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  She remembered Julie saying something about Holley Cay’s vast array of sexual paraphernalia available by request, but she'd never imagined Drew as the kinky type.

  But now, with him over her, every muscle coiled with tension as he looked down at her with a covetous look in his eyes, the idea that he was into bondage wasn't so far fetched.

  One didn't become a multimillionaire technology tycoon without having a dominant streak.

  "I've played out this night about a thousand times," his said, his eyes raking over hers in a way that made her shiver with equal parts apprehension and anticipation, "and I've got too many plans to let this end in a hard fast fuck that lasts five minutes if we're lucky."

  Wendy pulled her other wrist against the restraint, swallowing hard when she confirmed that like the first, it was fastened tight. "Isn't this a little... advanced.. for the first time?" she asked, her discomfort clear in her voice. "Usually I make a guy wait at least a few dates before we get into the bondage."

  Drew just smiled and moved to kneel between her legs. Wendy's inner thighs quivered at the brush of hair roughened skin against smooth. Her breath caught in her chest as he came down over her, all hot skin and rippling muscle. And here she was tied to the bed like some sacrificial virgin, virtually helpless against him and anything he wanted to do to her.

  But when he kissed her again with his hot, open mouth kisses, propping himself over her so she could feel only the barest brush of his skin against hers, she felt anything but virginal. And God, the way he kissed her, his lips so firm, his tongue thrusting with just the right pressure.... She couldn't remember the last time she'd been kissed like that.

  Getting tied up might not have been her choice for one wild night, but as her mind raced with all the possibilities of the things he could do to her bound, helpless body with that mouth, she conceded Drew might have had the right idea.

  "It's not usually on my short list either," Drew said as he kissed his way down her neck, across to shoulders, "but I should have known it would be different with you." He opened his teeth over the spot where her neck met her shoulder. "You make me hard just walking into a room." He circled his hips so she could feel every hot inch of his cock against her stomach. "I should have known I'd fucking lose it the second you touched me."

  There was a rough edge to his voice, and as he smoothed his palms up the insides of her arms she realized she wasn't the only one trembling. "I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said as his fingers twined with hers. "But if you touch me again, I'm going to ruin it for both of us."

  He kissed her again, and the restrained passion she tasted was more powerful than any aphrodisiac.

  She did this to him, she thought with a rush of triumph that only intensified the throbbing between her legs. She could make Drew, with his cutting remarks and icy reserve, so hot that he was shaking with it. At some point she still wanted the hard, quick fuck her body craved, but right now she couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

  And what it would take to finally push him over the edge.

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  Drew brought his hands back to cup Wendy's cheeks, groaning as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and rubbed it with hers. Even with her hands tied, just the feel of her against him threatened to send him flying over the edge. She tasted so good, the hot, sweet spiciness of her mouth making his blood run thick and hot through his body.

  He rose up on to his knees, ignoring her sound of protest as he pulled his mouth from hers. He took a moment to just look at her. Her dark, thick hair rippled over the pillow. Naked, she was even more beautiful than he'd imagined. He'd thought she looked hot in the narrow skirts and close fitting pants of her business suits, not to mention the floaty, flirty thing she'd worn tonight.

  But now his mouth watered as he took in the reality of what lay under her clothes. Pale skin the color of cream, which he now knew firsthand was even softer than it looked. He'd always thought of her as slender, and though her waist was narrow, her breasts were surprisingly full.

  He'd always imagined her nipples would be pale pink, soft and salty sweet, hardening against his tongue as he sucked her inside. Instead they were small and tight, the same ruby red color as her perfectly fuckable mouth.

  Drew's mouth practically watered as he lowered his head to take one into his mouth. He teased her first with soft little licks around the edge, waiting until she gave a whimper and jerked against the restraints. Only then did he close his lips over the tight peak, sucking hard, harder as he felt her legs shift restlessly against his.

