truly terrific
kisser.

Sarah kept losing herself to the gentle demand of his lips,
the hot sweep of his inquisitive tongue. Every time she told herself to move
things along, get to the good stuff, she stopped herself with the realization
that this
was
the good stuff. The swamping kisses that ratcheted the
lust higher by degrees until she was panting and hot, ready for anything.

She had no idea how much time passed but it seemed like ages
before Sarah could bring herself to draw back and regain her breath. They were
both still fully dressed. That was an irritant Sarah was no longer willing to
endure.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of David’s embrace and turned.
Without issuing a verbal invitation, Sarah headed for the bedroom and its king
bed covered in a magenta-and-gold quilt and a mess of throw pillows. She was
aware of David’s intense focus on her as she parted the side zipper on her
dress and let it slip from her shoulders. She was confident she looked good in
the gauzy black lingerie and thigh-high stockings, complete with garter belt
and heels. Her mother had taught her the importance of watching what she ate
and Sarah enjoyed working out. At thirty-three she had the same body she’d had
ten years ago.

She rarely showed it off anymore. Two failed engagements,
one that had ended only a year ago, had made her gun-shy when it came to men.
But this wasn’t a potential relationship, this was a transaction. There was no
chance she’d get hurt here, so Sarah enjoyed the appreciation in David’s assessment
as she stripped, relished the haste she sensed in his strides as he followed
her into the bedroom.

From the doorway, he said, his voice husky, “I forgive
myself.” Sarah glanced at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. His
perusal blazed a trail over her body that left gooseflesh. “This is probably
the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but you are bloody perfect. So I forgive
myself.”

Sarah delighted in the rough compliment, her curiosity about
this man digging a little deeper. He really was wrestling with the whole
sex-for-cash thing. Thank goodness the fiscal details had been handled by his
agent—or madam, whatever she was called. Sarah couldn’t imagine David
nonchalantly slipping a roll of fifties into his suit jacket.

Speaking of which, she wanted his off. She needed to see if
those broad shoulders of his were as solid and strong as they had felt through
the layers of fabric. “Take off your coat.”

His lips quirked as he pushed off the doorjamb with his
shoulder and prowled into the room. He slipped off his suit jacket and laid it
across a chair in the corner. He went automatically for his tie then stopped.
He met her gaze. “This too?”

Between Sarah’s thighs, damp heat flared. “Yes,” she rasped.

Sarah watched, captivated, as David slowly undid his tie and
slipped it off. The slide of silk made a faint
whoosh
in the silence
that tantalized Sarah’s senses. When he made no move to release any of the
buttons on his shirt, her nipples became pained peaks. He was going to make her
push for all of it. She wouldn’t have thought that would make her so hot.

“Unbutton your shirt and take it off.”

The first glimpse of brown skin at his throat make her knees
weaken. Sarah sat on the bed, hoping she appeared more nonchalant than she was
as she watched him. There was a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest.
As he released more of the buttons, Sarah followed its path downward with her
eyes, until the tantalizing strip disappeared beneath his waistline.

She saw the telltale bulge behind his fly and her mouth watered.
Holding off on making the demand that leapt to her tongue, Sarah settled for
drinking in the sight of him shirtless.

He was incredible. Steely muscle overlaid by golden flesh
and that fine peppering of masculine hair. He hadn’t built that body in a gym,
the definition wasn’t orderly. But he was strong everywhere and so male in a
way that was raw, not carefully sculpted. Sarah couldn’t believe her luck in
being sent this man. He was hers for the night, and the realization made her
pussy contract in anticipation.

“Sarah.” The rough edge in his voice made her meet his eyes
again. The passion she saw swirling there took her breath. “Keep staring at me
like that and I can’t promise I’ll continue to be so polite.”

His warning increased her arousal tenfold. He might be
allowing her to lead but her mastery of the situation was tenuous. It made the
idea of commanding his actions all the more exciting. “Come over here and kiss
me again.”

Pushing out an uneven sigh, David advanced. He leaned over
her like a beautiful threat and twined strong fingers around her neck. When his
lips were an inch from hers Sarah raised her hand and put her fingers against
his mouth. If he kissed her like he had out in the living room she’d lose
control of herself completely.

