Mr One-Night Stand. Rachael StewartЧитать онлайн книгу.
over him, setting her to his rhythm, his depth.
The cabin was filled with the smacking sound of her cheeks. In and out. In and out.
He wrapped her hair around his fist, his other hand gripping at the seat-edge as he lost total sight of where they were, who they were. All he could see now were those lustful green eyes and that perfect mouth, his cock slick with her saliva...
He wanted to warn her, but his orgasm ripped through him, its force blowing his mind as he held her head still, watching himself explode into her, her eyes sparking as she drank him in.
She took his all like a heavenly drink, her mouth moving over him as her moans filled the cabin, her body rocking between his legs as her own orgasm claimed her.
He didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a second. He softened his hold in her hair, his fingers starting to caress rather than hold, his eyes absorbing the vision that she was.
When she eventually shifted to straighten her clothing he helped her. She smiled at him, her hands slipping her breasts back into her bra.
The brief sight was enough to make him wish he could go again. And he would go again—no doubt about it. Very soon.
He knew that tomorrow would bring with it a hell of its own, but for tonight their fates were sealed, and he wasn’t letting her go until he had her in his bed and was buried inside her.
‘Thank you,’ she said, wiping her fingers across her swollen lips.
Now, that made him laugh. She had him doing that a lot. ‘I think I should be thanking you.’
‘My two to your one—I owe you,’ she said matter-of-factly, pulling her dress into place and climbing back into the seat.
‘You owe me?’ Hell, he liked the sound of that. ‘In that case, thank away. I’ll be calling it in shortly.’
‘Thank you,’ she said again, softly, her eyes dancing as she leant in and pressed a brief kiss to his lips.
His mind exploded with the image of her naked and sprawled across his bed. He was supposed to be righting his own clothing, and yet the desire to pin her back in his car burned through him.
Christ, none of this boded well for the future.
He zipped up his trousers in self-disdain. He didn’t do sexual distraction. Not on this level. And definitely not at work. But that was exactly what the future held.
He was going to have to function alongside her for however long it took until he was sure the business was working towards the strategy he wanted. Until she was working towards the vision he depicted. It might be a fifty-fifty business partnership, but experience dictated that things went a whole lot more smoothly the quicker people came around to his line of thinking.
Would she be any different?
Fuck knew.
Especially now that he had screwed her. Had let his dick get in the way of all good sense. All good business sense.
Ah, hell, get over it!
They’d had sex—simple as. He hadn’t known who she was at the outset. He’d tried to stop it. She’d pushed.
She’d wanted nothing serious. And he had delivered.
It would be fine.
His gut twisted. It wasn’t fine. He’d let his libido get in the way of business. Hell, he was still doing it. He never let that happen. The moment he’d known he should have shut it down. Hell, he should be shutting it down now. And yet...
Alongside him she wriggled in, and instinctively he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her up close. What the hell was he doing?
She gave a tired sigh. ‘This feels nice.’
Nice? Jesus, his lips actually twitched with a smile. She thought this was nice?
He shifted back in his seat, testing his head against the curve of plush leather and finding it surprisingly inviting. Okay, so he could see the appeal...
Had he really never done this before? Lain back in his chauffeur-driven car and relaxed. He scanned the roof of the vehicle, the soft fabric and the lights designed to soothe, and realised thet answer was a definite no.
He shouldn’t really be doing it now either. Not when he could be catching up on emails, phone calls, the latest press releases in the technology field, or pondering the potential shit storm about to hit between himself and his new business partner...
She gave a small sound, the comforting noise at odds with his inner wrangling, and he quit, pushing everything away but the feel of her body curling into his own.
He would deal with it all when the time came, but for now...
* * *
‘Sir, sir... Mr Wright!’
The noise was incessant, as was the shaking pressure on his shoulder. What the fuck?
His head shot up, his eyes flying open in disbelief. He’d fallen asleep!
He pushed through the brain fog, registering the heavy warmth of his companion on one side and the chill attacking the other through the open car door. He looked to the hand on his shoulder and then to its owner, leaning in from outside—Colin.
The driver met his gaze and promptly straightened, his hand falling away. ‘Sorry, sir.’ He cleared his throat. ‘When you didn’t respond on the intercom I gave you an extra twenty minutes. When I tapped on the glass and you still didn’t respond...’ He gave an awkward shrug.
‘It’s okay, Colin.’ Marcus spoke softly. He wasn’t ready to disturb her. She was so peaceful, curled up almost childlike against him, her breathing deep and even. She was out of it.
How tired can she be?
A foreign emotion curled around his gut, the force of which had his eyes snapping away. He was being a fool—they couldn’t very well stay there.
He looked to his driver. ‘I’ll rouse Miss Hayes and then you can get off for the evening.’
‘It’s fine, sir. I’ll wait and take her home when you’re ready.’
‘No,’ he said on impulse. ‘She can stay with me for the night.’
If Colin was surprised he knew better than to say anything. Hell, Marcus was surprised enough for the two of them. None of this was normal.
But then, she was far from normal. She was the Jennifer Hayes. His head spun anew. How could he have pegged her so wrong? He’d deemed her older, colder, nothing like the intoxicating bundle now hauled up against him.
She had achieved so much, and yet there was no way she was even his side of thirty. He tightened his arm around her, admiration going to his head even while anxiety crept in.
No, he definitely couldn’t let her go without explaining who he was, what he would be to her from nine a.m. tomorrow, clearing the air and dealing with the fallout.
Goddamn you, Andrews!
If he’d only turned up and done what he was supposed to then none of this would have... Ah, hell! He didn’t want that either. He wouldn’t wish away their evening—not if his life depended on it.
But there was no denying it was a bloody mess.
Next to him, Jennifer stirred.
‘Hey...’ He bowed his head to hers. ‘We’re here.’
She mumbled and snuggled down further, teasing out a smile from him despite his creeping unease. A gust of cold air swept through the car and she wrapped her arms tighter around her chest but made no attempt to rouse herself.
He looked