A spark lit in his cocoa-colored eyes. “Wouldn’t expect that from you.”
She pushed her keyboard aside. Before penciling down dates, she needed to make sure he understood what was involved. “Is there a reason why you have this ridiculous timeframe?”
He walked around, scanning the board where she kept thank-you notes from her previous auctionees along with a couple newspaper articles about her which she’d framed on the wall. “I want to act on this idea before someone else does. You’re naive if you think you don’t have competition. I know of a couple of other madams in Nevada that could use quick cash, and each day we don’t do it, it’s a day they can.”
“Why didn’t you go to them? Why me?”
“Because you’re the best,” he said smoothly.
She narrowed her eyes. Maybe he had visited the other madams and they turned him down. Why would anyone turn down his offer, though? Apprehension clawed its way down her throat, and for the first time she felt afraid of losing his offer. Afraid of not seeing him again. “You’re a flatterer, Mr. Taylor.”
“One of my many qualities.”
Restless, she got to her feet, walked around her desk, and leaned on it. Even with her heels on, as he stepped in her direction, he only got bigger and taller. “I’ll see what I can do. For this idea to work, we need the perfect candidate.”
“Yep. Must be a guy willing to learn.” He took one step closer, sliding his gaze from her eyes to her lips. A shiver worked its way down her spine and she stepped back, her ass pressing into the edge of the desk. “A woman’s body is like an amusement park. A lot of young Turks take the fast pass to skip the line and get to the ride quicker, but not me…I enjoy the wait. Makes for a more interesting ride,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
A flush of desire traveled through her. She sucked in her breath. Her breasts rose, and she cursed herself for not moving away from him—for not wanting to. “Fast passes can be wild and fun.”
“They don’t last long enough,” he said, lowering his head.
She stared up at him. Her common sense warned her against him, but for the first time in as long as she could remember, she ignored it. Ripples of excitement washed over her. “Neither do you, probably,” she said in a voice so low, he had to inch even closer to listen.
A sharp breath escaped through his teeth, like he was trying to keep it together. “That’s where you’re wrong, darlin’. But I can’t show you because—”
She shoved her hands to his chest, to push him away, but the second she felt his hard muscles, warmth blazed through the fabric, branding her palms and gluing her to him. Damn. A body like this could land her in the kind of hot mess she’d stayed away from. “I’m not your type,” she said.
“Exactly,” he snapped, staring deep into her eyes.
Her sex clenched, cream coating her walls. Her heart thumped in her ears. “I guess I’m lucky I’m not some naive blonde with smalls tits and—”
He caught her lips in his, and a volcanic explosion surged through her veins. She opened her mouth, and he thrust his tongue inside, sending little shocks of awareness down her body. She should push him away, but if she was going to let desire rule her, at least it involved the sexiest man she’d ever seen. She’d chastise herself later—now, she’d enjoy the ride. A moan formed in her throat, but he swallowed it.
Fuck. He grazed her bottom lip, and this time, her moan made it past her mouth, barely, and she didn’t recognize the loud, sexy sound echoing in the air. He growled, lifting her up onto the desk, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. Holy fuck. She burned for him, the ravaging fire melting her bones against all common sense.
He pushed her G-string aside and slipped in two fingers. “You’re so wet.”
She squirmed, and he shamelessly rubbed her sex onto his fingers until he began thrusting them in and out of her. This wasn’t about long and languid. He was obviously using the opportunity to show her how he could melt her icy exterior within minutes. Her pride poked at her, wanting to retaliate, but she couldn’t find the strength to stop either of them. She didn’t want to.
He rolled his finger over her clit. The man knew how to work her bud without any tips from her… He flicked it, then squeezed her flesh a little, causing ripples of ecstasy, then he continued touching. Exploring. Claiming.
He leaned down and hooked her right leg over his shoulder. She touched his head, searching for balance. When he dipped lower and pushed her panties farther down, she gasped.
He was going to eat her out…and she couldn’t wait. The friction of her bunched G-string biting into her thighs only added to the whirlwind of sensations. Her nipples tightened so hard, she felt the blood stirring behind her breasts. Every part of her was alive and vibrant.
She whimpered.
He slipped his tongue between her naughty lips, licking every inch of her pearly cream, causing her to produce more. She bucked into him, her hips undulating in a sensual dance.
She heard a hearty hhhhmmmm from below, his manly way to show he enjoyed devouring her pussy.
“Such a tight delicious pussy. I’ll have a good time giving it the hard fucking it deserves,” he said, nipping her thigh then returning to feasting on her like an inmate dining on his last meal.
His words ignited a flame in her core she had no idea how to extinguish. He thrust his tongue into her sex, his nose pressing against her clit. He licked her violently, from the top of her cunt to the back, where her thighs met her ass. She clenched her thighs, and he responded by nudging them open and once again sliding his tongue almost close to her back hole.
Warmth spread across her cheeks. “Brooks.”
He growled. “I’m tasting all of you, sweetheart. I’m licking all the places I’ll be slamming my cock into.”
She moaned. He intensified the flicks of her clit and continued his naughty tease. Every time he traced the outline of her folds with the masterful tip of his tongue, he glided lower. And lower, until he was inserting his tongue into her asshole.
A cloud of arousal engulfed her, dotting her vision. “Fuck… Brooks…”
He thrust his tongue into her hole, making other hhhmmm sounds of approval. She curled her hips, loving how he teased her, working her clit, each time taking one step closer to rapture.
“Damn, Madam…every part of you tastes so damn good. Can’t wait for you to sit on my face so we can do this for hours. You coming on me. And me, taking every single drop. Eating your pink pussy and sexy ass,” he said, his voice coarse and his accent more pronounced.
“God,” she ripped the word from her lungs. Sweat slicked her brows, and she closed her eyes, unable to keep up with his dirty invasion of both her holes. Sounds of his digits fucking her pussy added to her ragged breath. He teased her hole, nipping her thigh, only to return to it with ravenous hunger.