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  “SO TELL ME,” Laina began. She was lying on James’s bed with her bra and panties on, thanking her lucky stars she’d thrown one matching set of lingerie into her bag when she’d packed. She’d chosen it, a silky white set overlaid with nude lace, to go under her bridesmaid’s dress. James was stretched out beside her in navy boxers, kept on at her insistence. With the sky faded to a dark indigo beyond the hotel’s windows, his room was in darkness other than a bedside lamp. “What position do you like best?”

  James threw back his head and laughed. “My, my. What happened to that innocent creature I bedded only twenty-four hours ago?”

  Laina grinned. Twenty-four hours—was that even possible? How could it be that only a day ago she was ignorant to the heights of pleasure her body could feel? It was like the doors to her world had been thrown open overnight. “I’m thirty-two years old. A late bloomer, which means I don’t have any time to waste. You need to tell me everything you know.”

  “I’d rather show you.”

  “Later. Now answer the question.”

  “Fine. Favorite position? We haven’t tried them all yet.”

  It was Laina’s turn to laugh. There was something undeniably sexy about knowing James had been with so many women and only wanted her—at least for now. But she wasn’t about to fool herself into thinking that meant it was going to be anything more permanent, even if she had to admit that her desire for him was more than physical. There was something about him—the softness beneath the commanding presence, a vulnerability she sensed that he kept deeply buried—that made her want to explore his depths. She loved the way he threw his head back when he laughed, the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her, and the way he touched her even when they weren’t having sex, soft caresses that he seemed to find any excuse to give her. But Laina knew well this was a line of thinking that could lead to her ruin, so she was determined to keep her mind on one thing only: the amazing, breathtaking, earth-shattering sex. “Then use your memory,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of experience to draw on.”

  “Funny, but I seem to be drawing a complete blank right now.”

  “Come on, you promised.”

  James ran a hand slowly up her arm, making her shiver. “I promise to let you know once we’ve worked our way through the entire Kama Sutra.”

  Laina shook her head. The thought of having James to herself that long was intoxicating, but totally unrealistic. “Fine, but that’s your only gimme. You have to answer the rest.”

  “Yes, Your Grace.”

  “Your first time?”

  He grinned. “Seventeen years old, her dorm room. She was older and much more experienced.”

  “Longest you’ve gone without?”

  He looked sheepish.

  “Don’t answer that,” she laughed, wishing she had the nerve to ask the real question that was boring into her mind: How many? But she didn’t dare.

  “What’s your favorite way to come?”

  He looked down at himself. “Would you stop? A man can only take so much of this kind of conversation.”

  She glanced at the bulge in his boxers and then drummed her fingers on the bed. “I’m waiting.”

  “Okay, okay. I’d never say no to your mouth, but face-to-face—it’s hard to beat the classics.”

  “Best sex ever?”

  He ran a hand up the curve of her waist. “Let’s do it right now, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

  Her belly flopped over. He was teasing her, of course. It was pretty obvious that he was enjoying their arrangement as much as she was, but this was all part of the game. Heating each other up with dirty words and utterances that made the other person feel special. She may not have much experience, but she knew better than to fall for it...even if it did sound amazing to her ears.

  “Okay. Last question...” She trailed off, plagued by second thoughts. Was she really going to ask him something so embarrassing? Despite his reputation, there was something about him that made her want to trust him, which was undoubtedly reckless and stupid. But she was living in the moment, she reminded herself. This was her chance to learn about something she’d been missing out on for far too long, and even when they said goodbye to each other forever on Monday, she’d be walking away with an arsenal of experience and knowledge that she could use with the men in her future. Not that that idea appealed to her in the least right now.

  “Come on, don’t be shy,” James prompted softly.

  Laina took a deep breath. “Okay. Why did I never have an orgasm until you came along?”

  To her surprise, his face remained serious. “Because you’ve been lied to.”

  “Lied to?”

  “Yes. Every woman has. Movies and books will have you believe that if you’re aroused enough, it’ll just happen. A little pumping action on the guy’s end and you’re off to the races. There’s probably a small percentage of women who are built that way, but for most it’s a matter of direct stimulation and the right touch at the right time. Also—” he took on a reporter’s voice “—studies show that in long-term relationships, most women can only climax if they employ fantasies.”

  She stared at him. “You mean, like, role play?”

  James shook his head. “Not necessarily. I mean up here.” He tapped his head.

  She let out a sigh of relief. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d be into that.”

  “It’s not for everyone.”

  “Is it for you?” she asked shyly.

  “It’s nothing I need. But...”

  Her heart skipped. “Yes?”

  “There is something I think you might like.” His hand moved to the fabric of her bra, where he starfished his fingers to spread over her nipple. She pressed into him, helpless to control her reaction to his touch. “Will you trust me?” he asked.

  Laina hesitated. God, but this was a bad idea. Whatever he had in mind, she knew it was going to blow her mind yet again. But that was what she was here for, right? “Nothing painful?”

  “Not even close.”

  Laina found herself nodding.