  "You've got the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen," he said, taking his time, licking, sucking, pinching, focusing on every detail of her response because if he thought for a second about how good it felt to have her smooth, naked body writhing against his, her perfect tits in her mouth, he would come right there against the smooth cotton of the sheets.

  "Drew, please…." If the soft cry hadn't made his cock jump against the mattress, the way she spread her legs so he could feel her, wet and hot against his stomach would have. He shifted to the side, keeping his mouth where it was as he slid his hand down the plane of her stomach to the silky triangle of curls at the top of her mound.

  And lower, groaning around her nipple as he discovered that other than the small dark patch, she was totally bare, silky smooth, the slippery evidence of her need soaking his fingers as he stroked and parted her plump flesh. Her clit was firm, throbbing against his fingers as he stroked, making his own cock throb in concert.

  She moaned and parted her legs wider, and he lifted his head, needing to see, not wanting to miss a second of her pleasure. He loved the way his hands looked against her, big and tan against her creamy skin. And the sight of his fingers, gleaming wet with her juice as they stroked up, down, around. He dipped lower, his breath catching as he watched his fingers slowly, slowly sink inside her tight heat.

  They both shuddered as he thrust slowly in, then out. Drew's breath caught at the way her pussy tensed around him, so tight, so slick, he knew he wouldn't last more than a couple of strokes once he got inside her.

  Which meant he had to give her as much pleasure as possible before he took his own, because once he got even an inch inside of Wendy's tight, perfect pussy, it would be game over.

  He slid lower, trailing kisses down her stomach before he came to rest between her legs. He pressed a hard kiss to the soft hollow of her pelvis and pushed farther down the bed. He stroked his hand down the inside of one thigh, loving the way the muscles jumped and shuddered under the ridiculously soft skin.

  He hooked his hands behind her knees and urged them up and out, parting her legs farther, opening her up to his gaze.

  She was as beautiful here as everywhere else, the cream-colored skin of her thighs giving way to plump pussy lips flushed a soft pink. And beyond that, deep, ruby red folds gleamed in the dim light, beckoning him, tempting him beyond all reason.

  Red Rose.

  The thought sprang out of nowhere, but it was true, he realized as he looked at her, naked and aroused and spread out for him like a feast. Her lush, kiss-swollen lips. The tight nipples pulled into hard peaks. And the slick folds of her pussy. Every hot, sweet spot on Wendy's body was the gorgeous deep color of a red rose.

  Drew gave himself a mental shake, wondering where the hell the uncharacteristically poetic thought came from. He was not a hearts and flowers guy, mooning over a chick and composing sonnets to the curve of her cheekbones.

  But he had the feeling that after tonight, he was never going to look at red roses the same way.

  He bent his head and opened his mouth against the skin of her inner thigh, closing his eyes so he could absorb every detail of the texture, the taste, the way her body tensed against him in anticipation as his mouth moved higher, higher, until his tongue was licking inside the crease where her inner thigh met her torso.

  She shifted, twisting her hips so his mouth brushed her pussy instead. The scent of her arousal made his dick stretch alm
ost painfully against his skin, the feel of her so wet and hot against his lips it was all he could do not to open his mouth over her sex and drink her in.

  But he wasn't finished building her up, not yet. He wanted her so keyed up, so ready to go that she felt like she was going to die if she didn't come.

  Just a little payback for keeping herself from him for so long when they'd both known from the beginning how good this would be.

  So far it was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. All the more reason to make it last as long as possible.

  Instead of giving her what she so obviously wanted, Drew pulled away, set his mouth on her other knee and made the same slow, delicious journey up her opposite thigh. This time when he reached the top, Wendy rocked her hips in his face and went one better, wrapping her legs around his back, digging her heels in in a way that let him know she meant business.

  Drew caught her behind the knees and pressed her legs open. He looked up, unable to stifle his grin at the look on her flushed face, her eyes blurry with arousal, her full mouth pulled into a frustrated pout.

