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  “It’s your night.” He watched her as she pushed to her feet, slipping out of her shoes before she stood in front of him. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want…” She started to lose her nerve.

  “Leah.” His quiet voice soothed. “Take as long as you need. I’m a patient man.”

  Where did he come from? This man who made her feel hot and cherished in the same moment. She wanted to touch him, to love him. To believe in what they had.

  “Unzip your jeans,” she whispered.

  “Happy to.”

  He popped the button on his waistband, then slowly eased his zipper down, revealing a pair of dark blue boxers. His impressive erection pressed against the front placket.

  Leah remembered how he’d felt in her hand. Hot, silky, thick. She wanted to feel that again.

  “Spread your legs,” she said.

  He raised an eyebrow, but did it, his hands resting on his thighs. She stepped between his legs, let out a shaky breath, then slid her fingers into the opening of his boxers and closed them around his cock.

  “God—” He jerked against her hand, but he didn’t move. So she moved for him.

  Her hand slid down his length, remembering his heat, wanting that heat inside her.

  “Touch me, Marcus. Please.”

  His hands snapped up and closed over her breasts. She moaned—it escalated to a gasp when his fingers found the top of her breasts, the corset pressing them up until they nearly popped out of the neckline of her shirt. Her hand tightened around him and he growled.

  She climbed on his lap and straddled him, fumbling at the waistband of her trousers as she stroked him. By the time she finally got her zipper open she was panting. Marcus shuddered, and grabbed her wrist.

  “Any more and I won’t last, sweetheart. You wind me up.”

  “I want you, Marcus—and God, that scares me.”

  “Because of your fiancé.”

  “Yes. Sorry.”

  He cursed under his breath. “I’m not him, Leah.”

  “Oh, I know that.” She stroked him again and his hips lifted off the sofa, thrusting into her hand. “He never would have humored me like this, or trusted me to take the lead.”

  “He’s a fool. And I benefit from his stupid act of letting you get away.”

  She leaned in and kissed him. They both moaned when she slid forward, pressing against the head of his cock. Only the thin silk of her thong separated them. She rubbed against him, heat spiraling through her.

  “Marcus—” He stroked her nipples through the cotton of her shirt, and the corset. With a sharp gasp she arched into him. “I want you. Oh, God—” Her hand tightened around his cock and she slid closer, rocking into him.

  “Leah—God—I need to get a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “I want to feel you, inside me. Just you, no barriers.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “This is not like me at all.” She looked down at her hand, watched herself stroke him. He jerked again, a moan tearing out of his throat. “And you have terrified me since the day I met you. But you’re not what I expected, Marcus Hawkins, former bad boy billionaire.” She pushed the wet silk of her thong to one side and eased forward until his cock pressed against her slick folds. “You’re not what I expected at all.”

  “Shit—sorry. I want you, Leah. I need to feel you, bury myself inside you.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please God, yes.”

  He let go of her—and she let out a cry when his hands caught her hips, pulled her forward. His thick, hot cock slid into her, and God, he felt so good. Slick, throbbing, so hard she knew he was as close to the edge as she was.

  Slowly, he filled her, and she watched every inch disappear inside her. He was so beautiful, his control impressive. It drove her to the edge of crazy.

  “Marcus—”

  He thrust up and she cried out, clamping around him as he drove himself in to the hilt. She held on to his shoulders, tilted her hips so he sank in deeper.

  “Jesus, Leah. You’re so tight, so hot. I have to move.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He startled her by sliding his hands under her ass and picking her up, moving until her back was against the nearest wall. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this since the auction.” He pulled out, and thrust in again, hard and deep.

  She wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust. The pressure built, and she moved faster. Marcus slapped one hand against the wall and drove into her, his mouth on her throat. Every deep thrust touched her core, heat spiraling through her until she couldn’t breathe.

  “Marcus—God, don’t stop—”

  “Never.” He captured her lips in a kiss that left her lightheaded and stroked her, faster, deeper, harder.