  * * *

  By the time James was in the bathroom checking through the selection of mini hotel-supplied toiletries, his cock was already starting to strain against his boxers. Just the thought of what he had in mind...

  And Laina. Not only was she a sex goddess and as intelligent, passionate, kind and independent as they came, he was blown away by her maturity. Most women he’d known would never be secure enough to broach the topic of his past lovers, and he loved how open she was to talking about sex. To learning more about her body and how to please him—it was a rare quality.

  Yet as mature as she was, there were things about her that reminded him of a little girl that he wanted to protect. And Jesus Christ if he wasn’t getting in over his goddamned head because of it. Each round of their passion was sinking him deeper into a place he wasn’t sure he’d able to return from. Tonight, when he’d been anticipating her arrival, he’d been as excited about having a conversation with her and just feeling her close to him as he had been about the sex. And that was not only completely unfamiliar to him, it was downright terrifying.

  But he could worry about all that tomorrow, James told himself. Because right now there was no way in hell he was going to walk away from what was about to happen between them.

  Picking up and discarding the mini bottles one at a time, he grinned when he found what he was looking for. Pure aloe-vera gel, great for sunburns and mind-blowing sex.

  When he returned to the bedroom, Laina was lying back against the pillows on his bed with her phone in her hand. “Mood killer,” she said, putting it aside when he walked up to her. “Sorry.”

  “No problem. Nothing urgent, I hope?”

  “Just my mother.” She grinned. “Serious mood killer.”

  He sat d
own beside her and put a hand on her forearm. “Anything you want to talk about?”

  It wasn’t just a polite question. If there was something upsetting her, James not only wanted to know about it, he wanted to help her fix it. So terrifying...and extremely bad news considering what her reaction would likely be when he finally got around to asking her for the favor he needed. Mood killer indeed; he pushed the thought from his mind.

  “It’s not important,” Laina assured him. “Now, where were we?”

  James pushed her hair back from her face. Those deep, dark eyes, that sexy mouth—Christ. “You were going to trust me,” he replied. “But it’s nothing that can’t wait. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

  “Are you kidding?” Circling her arms around his neck, Laina brought her mouth close to his. “Always,” she whispered, pressing her body into his as she kissed him.

  Always. Why did that word sound so amazing coming from her lips? Better not to think about it. Better to just let this happen, enjoy it for all it was worth, and let the rest take care of itself. Laina’s hands were at his waist now, tugging at the elastic of his boxers, but he caught them in his. “Later,” he said softly. “Right now, it’s all about you.”

  * * *

  Laina could hear the blood rushing through her ears as James placed the tie over her eyes and fastened it at the back of her head, leaving her in complete darkness. What was she getting herself into? She’d never read Fifty Shades of Grey, but she’d heard enough about it to know that the kind of sex that went on in those pages was definitely not her thing. Handcuffs, spanking, bondage, nipple clamps—no, thank you. But she also knew there was a big difference between a serious fetish and a little playful fun.

  “Just relax.” James’s mouth was at her ear, his sweet breath sending a shiver down her spine. “Trust me,” he said again, and something about those two words sounded extremely erotic to Laina. To put herself at the mercy of this man, despite all her cautions against him, made her feel cared for and reassured and aroused all at the same time.

  So dangerous.

  She felt her hand being lifted and laid against the cold bedpost, and then the silky touch of a tie securing her wrist.

  “Don’t worry,” James said as he started on the other hand. “If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

  But she did like it. His lips were on her neck now, his tongue dipping into the hollow beneath her jaw and sending goose bumps across her skin. Her bra clasp was released behind her, and then her nipple was in his mouth, being pulled to the back of his throat. “You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Those words...so addicting each time he said them, pulling her further and further into a vortex of desire that she wasn’t sure how long she’d be strong enough to swim up from. She verbalized her response with a soft moan, afraid of her own voice.

  James was pulling her panties down to her ankles. She could feel the heat building inside her already, that sensation that was still so new to her. She wished she could reach for him, touch him to see how much he wanted her, but being at his mercy was almost just as intoxicating.

  When his fingers went to her pussy and pushed inside her, Laina gasped. His hand was warm and slippery, coated with something that made each stroke feel more intense than she’d ever thought possible. He moved his fingers to her clit and built her fervor with expert strokes. Up, up, up her desire spiraled, intense enough to make her breathing turn ragged in minutes. “I’m already so close,” she gasped. “That feels so good.”

  “This will feel even better,” James promised. And then—oh, yes—his warm mouth was on her swollen clit, sucking and licking her relentlessly toward explosive pleasure. She’d only had this done to her a few times in her life, but it had never felt anything near to this. Like her whole body was being washed in warm sensuality, like she’d do anything in the world to keep that perfect mouth on her until she reached her release.

  “Do you know long I’ve been wanting to do this?” James rasped as he moved his fingers inside her. “To taste your sweetness on my tongue?”

  “How long?” she gasped.

  “Since the moment I saw you.”

  His tongue latched on to her again and within seconds she was there, hit with the force of a tsunami, pure ecstasy saturating every cell of her body. Her hands strained at the ties as she practically levitated from the bed. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried as the incredible feeling finally subsided.