Her heart thundered as she issued her next order. “Not on
the mouth. Everywhere else.”

His breath was hot on her fingertips as he groaned. The look
he gave her singed her where she sat. He nipped lightly at the pads of her
fingers before releasing them and lowering his face to her throat.

The stubble was a delicious scrape against the sensitive
skin there, the soft abrasion quickly soothed by the warmth of David’s tongue
swirling over her thumping pulse point. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, as
though he wanted to taste every layer of flavor she had to offer. Then he moved
lower, working his way over her collarbone until he encountered the strap of
her bra.

He lifted his head, holding her gaze as he slipped the strap
down her shoulder. Her breasts were so swollen that the slightest shift of that
fine fabric made the taut crest pop out of its confines. His breath fanned over
it, hot and tantalizing. “Would you like me to kiss you here?”

“God, yes.”

“Soft or hard?”

She’d never been asked anything like it before. In her
experience men simply saw what they wanted and took it. Sometimes she enjoyed
the consequences, sometimes not.
What do you want, Sarah? He’ll give you
anything.
The thought make her inner self pulse and flood. “Brush your lips
against me, softly. Then use your tongue.”

The first stroke across her sensitized tip made Sarah fall
back on her elbows. She watched, rapt, as David teased her with those velvety
lips and the fine graze of his stubbled jaw. Then he stuck out his tongue and
bathed her in liquid warmth.

“Oh
yes
.” Sarah couldn’t tear her concentration from
the sensuous sight of David working her nipple slowly and gently into a firm
bud of pure carnal need. He did it exactly as she’d asked. Exactly. Testing the
extent of her power, she commanded, “Harder now. Suck me.”

He did as she said, taking her deep into the hot recesses of
his mouth and suckling hungrily. Sarah arched, wanting more of the devouring
caress. David cupped her breast in one hand, holding her still so he could
focus his attention solely on the now-rigid tip.

“God, David,” Sarah panted. “The other one now. Hurry.”

His lips curved against her tortured flesh and she knew
she’d sounded more desperate than bossy. He transferred his ministrations to
her other breast, giving it the same treatment until Sarah was writhing beneath
the onslaught. She clamped her legs around David’s thigh where it rested
between hers on the bed. She needed contact there, pressure. She needed…

As good as mind reading, David slid his hand downward,
covering her sex through her flimsy French underwear. He gave the needy folds a
little teasing massage. “Like this?”

“Use your mouth on me there too.” Any awkwardness about
issuing orders in the bedroom was fast slipping away. “I need an orgasm, David.
From you.”

It had been too long since she’d had one by any other means
than her own fingers. Sarah’s belly fluttered as David trailed kisses over her
stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, swirling it over the slight
protrusion of her hipbone. He was teasing her mercilessly. “Hurry, David.”

“No.” It was the first time he’d openly defied her. He
grasped the waistband of her panties and started slipping them down her thighs,
so slowly Sarah was bitten by the urge to tell him to rip them off. “You’re too
lovely to rush, Sarah.”

Sarah had been thrown many compliments before but the way
David said she was lovely, as if he truly meant it, made her heart sigh a
little.
God, he’s good.
“Kiss me.”

Slowly, David caressed her thighs as he stared at the
juncture of them. His lips quirked. “Soft or hard?”

“
David.
”

“Do you want my tongue on your clit or is it too sensitive?”

Sarah bit down on her frustration. That actually wasn’t a
bad question. “It’s a little too sensitive at first. Direct contact is…” David
lowered his head and then the damp stroke of his tongue moved over her outer
lips, warming them and making Sarah’s lower body rock in a steady rhythm. “Yes…
There… Like that.”

His sigh of pleasure brushed over her damp lips and teased
the button between them, making it quiver. When David pushed a finger partway
into her, Sarah bucked in response. “Yes, I want your tongue there, buried deep
inside me.”

