Bought And Paid For (Part One) Page 4

  “Keep it up.” My breathing is tight as I walk closer still.

  She takes an unsure step backward. “Or what? What will you do to me?”

  Everything about me tenses up, fully loaded and about to spring. She has obviously spotted my hunger.

  “I’m about to show you what I will do to you,” I say. “Be very careful with what you’re saying, Harlow.”

  Her chest is rising and falling as fast as mine is. Those beautiful tits...that mouth...

  Her.

  “Maybe I don’t want to be careful,” she whispers.

  And that’s all I can stand.

  My vision goes red, my body exploding with all the pent-up need that it’s been fighting since the moment she walked through my door.

  The next thing I know, I’m on her, pulling her into my arms and crashing my mouth to hers.

  Harlow

  The moment Grayson’s lips claim mine with a demanding, carnal urgency my whole world spins. My clit throbs fiercely, a wet pulse spreading out from the very center of me to every heated inch of my being.

  I’m lost in his powerful embrace, and I clutch at his jacket, my legs going liquid as I fall down and down into a place I’ve never been before. And when he pulls me closer until my breasts are crushed against his broad, solid chest, I feel the wild echo of his own heartbeat against mine.

  He kisses me with such breathless intensity that I start to come apart, piece by piece. Yet haven’t I been doing that since he ordered me up to this room for a fashion show? With every outfit he denied, my temper flared — and that wasn’t the only thing getting hotter. Lust was prickling over my skin, goading me to say things and do things I would never do with anyone else.

  Was I acting that way because Grayson has shown no real interest in me up until this point and I wanted to see how he’d react if I needled him?

  I don’t know. But I do know this: He provokes the heck out of me. He pushes me too far. He even got me to the point where I angrily put on this nightie just to provoke him right back.

  That’s when I saw the hungry look in his dark gaze — a look that melted me, made me boil and bubble and turned me into something other than the careful girl I’ve always been.

  The girl who’s spiraling into his clutches right now.

  Grayson mercilessly kisses me, digging his fingers into my hair. He’s voracious, sucking and nipping at me, then dragging his mouth down to my neck, grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin like he’s an animal. I grasp at his hair as my pussy pulses with heat. My vision swims and wavers, and it feels as if everything about me is melting.

  With a growl, he tilts back my head and intensely stares down at me. “Damn you, Harlow.”

  Damn him too.

  “I don’t like being pushed,” he says. “And you sure as fuck did that tonight.”

  He nips at my bottom lip, and my clit knots up, aching with heat. I gasp, tightening my grip in his hair.

  “You need to know a few things about me so you never push me again,” he says against my mouth.

  “More rules?” I ask.

  “These aren’t rules as much as they are lessons — and here’s the first one.” He leans me back in his arm slightly.

  As my blood palpitates in my every cell, he reaches down and slides his fingers to the back of one knee, then slowly traces up the back of my thigh. An uncontrollable shiver rolls through me, pausing to gnaw between my legs.

  He nips at my bottom lip again and then keeps his mouth against mine, whispering hot words. “I’m what they call ‘a leg man,’ Harlow, and when I saw your long, tanned legs, I wanted to feel them wrapped around me. That’s the first button you pushed.”

  A sense of power joins all the shivers.

  He looks down as he strokes from the back of my thigh to the front of it. He continues to brush over the flesh there. He must see all the goose bumps he’s bringing out on my skin, and the closer he comes to the hem that flirts with the top of my thighs, the wetter I get.

  As he looks into my eyes again, his mouth curls up at one corner. He’s seeing how far he can push me again, isn’t he? But he’s acting like I’ve got lots of experience seducing men when I don’t. Didn’t he read my dossier, which reveals how inexperienced I actually am?

  He suddenly lifts my leg, hooking it around his waist, bringing my pussy against his cock. I feel how hard he is, feel the tip of him nudging my clit even through his trousers, and I bite back a moan, unwilling to show him what he’s doing to me. But when he lets go of my leg and sweeps me into another commanding kiss, I give in so very easily.

  He consumes me, turning me inside out as he parts my lips with his tongue, tasting me, heating me up until I’m simmering and dizzy. I make a soft, pleading sound in my throat when he drags his mouth away from mine to travel lower. He nips at my throat, over the center of my chest, and I grasp at his hair as I realize where he’s going.

  When he kisses my breast through the filmy material of my nightie, everything inside of me flutters.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper. He’s making me into a wanton thing, shameless and unbearably needy.

  He sucks on my nipple through the chiffon, wetting the material, then circling his tongue around me until my clit aches even worse. I want to feel his cock against me again, and with every hard beat of my pussy, I want it more.

  On a rough groan, Grayson lifts me, and I instinctively wrap both legs around him as he walks me back toward my bed and — oh, his cock. This is where it belongs — against me. I wiggle against him because it feels so good.

  He sits me on the bed and backs away as if I’ve angered him with my innocent greed. Then, before I know what’s happening, he rips the top of my nightie off and tosses it away. He ravenously runs his gaze over my bare breasts. Shyness comes over me as I cross my arms over my chest, embarrassed because no one has ever seen this much of me.

  “Harlow,” he whispers raggedly. “Show me what you wanted to show me when you came out of that closet in this nightie.”

  Maybe it’s the command in his tone. Maybe it’s the desire. But I slowly lower my arms for him. I’m flushed and hot all over, beating for him, creaming in my panties as he lavishes me with a gaze that tells me he resents my presence and wants me at the same time.

