“Goddamn it, Holly! Don’t play with me!” The words were out before he could stop himself. There was no way back now. If she thought him pushy, he couldn’t help it, but he needed to be inside her. “Take me into your mouth or I’m going to rip your dress off and fuck you right here on the floor!”

His breath hitched when he suddenly felt her hand around the base of his shaft, gripping him firmly. Then her lips were around his cockhead, and a split second later he found himself engulfed in her hot, wet mouth.

A ragged breath tore from his chest, and his entire body visibly shuddered with pleasure. He had to brace himself more firmly against the door, afraid his knees would buckle, so intense were the sensations that rushed through him. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst through his chest wall, and his pulse raced as if he were running the hundred-yard dash in under nine seconds. Sweat built on his neck and chest and started to soak his tuxedo shirt.

He felt more like an animal than a man when he reached for Holly and rested his hands on her shoulders. His hips started to move of their own volition, and he pumped into her mouth in a steady rhythm. Her breath caressed him in concert with her tongue, and the sucking motion of her lips teased his nerve endings, creating a tingling sensation that shot straight into his balls—balls Holly was still cradling and now started to squeeze with more pressure.

She knew exactly what a man liked. Somehow he’d known that the moment she propositioned him. When he’d looked at her lips, he’d realized instantly that those lips would suck him perfectly and give him the kind of pleasure only an experienced woman could give a man. Why some guys were fascinated with virgins, he couldn’t fathom. He much preferred a woman who knew how to use her body for pleasure. Hers as well as his.

And to Holly’s pleasure he would see shortly. Just as soon as he could command his cock to free itself from the enticing prison it found itself in.

Paul looked down at her, watching how her head rocked back and forth. Her blond curls brushed against his naked thighs with each movement, caressing him like a soft ocean breeze.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with more pressure, and the intensity of it made him press against her shoulders, pushing her back a few inches so his cock slipped out of her mouth.

“Fuck, Holly! Are you trying to kill me?” Because for certain, if she continued like this, his parents’ staff would find him on the floor of the foyer in the morning, intense pleasure and lust having destroyed his body.

Holly glanced up at him, her lips glistening, her eyes glinting with the kind of wanton sheen only a seductress could conjure up. “Can’t take any more? What a shame. I had a few more things planned for you.”

Paul pulled her up and yanked her against him. “Maybe later. But right now, I need to get you onto your back with your legs spread wide and my cock deep inside you. Can we do that?”

“We can do anything we want,” she murmured, and pressed her sex against his hard-on. “And by the looks of it, you’ll be more than capable of doing all kinds of things with that big cock of yours.”

That Holly found him big, he acknowledged with pride but without a word. Instead, he slid his hand into her hair and drew her head closer. “Don’t you worry about that. Once you’re in my bed, all you’ll have to do is breathe. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She batted her lashes at him. “I hope that’s not all macho-speak and is backed up by some action.”

Paul brushed his lips over hers. “I’ll give you all the action you can take.”

Even if she’d wanted to respond to his last claim, he didn’t give her the chance, because his mouth devoured hers a moment later, kissing her passionately and giving her a preview of what she could expect in his bed.

5

Paul closed the bedroom door behind them. It had taken them only a few moments to rush up the elaborate staircase and hurry down the hallway to his bedroom, with Paul haphazardly holding up his pants.

Those few seconds had done nothing to quench Holly’s thirst for the virile man she’d seen glimpses of in the foyer. When she’d sucked him, she’d sensed the raw lust and unadulterated passion that ran through his veins. She’d enjoyed taking him into her mouth and licking him. The shudders that had gone through him had reverberated in her body and sent tiny shockwaves to her center of pleasure.

Holly knew her sex was drenched with her arousal, though Paul had barely touched her. She was ready for him to take her without any prelude. If he ripped off her dress right here and bent her over the upholstered bench that framed the foot of the king-sized bed, she wouldn’t object. Instead, she’d spur him on to take her hard and fast so that she could finally find the release she’d been craving ever since she’d gotten into his car.