Sapphire (13 page)

“Taylor, this is a public place and—”

She frowned at him and tapped the belt against her palm.

“Ms. Molly, I mean.” Looking far from chastened, his eyes gleamed with a fierce light. He tugged on the handcuffs. She saw what it did to him. How it aroused him too.

Molly stepped back, set the coiled belt on the bar next to him and retrieved her martini. She stood watching him while she sipped. A gorgeous man at her mercy. Oh yeah, her blood rose to this too.

“Jack knows to give us privacy. He locked the front door on his way out. The people on the street will only see your back.”

He raised his brows at her perusal. “Okay, then, now what is your plan?”

“Oh, no. You don’t get to control this.” She set her martini on the bar. “The thing is, Adam, you did push too hard. You planned how to seduce me—and it worked, yes—but you had to have all the control, didn’t you?”

She unfastened his fly, the hiss of the zipper echoed by his breath. Placing a hand over his straining erection through the cloth, she looked into his eyes and waited.

“Yes,” he agreed, hoarse. “I didn’t dare leave anything to chance. I had to have you.”

“Your way.” She stroked him lightly, feeling him shudder under her fingers.

“No.” His eyes flared. “Any way.”

“I have this theory, Adam, that you might also long for a little, shall we say, loss of control.” She scratched her nails over his flat nipples, watching the wildness stir in his eyes.

“Are you the woman to take it from me?”

“Oh, yes, I think I could be.”

With her heels, she didn’t have to rise up much onto her toes to kiss him softly and whisper against his lips. “Sapphire.”

“What?” He looked confused.

“That’s your safe word. Our safe word. You may beg and plead all you like. We’ll share this.”

Staring into his golden eyes, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his slacks and boxers, dragging them down his muscled thighs. She crouched there, bunching the fabric around his ankles tightly.

“There’s something about a man’s pants around his feet, don’t you think?” She gave him a sly look, enjoying the aroused semi-panic on his face. His cock thrust forward, weeping at the tip, and she flicked it with a fingernail.

“Please,” he whispered.

Her sex pulsed in answer. Oh yes. She ran her hands over him, enjoying the ripple of muscle under his skin, his strength leashed for her. Touching every bit of him, kissing and nipping here and there, but careful not to brush his rampant cock, she worked her way down his body to the music of his groaning pleas until she knelt at his feet.

Glancing coyly up, she caught his gaze, avid, desperate. She popped open the tailored jacket of the suit, to show him her breasts pushed up by a deep blue lace shelf bra. He groaned out loud.

“Molly, you’re killing me.”

“I’ve barely started.” Taking him in her mouth, she ruthlessly drove him up, using tongue and suction to bring him to the edge, only to stop and fiddle with the edges of her lace bra. She tickled his swollen balls, rolling first one in her mouth, then the other, while he gasped for her to finish him off.

“Are you begging me?” she asked.

“Yes!”

She rose to her feet, leaning against his heaving chest, her fingers lightly wrapped around his cock. “Tell me.”

He glared at her. “Please for the love of all that’s holy, let me come, Molly!”

“No, tell me why.” She brushed her lips against his.

“Why what?”

“Why me?” She pinched him, just enough to make him squirm. He stared at her, the near desperation in his face feeding her pleasure. “You didn’t know me. You still don’t know me, really.”

“I do know you, Taylor, Molly and M.” He snarled it, almost vicious.

“No, you liked the idea of me. The unattainable?”

He met her eyes, solemn despite her slow caresses along his length.

“No,” he said with the firmness of an order. “I saw myself in you. The way you file your receipts. How you cc your emails back to yourself for safekeeping. How you keep your world secure and neat but never quite relax. Never let yourself get a little sunburned. Like me, you chose the money, the business, but I can see you burning for more, deep inside. I knew it could be like this between us.”

She knelt down, kissed the tip of his cock. “Like this? Your dark and intimate moments.”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, yes.”

She laughed, delight spilling through her.

“Show me, then.”

She took him in, swallowing his hard length, pushing him over the edge.

With a wild cry, he climaxed, spilling into her, hot brine.

Taylor cleaned him up with a soft towel while he sagged in the cuffs. She stood, rebuttoning her jacket. He eyed her while she searched her handbag for the key to the cuffs.

“I’ve never met another woman like you, Taylor. I mean that.”

He did mean it. And she understood. From his first invasive remarks, she’d responded to him like to no man before him.

“Well, I do admire you ability to assess and seize opportunities.”

“I’d love to see the rest of what you’re not wearing under that suit,” he murmured.

She raised an eyebrow, clicking the key into the lock.

“Would you? Maybe you should come back to my place. I did a bit of studying and I’ve added some things to the condo I think you might enjoy.”

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her long and deep.

“I’d like that.” Adam gave her a searching look. “I know we have a lot of things to work out still.”

Taylor smiled, warm fluttering in her breast. Perhaps this was what they meant by a heart taking wing.

“I’m looking forward to every moment of it.”

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