  And I feel the same way. I hate how he makes my nipples go hard and desperate for his mouth to be on them.

  “Dammit,” he whispers. “You did not follow my rules tonight, and that will never happen again. Do you understand?”

  I want to tell him to screw off, but I don’t. “I understand.”

  “Then let’s see if you can follow the rules from this point on. Spread your legs for me.”

  My eyes widen. The last of my modesty has a grip on me, but as I see the feverish passion in Grayson’s gaze, I’m overwhelmed. He overwhelms me — this intimidatingly hot man who looms over me in a perfect designer suit that can’t hide how big and chiseled his body is underneath it. His dark hair is uncharacteristically messed up, thanks to my fingers, and his gaze burns like wildfire, setting me aflame all over again.

  I’ve never been kissed like he kisses me, never been touched like he touches me.

  And all I want is to have more of him.

  As I part my legs, I hear how slick I am, primed for him and so willing.

  He clenches his hands by his sides. “That nightie barely hid your pussy, but now I can see how pretty it is, even through these panties. I can see how wet you are for me.”

  As he slowly comes toward me, I panic, a combination of fear and excitement splitting me apart. He arrives at the bed, and after a breathless pause, he bends down and eases his fingers under my knees. I gasp as he tugs me toward the edge of the mattress.

  “Now lay back,” he instructs.

  Even though I’m not experienced, I know what’s about to go down, and a thrill charges me up. As I obey him by leaning back on the mattress, I hold my breath and lift my arms over my head.

  He’s watching me, giving me a stric
t look as he walks around to the side of the bed. He pauses, then braces a large hand on the mattress. He slides his other palm over my tummy, and the tiny muscles jump there, electrifying my pussy even more.

  Then he bends to me, and when he kisses my naked breast, I arch off the mattress, making it easy for him to slip his fingers into the front of my panties at the same time. I suck in a harsh breath as he glides a finger through my sopping lips.

  While he runs his tongue around my nipple, he keeps stroking my slit. I moan and turn my head away as a sweet pressure builds up inside of me like a fist squeezing a ripe piece of fruit.

  “Such beautiful tits,” he murmurs against my breast as he keeps rubbing me down there. “Such a gorgeous, juicy pussy...”

  He circles my clit, and the fist inside of me only clenches harder. And when he moves away from me to go to the end of the bed again, I nearly protest, because I want his finger back where it was before — caressing me, spreading around my cream and stoking my inner fires.

  He drags my panties off of me then tugs my legs toward him. Something flips inside of me. It starts to strain and throb, bringing me to the edge of begging him to release this nearly unendurable tension that’s gripping me.

  He gets down to his knees, watching me the whole time with those stormy blue-gray eyes, and when he brings my legs over his shoulders, I whimper.

  “Did you say something?” he asks, baring his teeth at me like the jerk he is. “Are you still talking back to me and ignoring the rules?”

  I shake my head. He’s so close to my pussy that it’s pounding hard now, pleading for him to do whatever he intends to do next.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  And that one word seems to undo him. I see the same crazed, intoxicated look come into his eyes that I saw when I walked out in that nightie. I see man who wants me more than I’ve ever been wanted.

  With a wicked gleam in his gaze, he bends to me, presses his mouth to my pussy, and runs his tongue up me slowly, tasting me thoroughly. As I fall back to the bed, a long groan escapes me. By the time he gets to my clit, the fist inside of me is squeezing so tight that I feel like I’m about to burst.

  “More,” I whisper.

  Grayson grips my thighs tighter and brings me against his mouth again. He works me with hot, wet, long kisses, and I move my hips with every one of them. He devours me while, at the same time, he strums his fingers over the tops of my thighs. The tickling sensation melds with the wicked things he’s doing with his mouth, sucking, playing, toying. And when he starts to use his tongue, I become a total mess.

  I grip the bedspread. I thrash around. I hope he never stops.

  I think I feel him laugh cruelly against me, and that only makes me angrier, more turned on, hornier, and when he parts my lips with his fingers so he can delve into me with his tongue, the fist in my core brutally grips until a splash of heat fills me up.

  But that’s only the first wave.

  Grayson uses his thumb to circle my clit, winding me up even more. He sips on my plumped, pounding lips slowly, as if he’s thirsty for me and can’t get enough of the cream I’m giving him. As I start pounding the bed with my palms — tight, so tight in the clenching grip of that fist that I don’t know if I’ll survive this — he keeps devouring me, his thumb teasing the sensitive nerves around my clit, the sounds of his mouth on me driving me wild until I...

  The fist squeezes me with such violence that I explode — once, twice, waves of drenching ecstasy beating against my body again and again until they smash me into pulp.

  I don’t know how long I lie there afterward, but eventually I realize I’m still panting, and I open my eyes slightly to find Grayson watching me again with barely contained heat.

  “That was...” I whisper, not knowing how to finish.

  Amazing. World-shattering.

  Everything.

  Grayson’s gaze is still hazy, as if he’s under some kind of spell, and for a moment, I think that he might crawl onto the bed to give me what’s sure to come next — his cock inside of me. My God, I want it so bad.

  When he tightens his grip on my legs, I widen my eyes, my breath coming faster.

  But then he only rises to his feet, as cool and calm as ever.

  “This will not happen again,” he says.

  Then he leaves me on the bed still aching for more.

  THE END OF PART ONE

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