David groaned. When Sarah met his gaze she saw the dangerous
levels of lust barely banked in the dark orbs. He removed his finger from her
channel and lifted it to his mouth to suck at the juices he’d collected,
sighing as if he were devouring the finest chocolate.

Sarah was panting with need when he abruptly spoke. “Wait
right there.”

Then he turned and strode out of the room.

It took Sarah a few seconds to gather her wits. “Hey!”

He returned quickly, out of breath from running back to her.
His chest rose and fell in rapid puffs. He now held the champagne bottle. When
he saw the expression on her face, he smiled. “Impatient one, aren’t you?”

The way she’d lived, Sarah had rarely had to exhibit
patience. “Cheeky one, aren’t you?” she countered. “You were right in the
middle of something but you stopped because you were thirsty?”

“No, because I thought you might be.”

David sauntered over then handed her the bottle. All that
harsh breathing had taken a toll on her throat, so she took a sip of the fine
drink. Cristal from the bottle—her mother would be appalled. Not that Sarah was
ever likely to tell her.

With feral interest, David watched the way her lips wrapped
around the opening of the bottle. His hands went to the snap at the waistband
of his trousers, releasing it and lowering the zipper. Sarah drank more,
engrossed by the sight of David shucking his pants to reveal plain blue cotton
boxers.

A smile formed. No ludicrous leopard-print briefs for David.

“What’s funny?”

“Not funny.” There was nothing laughable about the size of
that tent in his shorts. “Pleasing.”

A touch of shyness colored his smile and Sarah’s heart
performed that little squeeze that was both good and terribly bad. Sarah
steeled herself against the way it beat faster, trying to maintain composure.
This
is sex, Sarah. Stop letting your heart go pitter-patter.

“Take those off too,” she commanded. “I want to see you
naked.”

Watching her steadily, David took the bottle of champagne
back and downed a swallow before responding. “If you take down your hair.”

“You first.”

He took another swig of the alcohol before placing it on the
floor at his feet. “How about we do this…simultaneously.”

There was nothing shy in the smile that accompanied that
suggestion. His eyes sparkled with the promise of mischief and bone-deep
satisfaction. Everything below Sarah’s waist buzzed with anticipation, robbing
her of the will to continue with their game of back-and-forth. The only
back-and-forth she wanted right now was the slide of David’s tongue in and out
of her aching pussy.

Without another word, Sarah reached behind her head for the
pins holding her twist in place. She pulled them out, one by one. David watched
as keenly as if she were undressing her body instead of her hair. As the first
locks fell onto her shoulders, he groaned and reached for his boxers, sliding
them over the obstruction of his swollen member and letting them drop to the
floor.

Sarah’s breath left her. He was so swollen, so flushed and
excited already. With her last fiancé Brent, she’d had to put in a lot of work
to get him to this stage, even in the beginning. Later, after she’d discovered
his penchant for screwing twenty-two-year-old bimbos over his office desk, he’d
blamed her for his lack of interest.
How can any man be turned-on by such a
cold, castrating bitch?

Shoving that unwelcome memory to the back of her mind, Sarah
reached out and touched David, sliding her fingertips along his engorged length
in fascination. She wasn’t cold with David and the response was apparently
mutual. “You really want me.”

“Is it that obvious?” David quipped, grasping her wrist and
stilling her explorations. “You’d better stop. You don’t want that to go off in
your hand.”

“Perhaps I do.”

Shaking his head, David cast off her touch, closing his eyes
briefly, showing how it cost him to do it. Then he lowered to his knees. “As
you pointed out, I was in the middle of something.”

He never took his gaze off hers as he once again raised the
champagne to his lips and took a healthy swallow. Then he bent his head to the
still-throbbing place between her parted thighs. This time his tongue was cool
as it bathed her fevered lips, and the contrast of temperatures made Sarah gasp
in surprised delight.

He laved her with that talented tongue, avoiding the
sensitized nub buried amongst her folds. His kiss was exquisite, hypnotizing.
Sarah rocked her hips slowly, encouraging him. When he dipped his tongue inside
her channel, she gripped the bed sheets tight. He darted in and out, teasing
and tasting with the flick of his tongue.