bathroom to hide. Thankfully, her sanity had been checked at the door.
“You look so fucking hot. Just like you do every time I see you at that coffee shop. I’ve wanted to bend you over and take you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Petra wanted to close her eyes against the raw sexual arousal she saw reflected back at her. She wanted to, and yet she couldn’t look away from the hunger she saw in Darcy’s gaze.
He wanted her. Really, honestly and truly wanted her .
Petra’s fourth orgasm of the night stole her voice. All she could manage was an open mouth and a silent scream as the pleasure consumed her. Every inch of her skin felt supercharged, letting her feel more than she’d ever thought possible. She was selfish, craving everything Darcy could give her and more. Reaching up, she locked her hands behind his head and started to meet his every thrust.
“Please,” she begged in little more than a whisper. “Please.”
Darcy lowered his face to her neck and bit down. Whoa, she wasn’t expecting that. The pain mixed with her pleasure, amplifying it in a way she didn’t think possible. God, it was a whole different type of seduction, one she’d only imagined before now. She wanted more, needed more even as he groaned and came into her.
Yes!
They only lasted another minute before falling in a tangled heap to the mattress. Neither of them spoke, and the only sound that filled the room for a long time was their ragged breathing.
Petra must have drifted off again, because when she opened her eyes it was only a few minutes to eleven o’clock. God, she should crawl under the covers and go to sleep. Darcy wouldn’t mind. Maybe they could even have morning sex...
Shit! Eleven o’clock!
Careful not to wake a lightly snoring Darcy, Petra crept around the room, gathering her belongings. She had to get out of here and call Alice before her friend called out the search party. Petra had managed to pull her hair into a bun that didn’t make her look like she’d been fucking in the shower, and cast one last glance at the man in the bed.
Damn, he’d been amazing.
Why couldn’t she find someone like this to have an actual relationship with, rather than a one-night stand?
She didn’t know if he’d be pissed at her for leaving without saying goodbye. Screw it. She’d apologize tomorrow when she saw him. The nominees were having a quick round of interviews before the voting started. She’d track Darcy down once she was done with her category stuff. Maybe she could buy him a coffee...
The door clicked quietly behind her as she stepped out into the hall. She bolted for the elevator, dialing Alice as she went.
Chapter Five
Women aren’t a walk in the park. You confuse the hell out of us.
—D. Williams, Mantastic — advice for REAL men
Oh, like men are any better. Half the time you’re jerks!
—PC, Sexcapades — sex advice for women
Petra had been flying high all morning. Her body was still buzzing from the effects of her night with Darcy, making it nearly impossible to sleep. She’d managed to drift off sometime between one and two in the morning, making her normal early morning rise and shine a bit more challenging.
She’d had a one-night stand.
Not only had she done that, it had been with her sexy mystery man—Darcy—who turned out to be not only knowledgeable about how to please a woman, but pretty fucking amazing at it too.
Petra gave her head a shake, hands hovering above her keyboard. Shit, she’d never get her blog post done at this rate. Mind you, who could blame her for having difficulty writing about ten ways to masturbate when she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday the night before?
Still, it had to be done.
Tip number one, close your eyes and imagine your perfect man. Darcy. Don’t be afraid to imagine someone who you think you will never have a chance with in real life, because you just never know. Darcy.
Tip number two, imagine a perfect scenario. You don’t need to
“You look so fucking hot. Just like you do every time I see you at that coffee shop. I’ve wanted to bend you over and take you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Petra wanted to close her eyes against the raw sexual arousal she saw reflected back at her. She wanted to, and yet she couldn’t look away from the hunger she saw in Darcy’s gaze.
He wanted her. Really, honestly and truly wanted her .
Petra’s fourth orgasm of the night stole her voice. All she could manage was an open mouth and a silent scream as the pleasure consumed her. Every inch of her skin felt supercharged, letting her feel more than she’d ever thought possible. She was selfish, craving everything Darcy could give her and more. Reaching up, she locked her hands behind his head and started to meet his every thrust.
“Please,” she begged in little more than a whisper. “Please.”
Darcy lowered his face to her neck and bit down. Whoa, she wasn’t expecting that. The pain mixed with her pleasure, amplifying it in a way she didn’t think possible. God, it was a whole different type of seduction, one she’d only imagined before now. She wanted more, needed more even as he groaned and came into her.
Yes!
They only lasted another minute before falling in a tangled heap to the mattress. Neither of them spoke, and the only sound that filled the room for a long time was their ragged breathing.
Petra must have drifted off again, because when she opened her eyes it was only a few minutes to eleven o’clock. God, she should crawl under the covers and go to sleep. Darcy wouldn’t mind. Maybe they could even have morning sex...
Shit! Eleven o’clock!
Careful not to wake a lightly snoring Darcy, Petra crept around the room, gathering her belongings. She had to get out of here and call Alice before her friend called out the search party. Petra had managed to pull her hair into a bun that didn’t make her look like she’d been fucking in the shower, and cast one last glance at the man in the bed.
Damn, he’d been amazing.
Why couldn’t she find someone like this to have an actual relationship with, rather than a one-night stand?
She didn’t know if he’d be pissed at her for leaving without saying goodbye. Screw it. She’d apologize tomorrow when she saw him. The nominees were having a quick round of interviews before the voting started. She’d track Darcy down once she was done with her category stuff. Maybe she could buy him a coffee...
The door clicked quietly behind her as she stepped out into the hall. She bolted for the elevator, dialing Alice as she went.
Chapter Five
Women aren’t a walk in the park. You confuse the hell out of us.
—D. Williams, Mantastic — advice for REAL men
Oh, like men are any better. Half the time you’re jerks!
—PC, Sexcapades — sex advice for women
Petra had been flying high all morning. Her body was still buzzing from the effects of her night with Darcy, making it nearly impossible to sleep. She’d managed to drift off sometime between one and two in the morning, making her normal early morning rise and shine a bit more challenging.
She’d had a one-night stand.
Not only had she done that, it had been with her sexy mystery man—Darcy—who turned out to be not only knowledgeable about how to please a woman, but pretty fucking amazing at it too.
Petra gave her head a shake, hands hovering above her keyboard. Shit, she’d never get her blog post done at this rate. Mind you, who could blame her for having difficulty writing about ten ways to masturbate when she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday the night before?
Still, it had to be done.
Tip number one, close your eyes and imagine your perfect man. Darcy. Don’t be afraid to imagine someone who you think you will never have a chance with in real life, because you just never know. Darcy.
Tip number two, imagine a perfect scenario. You don’t need to
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