  Laina’s body felt like it had been singed with heat, hypersensitive and yet still wanting, ready for so much more. And James must have known it, because he was far from finished with her. His lips were on hers now, pushing her mouth open as far as it would go as his tongue probed her deeply, a guttural sound coming from his throat. The way he kissed her—like he wanted to possess her, like it meant something beyond what either of them wanted to acknowledge—clawed at her chest. Animal heat ripped through her as she felt him bite her neck, her shoulder, her breast. She could hear his breath in her ear, his audible desire for her already pushing her past raw need.

  He spoke to her softly, with barely restrained urgency in every syllable. “Laina, I am so hard for you.”

  The torturous visual filled her mind. “Let me feel you. Please.”

  A second later she felt him settling between her thighs, and then his cock was lying on her belly, long and hard as he rocked it against her. It felt wet and slightly sticky to the touch—with the same thing he’d used on her pussy. His voice was above her, inches from her face. “Do you know why my cock is slippery? Because I’ve been stroking myself as I watch you. I can’t handle it, Laina. You’re too amazing.”

  “Let me see,” she demanded, so firmly within the grip of desire she felt like she’d kill for a glimpse. That part of him she was so addicted to after only two days—it was madness. “I have to see. Please.”

  The blindfold was ripped off, and her eyes were filled with the sight of James straddled across her thighs. His cock was in his fist, his face a mask of lust as he moved his hand firmly up and down. It was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen in her life. “Oh, James...” Her hips gyrated beneath him, desperate for pressure. His hand, his mouth, his cock—anything to quench her aching need. Her heart was pounding through her chest, beating to the force of her insatiable hunger.

  James leaned forward and pulled the tie on her right hand. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a thick voice. “Let me see you touch yourself, and I promise to fuck you.”

  Laina proudly didn’t miss a beat, though she’d never masturbated in her life. The thought of it had always seemed morbidly embarrassing to her, but right now it sounded like the best idea she’d ever heard. Because it was with James, the man who’d completely turned her world upside down in just twenty-four hours. “Before or after we come?” She could barely get the words out.

  “You come,” he panted as he continued his stroking. She could see his balls pulled up tight, ready to explode. “I’m going to save myself for your beautiful pussy.”

  “What if I want to see you come on me?” Who was she? Laina Rose did not say things like that, did not do things like this. But thanks to James Ellison, Laina Rose had officially turned into a sex maniac.

  “Stop talking like that, or I will come right now. And you want to feel this inside you, believe me.” He grabbed her free hand and clamped it down on her pussy. “Now let me see you touch yourself.”

  Laina laid her hand flat over her mound and slid it slowly downward, letting her body’s response guide her pleasure. She sunk a finger inside herself and drew it out again, circling her clit, and was surprised when a whimper emitted from her throat. It did feel good—not as good as when James touched her, but having his eyes fastened on her every move like a predator in heat more than made up for it. The wild look in his eyes drove her forward as she reared her hips up from the bed, consumed with reaching that beautifu
l point of no return. Knowing she was safe to climax because James would bring her back yet again after she did, ready and aching for more of this, more of him. He was under her skin so far now it was pointless to try to deny it. She never wanted this feeling to end, and whatever that meant on a practical level didn’t matter.

  Her fingertip swirled her clit once, twice, three times, and she moved her finger inside herself again as she moaned. James looked like he was dangerously close to combusting, but she was almost there. She was gasping for breath now, so close to ecstasy and yet never wanting it to end. She finally fell over the edge into bliss with a sharp cry, rocking side to side with her head thrown back into her still-bound left arm.

  When she came back into her body, James was releasing the tie on her wrist, then flipping onto his back and reaching for a condom. His heavy breathing and erotic words had been replaced with a focused silence that was no less arousing. Laina could see that it was taking all of his strength to keep himself together, and the knowledge that it was she who had taken him to that agonizing place was so sweet it almost hurt.

  James was prone on his back now, his hand spread wide at the base of his sheathed cock to hold it upright. Laina licked her lips at the sight of it, miraculously still aching for him. Still yearning for more.

  James’s voice was barely controlled when he spoke. “Do you think you can come again?”

  She nodded—unbelievable but true. Her clit was so sensitive now she feared it might hurt if she did, but she knew it would be a good pain.

  “Good,” James said calmly. “You’re going to sit on my cock, and I’m going to fuck you until I come. It won’t take much, I’m warning you. Make yourself come at the same time, and squeeze my cock as hard as you can when you do.”

  Laina scrambled over his hips, dying for the feel of him filling her. She positioned herself over him, and he grabbed her hips. This time there was no slow entry, no watching him ease into her one sweet inch at a time. There was only raw power and an impossibly forceful thrust into her as James’s consuming need broke like a dam. Holding her hips immobile, he began to drive into her, making her head flop forward as goose bumps broke out across her body and she lost all sense of time and place, anything beyond this room and this man and the incredible feeling that was welling up in her yet again.