  She tried to deliver a little kick, grunting in frustration when his firm grip kept her foot from barely grazing his back. "Stop teasing me you asshole."

  "Bossy," he said and pressed his mouth to the top of her mound.

  She let out a strangled sigh of frustration, and as much as Drew wanted to continue teasing her, he couldn't take it anymore either. The sight of her, the scent of her, the feel of her smooth, silky legs shifting against his shoulder, it was all too much to resist.

  He parted her with his thumbs and gave her what they both so desperately wanted, his tongue on her clit, circling it with slow, firm strokes as she arched and moaned against him. He licked further down, tasting every hot, wet inch of her as he slid his tongue along her slit and thrust inside, tongue fucking her pussy until another rush of moisture bathed his mouth.

  "Please, oh God, please," Wendy moaned as she rocked her hips up off the bed, every muscle tight as he kept her on the razor's edge of need.

  Drew moved his mouth back up to her clit, berry red, plump and throbbing with need. He sucked it in between his lips, loving the way her harsh cry of pleasure echoed to the ceiling, the deep moan she gave as he thrust two thick fingers deep inside her.

  His own skin was bathed in sweat, his own body quivering with need, but he'd never been so intent on bringing a woman to orgasm. Never been so in tune with every response. Never so determined to push her pleasure higher, deeper, so this night his touch would be burned into her memory.

  He could feel her, clenching around him, her clit pulsing against his tongue as he sucked her harder. She was close. He thrust his fingers up, twisting, stroking. He flicked her with his tongue, once, twice.

  "Drew! Oh, my God, Drew!"

  His name on her lips, the way she moaned and shuddered against his mouth sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock. For a second he was sure he was going to come right there on the sheets, just from the sound of her crying his name and the knowledge that he had made her come.

  Hard.

  So hard her legs were trembling as he let them slide off his shoulders. So hard he could see the skin of her chest jump with the fierce beating of her heart beat as he forced himself off the bed to retrieve a condom from his toiletry kit in the bathroom.

  He grabbed a foil packet and as he turned back to her he paused to take her in. Spread across the bed, all of the tension seemed to have melted out of her body. Looking at her, he wouldn't have even known her hands were tied if he hadn't done it himself. Her hands were flung up by her head, fingers curled in slightly.

  She was so relaxed it almost looked like she was asleep. Until he looked at her face. Flushed with satisfaction, her mouth quirked in a knowing smile as her hot gaze fixed pointedly between his legs.

  His cock responded as though she'd touched him, stretching, yearning toward her as he walked back to the bed. Unconsciously he wrapped his palm around himself, as though that would somehow calm his raging body. He heard her little gasp, watched her lick her full, red lips as she watched his hand stroke up and down the hard length of his cock.

  He pumped himself again, jaw clenching as fluid beaded on the tip. He smoothed it over the sensitive head, used it as lube as he stroked himself until he knew if he didn't end this little show he was going to come in his hand.

  He closed the distance to the bed and quickly rolled on the condom. He settled between her legs, his skin quivering as her inner thighs brushed his waist. He closed his hand around his shaft and circled her clit with his cock for long, torturous seconds, bathing himself in her juice as he pressed inside.

  They both gasped at that first penetration, and every sinew pulled tight as he watched the head of his cock disappear inside her tight, wet depths. "God damn, you're so tight," he groaned, barely aware of the words spilling out of his mouth. "Like a hot, wet fist closing around me, pulling me deep."

  His words trailed off as he rocked his hips, sinking in another inch, then another as he worked his way in with short, shallow strokes while she squirmed under him, eyes squeezed shut as little sounds of pleasure escaped her parted lips.

  Her hands pulled against the ties, the muscles of her arms shifting under her skin as she strained. "Please,” she begged, “please untie me. Please let me touch you."