  She gasped against his lips, her body clenching around him. So close—she was so close—

  He freed her lips and plunged into her, his breathing ragged. Leah gripped his arms, rocking into him. He changed position, his cock pressing against her clit, the friction driving her higher. She dropped her head back, fighting to breathe. Marcus moved faster, his breath hot on her throat. The pressure became unbearable and she strained toward him.

  “Marcus—God, faster—”

  He obliged, his fingers digging into her ass. Every long, hard stroke pushed her closer to release, and she tilted her hips up, needing to feel him deeper. A low growl escaped him, and she arched off the wall, crying out as he thrust into her, his cock throbbing, so thick and hard she felt him touch her core.

  Her body tightened around him, desperate for the climax almost in her reach. One last, deep stroke set her off, her orgasm so intense every muscle clenched. He drove himself into her, faster, his face pressed against her throat. With a groan he stiffened, shouting as he found his own release, spilling himself inside her.

  They kept moving together as she came back down, and he rode out his climax. Finally, he sagged against her, his weight pinning her to the wall, still buried inside her. After long minutes they stopped gasping for breath, and he lifted his head.

  “God,” he whispered. “You were incredible, Leah.” He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers, slow and sensuous. She clung to him by the time he finally eased back. “I want to take you to bed now, love you until we can’t see straight.”

  “I am so good with that.” His chuckle vibrated through her. “Marcus?” He met her eyes, his hair tousled and sweaty, his blue eyes dark with passion. “Thank you. This night has—”

  “Just started, sweetheart.” He pulled her off the wall, his cock already hard again. “I got a taste of you, and I want more. So much more.”

  She held on to him as he carried her into the bedroom.

  “Marcus.”

  “Hmm.” He was busy kissing and licking her throat.

  “I think—God, that feels good.” She couldn’t think when he had his mouth on her. “I wanted to tell you—clothes can come off.”

  “Thank God.” He lowered her to the bed, still inside her, his weight driving him deeper. She let out a gasp and arched up, not wanting to take the time to get rid of her clothes. “Leah—” He thrust into her. “Damn—you set me off. I’m going to pull out, sweetheart. Just for a minute,” he whispered when she moaned in protest. “I want to feel you, skin on skin. Take off everything, except that corset. I want the honors.”

  They both groaned as he eased out of her, then she had the pleasure of watching him as he stripped down. God help her, he was gorgeous—all lean muscle, tanned skin, and a long, thick cock, ready for her to—oh.

  She climbed off the bed and unbuttoned her shirt, her fingers less than steady. It was his turn to watch her, and she was nervous that he wouldn’t like what he saw.

  “Need some help, sweetheart?”

  He slid his hands around to her back and pushed her trousers and her thong over her hips, down her legs, kneeling in front of her. She jumped when he kissed the inside of her knee, and kept going, each s
oft kiss sending a wave of heat through her as he got closer to her clit. Oh, God, was he going to—

  “Marcus—”

  “Keep undressing, Leah. I’m just going to take a little taste.”

  Her knees nearly buckled when his tongue circled her clit. His hands cupped her ass, holding her up, and he hummed against her, his tongue tracing her slit. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place, wanting him to—

  His tongue slipped inside her and her knees did buckle.

  Marcus held on to her, pulling his mouth off her long enough to settle her to the edge of the bed before he dove in again. Literally. She didn’t think she could have another orgasm so soon, but he was changing her thinking. Hard and fast.

  She clutched the duvet, her hips lifting off the bed as his tongue stroked her.

  “Oh, God—” His fingers dug into her ass, keeping her in place as his tongue did wild, magical things to her clit. “Marcus—God—”

  Her body clenched—then let go with an orgasm that rocked through her. Marcus covered her with his mouth and kept licking her, stroking her, tasting her as she climaxed. She fell back on the bed, not able to hold herself up. If he kept going at her like that, she’d—

  A second orgasm hit before she could finish her thought. She arched off the bed, gasping for breath. Marcus finally released her, kissing his way up the curve of her hip, across her stomach, stopping at the edge of the corset. He loomed over her, a smile on his face.

