don’t you?” Not waiting for an answer, he bent and kissed her sensitive flesh. He licked her and moaned. “And tasty, too.”
Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. She bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him. He grinned up at her before taking her clit in his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. Her back arched off the mattress with each erotic stroke. “Oh, God, oh God,” she moaned as he began to suckle. She buried her fingers in her hair and gave herself over to him as he pleasured her pussy. He penetrated her with two fingers, plunging them deep and hard. Her belly and her cunt clenched in the sudden waves of her orgasm.
****
Mystique woke with a cry. Her nipples were tight buds. Her pussy was wet and aching to be fucked. “Damn you, Sean,” she hissed. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was almost two in the morning. She slid out of bed. Her legs were weak and shaky. She made her way to the bathroom and splashed water on her face with trembling fingers. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Following her mother’s advice held more appeal each day.
Why shouldn’t she do it? Simply let Sean fuck her and be done with it? If this was nothing more than a challenge for him, he’d leave her alone once he’d achieved his goal. And she could go back to her solitary but peaceful existence. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Resisting a repeat performance would be easy. He was bound to disappoint her sexually. Coasting on his good looks and his fame had undoubtedly made him a selfish lover. It probably wouldn’t even last long.
Yes, this was the way to go. She buried the thought that she might want to sleep with Sean. This was merely the means to an end. His room card key lay on her nightstand unused. He’d given it to her the day of the beach shoot with his usual invite. She’d given it back, but he’d had it delivered to her later that evening.
She picked up the key. Butterflies took wing in her tummy. Did she dare do this?
She slipped into a red satin robe and prepared herself to play the role of a lifetime.
Chapter Nine
Sean’s suite was quiet and dark when she let herself in. Mystique closed the door. “Sean?” Her voice came out as a whispered squeak. That would not do at all. She couldn’t allow him to see any weakness in her armor. Letting him fuck her would be difficult enough. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sean?”
She heard rustling. Her heart raced as she moved cautiously forward. Suppose he wasn’t alone? She ignored the pain in her chest that the thought caused. Catching him with another woman would be perfect. It would show him up to be the shameless playboy of his reputation. He’d know not to continue chasing her if that were to happen.
As she entered the bedroom, he flicked on the bedside light. “Mystique.” The sheets pooled about his waist, lovingly molding his bold erection. She ruthlessly tamped down the bubble of joy at finding him in bed alone.
“Did I wake you?” She knew the answer. He’d been in her dream. But she wanted to know if he’d lie to her.
He ignored her question. “Why are you here?”
“You invited me, remember?” She undid the sash on her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Crimson satin pooled at her feet.
He groaned and his pupils enlarged. He eyed her leisurely, his gaze pausing at her breasts and the juncture of her thighs before returning to her face. His voice was husky as he said, “As I recall, you turned me down.”
“And you want to quibble about this now ?”
“No.” He opened his arms to her. “Come to me.”
She crossed to his side of the bed and he pulled her down across him. She landed on her back. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He teased her tight nipples, barely grazing the sensitive tips with the flat of his hand. Her breath left her in a hiss and her back arched involuntarily. “You don’t know how much I want you.” He
Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. She bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him. He grinned up at her before taking her clit in his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. Her back arched off the mattress with each erotic stroke. “Oh, God, oh God,” she moaned as he began to suckle. She buried her fingers in her hair and gave herself over to him as he pleasured her pussy. He penetrated her with two fingers, plunging them deep and hard. Her belly and her cunt clenched in the sudden waves of her orgasm.
****
Mystique woke with a cry. Her nipples were tight buds. Her pussy was wet and aching to be fucked. “Damn you, Sean,” she hissed. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was almost two in the morning. She slid out of bed. Her legs were weak and shaky. She made her way to the bathroom and splashed water on her face with trembling fingers. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Following her mother’s advice held more appeal each day.
Why shouldn’t she do it? Simply let Sean fuck her and be done with it? If this was nothing more than a challenge for him, he’d leave her alone once he’d achieved his goal. And she could go back to her solitary but peaceful existence. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Resisting a repeat performance would be easy. He was bound to disappoint her sexually. Coasting on his good looks and his fame had undoubtedly made him a selfish lover. It probably wouldn’t even last long.
Yes, this was the way to go. She buried the thought that she might want to sleep with Sean. This was merely the means to an end. His room card key lay on her nightstand unused. He’d given it to her the day of the beach shoot with his usual invite. She’d given it back, but he’d had it delivered to her later that evening.
She picked up the key. Butterflies took wing in her tummy. Did she dare do this?
She slipped into a red satin robe and prepared herself to play the role of a lifetime.
Chapter Nine
Sean’s suite was quiet and dark when she let herself in. Mystique closed the door. “Sean?” Her voice came out as a whispered squeak. That would not do at all. She couldn’t allow him to see any weakness in her armor. Letting him fuck her would be difficult enough. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sean?”
She heard rustling. Her heart raced as she moved cautiously forward. Suppose he wasn’t alone? She ignored the pain in her chest that the thought caused. Catching him with another woman would be perfect. It would show him up to be the shameless playboy of his reputation. He’d know not to continue chasing her if that were to happen.
As she entered the bedroom, he flicked on the bedside light. “Mystique.” The sheets pooled about his waist, lovingly molding his bold erection. She ruthlessly tamped down the bubble of joy at finding him in bed alone.
“Did I wake you?” She knew the answer. He’d been in her dream. But she wanted to know if he’d lie to her.
He ignored her question. “Why are you here?”
“You invited me, remember?” She undid the sash on her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Crimson satin pooled at her feet.
He groaned and his pupils enlarged. He eyed her leisurely, his gaze pausing at her breasts and the juncture of her thighs before returning to her face. His voice was husky as he said, “As I recall, you turned me down.”
“And you want to quibble about this now ?”
“No.” He opened his arms to her. “Come to me.”
She crossed to his side of the bed and he pulled her down across him. She landed on her back. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He teased her tight nipples, barely grazing the sensitive tips with the flat of his hand. Her breath left her in a hiss and her back arched involuntarily. “You don’t know how much I want you.” He
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