  Oh, God, he didn't know if he could handle it, but he couldn't resist the temptation of her hands on his chest, his back, his ass as he fucked her. He gave a hard thrust of his hips and sank all the way in as he reached out for her wrist.

  The ripping sound of the velcro as he released her wrists seemed to vibrate over his skin. Instantly her hands were cupping his face, pulling him down to her mouth. Her lips parted under his, his tongue thrust inside, tasting her moans as he sank his cock as deep as he could go.

  Her hands slid down his shoulders, his back. With her legs wrapped around him, that was all it took to make Drew snap the bonds of his control. His last coherent thought was that he hoped she was ready, because there was no holding back anymore.

  Chapter 4

  Wendy had never felt anything like Drew on her, over her, inside of her. He was huge and hot, threatening to overwhelm her as he took her. She felt the instant he lost his hard won control, reveled in the way he trembled under her touch as he took her mouth in hard, almost frantic kisses.

  Then she couldn't think anymore, only feel as he took her in hard, pounding thrusts. She clung to him, her arms around his back, nails digging into his skin as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head dug into the pillow as her mouth opened on a silent scream.

  She had thought nothing could feel as good as his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking her like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted while his fingers thrust and twisted, finding secret spots inside her she never even knew she had.

  But this... this was what she'd craved. From the second she'd let her mind wander into forbidden territory and allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like with Drew, this was what she had wanted. His cock, inside her, so big and thick it seemed impossible he could even fit, and yet her hips were arching off the bed, meeting his with such force the room filled with the moist slapping sound of skin meeting skin as their bodies came together.

  It was everything she wanted and so much more, his skin under her hands, the primal scent of sweat and sex permeating the air, the taste and feel of his lips on hers, the slick slide of his tongue tasting faintly of herself.

  She could feel her body tightening around him, clenching tighter as though her pussy was trying to pull him even deeper. Drew reared up over her, and she only had a second to marvel at the sight of all those muscles rippling and shifting with every drive of his hips before he pressed his palms against the inside of her thighs.

  He opened her wide, his hips swiveling as he drove deep, stirring her up until she was falling, falling into a whirlpool of sensation, every nerve pulled tight as he drove her to the edge of a release beyon
d anything she'd ever felt before.

  She looked up through a haze, breath catching as she watched Drew reach between them to press against her clit, swollen and wet and almost unbearably sensitive. He just kept his thumb there as his cock pounded into her and that steady pressure was all it took to send her careening over into the abyss.

  He never let up his heavy thrusts, riding her through her orgasm as she rippled and shuddered around him on a seemingly endless wave. Bright bursts of color exploded behind her eyelids as her body felt like it was flying apart, animal sounds of pleasure wrenched from her chest.

  She heard his harsh cry, felt him jerk against her. His head was thrown back, his lips pulled tight into a savage mask of pleasure. He clutched at her hips and Wendy wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him deep, deep inside of her so she could feel his cock jerking hard as he came.

  His deep, shuddering sigh echoed her own as he rolled to the side and flopped onto his back beside her. "Jesus," he breathed.

  "My sentiments exactly," Wendy said, fighting the post orgasmic languor that was settling over every tingling throbbing inch of her. She needed to muster up the motivation to get herself up and out of this bed before she did something really stupid like fall asleep in his arms.

  Even as she had the thought, he pulled her against his chest and splayed his big, warm hand against her back. Against her better judgement she buried her face in the hollow of his throat, felt herself melting at the scent of him and the feel of warm skin on skin.

  Felt herself melt even more at the feel of his lips, soft yet firm on her cheek, the sweep of his hand up and down her back as it moved in slow, hypnotic strokes. Oh, God, she hadn't even realized it until this moment, but she'd missed this too, almost as much as the sex.

  The feel of a man's hard, strong body relaxed against hers. The loving stroke of his hands against her skin....

  A warning flag started waving. There was no room for any tenderness, Wendy told herself sternly as she stiffened against him.