  “Let me get that shirt off you.” He leaned forward—and she nearly bolted off the bed when his cock pressed against her still twitching clit. “Oops.”

  “You’re killing me, Marcus.”

  He slipped his arm under her and pulled her shirt off. “I’m just getting started.”

  “Oh, my God.” She wouldn’t survive tonight.

  His laughter washed over her, left goosebumps on her skin. “Can you scoot up on the bed?” He straightened, so he wasn’t pressing anything against her, and she managed to haul herself up. “Much better. Now, let’s see what we can do about that corset.”

  He climbed up and straddled her hips, his cock full and hard. When he bent over, its hot length brushed her belly. She forgot about that a second later, when his hands cupped her breasts.

  She had been wearing the corset all day, and most of the time forgot she had it on. It was stiffened by thicker panels on the sides instead of boning, plus the heavy lacing in the back, and more comfortable than she expected. She also felt incredibly sexy in it.

  “I knew you had spectacular breasts, Leah. That halter gown you wore to the auction showed them off to perfection. But this—damn, this gave me a hard on the second I saw you.” She shivered when his thumbs traced the top of her breast, spilling out of the corset now that she was on her back. “I’m turned on seeing you in it. Now I want to see you out of it.”

  Nerves kicked in. She loved her body, the classic curvy hourglass figure, with maybe more hip than she liked. With the right silhouettes, she knew she looked pretty damn good. But naked, in front of this perfect man—that left her more than a little shaky.

  “Marcus, I—” His lips cut her off, his hands already slipping under her.

  By the time he freed her, she was sitting again, and his lips had moved down to the top of her breast as he slowly untied the lacing at her back.

  “Maybe I should…” He lifted his head, gazing at her breasts. “Yes, I definitely should.” He let go of her, and crawled around her to the head of the bed, giving her a beautiful view of his firm ass. She had to check and see if she was drooling. No—not yet. When he fluffed the pillows and sat back against the headboard, his cock standing tall and proud, she swallowed. “Come and sit in my lap, pretty girl.”

  “That sounds—dirty.” And delicious, and she wanted to, so much.

  She made a show of crawling over to him, her breasts threatening to fall out of the top of the corset. His cock twitched, and she could have sworn he got bigger. In fact, the closer she got, the bigger he looked.

  How in the world did he fit inside me?

  She wasn’t even sore, so she must have been even more ready for him than she thought. God, she was beyond ready for him, now, so wet she figured he’d slip right in.

  Marcus didn’t give her time to think. With a low growl he caught her around the waist and lifted her. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, guiding him as he lowered her, and gasped when he pushed into her, so hot, so thick.

  “Shit.” He panted, obviously fighting to keep himself from thrusting into her. “Leah—”

  She took him in, inch by inch, until he filled her, so deep her body throbbed at the feel of him. When she leaned in to kiss him they both moaned, her movement pressing him even deeper.

  “God, Marcus.” She nibbled on his lower lip, what was supposed to be a slow, sensual kiss turning desperate as his hands took possession of her breasts.

  He found her nipples through the cotton, the friction of the fabric against her skin driving her to the edge. She started rocking against him, gripped his shoulders for leverage as she lifted herself, and sank onto him again. He shuddered, his hands closing over her hips.

  “Stop—oh, fuck, Leah, please hold still. I can’t—” He lowered his head, throbbing inside her. “You feel so good. I wanted this to last longer, but I—shit—”

  He thrust up, and she let out a cry as heat shot through her. Holding on to his shoulders, she met every thrust, sweat sliding down her hiked breasts. She felt his hot, wet skin under her hands, felt him battling for control.

  His hands found the lacing on her corset and started tearing at it.

  “Marcus.” She let go of him and reached behind her. “Let me.”

  “Holy God,” he whispered. He kept stroking her as she unlaced the corset, his gaze glued to her breasts. She grabbed the front of the corset before it could fall, and Marcus stopped, his hands spreading over her hips. “What?”

  “I’m going to—jiggle,” she whispered, mortified that he’d see that—God, that he’d have her breasts in his face.

  “Damn, I hope so.” He slid his hands up, tracing her hips, in to her waist, then up to her breasts, covering her trembling fingers. “That means you trust me, and you’re so deep into,” he tilted his hips and she gasped, feeling him touch her core, “this, you forget. I love your body, Leah. Every curve, every smooth, silky inch. The first time you walked in my office, I wanted you. I’ve wanted you every day since.”

  Tears stung her eyes, and all she could manage was his name.

  “Marcus.” She kissed him, putting every emotion swirling through her in that kiss

  He took over, pulling the corset free and replacing it with his hands. The pace of his lovemaking changed, and he moved slowly, each stroke taking her higher, a slow build that had her fighting to breathe.

  Still kissing her, he caught her around the waist and lowered her to the bed, his weight so welcome as he settled between her legs. She moaned against his lips, arched up to take him in deeper, tried to speed the pace. He eased back and whispered, his breath warm and uneven.

  “No, sweetheart. I am going to savor now, feel your silky heat take me in. I’m going to fill you over and over, Leah.” He slid out of her, then back in, his eyes dark and intense, his muscles clenched as he obviously fought to keep moving slow. Her body pulsed, and throbbed, and tightened around him. “God, woman.” He closed his eyes, stroked her again. “I’ve never lost control, not like I do with you.”

  “You have—too much control right now.” She dug her fingers into his ass, urged him closer, strained to take him in even deeper. “Lose yourself in me, Marcus. I promise not to let you go.”

  He stared at her, and she wanted to take back what she said. Too intense, too soon—God, she was an idiot—

  “I’m never letting you go, Leah.” She cried out when his thrust into her, moving faster now, so hard and thick she knew he was as close as she was to climaxing. “Look at me.” She did, biting her lip to ke
ep back the low, aching moans that threatened to spill out. He lowered himself, kissing the corner of her mouth, the tip of her nose. “I love you, Leah Frane.”

  Her heart stilled, for an endless second—then lurched back into life, beating so hard she thought it would burst right out of her chest.

  “Marcus—”

  He kissed her silent, like he didn’t want to hear a rejection, and drove himself into her. She clutched the sheets and bowed off the bed, desperate to feel all of him. He held her in place, thrusting hard and deep. Gasping for breath, she clawed at the bed, afraid her fingers would tear right through the sheets.

  Marcus stiffened, then moved faster, letting out a raw shout as he pumped into her. His climax triggered hers, and they held on to each other as they fell over the edge.

  Five

  Between bouts of lovemaking, they slept, tangled around each other. Leah had never felt so alive, so spent, so thoroughly loved.

  Sun filtering through the half open blinds woke her. Marcus’ body spooned hers, his hand on her breast.

  She closed her eyes, remembering his declaration from last night. The words had followed her into her dreams, along with the hope she was so afraid to grasp. She wanted to believe him, to believe in him. He was such a good man, everything she ever wanted in the man she loved…

  God—she loved him.

  “Big surprise, Leah,” she muttered. But her heart pounded again, like it was trying to escape her chest, escape the very possible heartache. She wouldn’t survive that kind of betrayal again. Not when Marcus Hawkins had broken down the walls around her heart and captured it.

  Her decision made, for better or worse, she smiled, and moved until the erection poking into her hip slid between her legs.

  He moaned, his hand tightening on her breast. She stretched, sliding against his hard cock.

  “Good God, Leah.” He shifted until his thick head eased into her. It was her turn to moan. He kept going, slowly sinking into her, his hand drawing lazy circles around her aching nipple. By the time he finally filled her, she was hot and throbbing. “You’re not sore?”

  “No,” she gasped, pressing against him. “Marcus—please—”