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  “Damn.” Anson kissed her again, and her ears rung. “We’re not alone. Let’s go, hot stuff. Your place or mine?”

  “My place.” That way she’d have at least a modicum of control over the situation.

  Yet as they drove back with only the radio and Anson’s good looks between them, she couldn’t help wondering if she was just fooling herself.

  Chapter Eleven

  Anson had done his best, but watching Riley in that excuse for a dress while remembering what she’d done to him earlier had torn his control to shreds. Then having to play nice with everyone while she entranced all the men in attendance… He’d been hard pressed not to shove his tongue down her throat and fondle her in front of the masses to make his claim.

  Primitive and macho, yet he’d wanted to do it regardless. He drove her back to her home in no time then sat with her in the driveway, wondering where to go from here.

  He glanced at her, noting the sly grin she shot him. Fuck if he could stop himself from getting aroused all over again. The night had been sheer hell, because he’d wanted nothing more than to take her upstairs in his office but instead had to deal with business.

  Not that he hadn’t enjoyed himself, knowing how much interest he’d generated in the restaurant. But sexual frustration could kill a man. Or so he now believed after having had a taste of his sweet, sexy mermaid.

  “So what now, Mr. Popular?”

  “Really? Because if anyone won tonight’s popularity contest, I’d say it was you.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her in the car. The darkness hid most of her, but her scent surrounded him. A sultry perfume bathing silky skin he wanted to taste all over again.

  “There weren’t that many guys.” He heard the smile in her voice. “Though I liked talking to Francois. That accent is so yummy.”

  Fucking Francois. Anson shoved his anger under a wave of calm and left the car, barely managing not to slam the door. Then he opened her door, unbuckled her and hauled her with him to her front door.

  Riley had the gall to laugh at him. “Jealous?” She erupted in more fits of giggles, and he hoped to hell she wasn’t too drunk to seduce. The porch light bathed her in a soft glow, making her that much more touchable. No distant mermaid, but a flesh and blood woman so close he could almost taste her.

  “Yeah,” he admitted.

  She stopped laughing. “Huh?”

  He sighed. “Keys.”

  When she kept staring at him, he took her purse, raided it for her keys, then opened the front door. He tugged her inside with him and didn’t stop until he’d carted her down the hall to her bedroom. Then he took off his shirt, shoes and socks, keeping his pants on to slow the roar of his libido.

  She stared at him in what he hoped was awe, but what probably passed as horror.

  “Hell. Come here.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “How drunk are you?” Not too drunk, please God.

  “Not that drunk, so get that look off your face. If I have sex with you, it’s because I’m in charge, and I say so.” She gave him a look so sly and smug he had a hard time not shoving her dress up and taking her right there. “Like I did in your office. How did you like that, Anson?”

  “Baby, if you’d sucked any harder, I’d have had a heart attack. I loved it, and you know it.”

  She arched a brow. “Oh? I don’t remember you saying thank you.”

  He chuckled. “Let’s rectify that right now.”

  She squealed when he tackled her to the bed and proceeded to kiss her everywhere he could reach. Removing the dress proved harder, since the damn thing looked painted on.

  He did the next best thing—shoving the fabric up over her tight belly and hips to expose the smallest thong he’d ever seen. The satiny green triangle barely covered the strip of hair over her pussy. A soft glide of his fingers between her legs showed him she’d been just as affected by their tussle as he was.

  “I might be hard as a rock,” he murmured and kissed his way up her neck to her ear to whisper, “but you’re so wet for me.” He played with her folds, gratified by her lusty squirming. “Need me inside you, sweet?”

  She moaned and gripped him by the hair, pulling him away from her sensitive ears. “Kiss me, damn it.”

  “Now who’s kinky?” he teased. “Do I have to call you Mistress?”

  She swore, and the sound of such profanity on her lips made him want to laugh and groan and bury himself inside her. So he did the next best thing.

  He skated a finger through her sex, over the thin string of her barely-there underwear, and edged past it to the wet heat of her. He shoved his finger deep and kissed her, shocking her into an explosive orgasm that surprised both of them.

  She trembled and rubbed herself up against his hand, her clit full and slick. “God, Anson. You feel so good.”

  “So do you. But we’re just getting started. Time to take this dress off you.” He paused and tried not to grin. “That’s if you’re okay with me being in charge for a bit.”

  She chewed her lower lip, so he replaced her bite with a kiss, smoothing the sting. The kiss turned from soothing to carnal in seconds, making his dick rock hard and aching.

  He inched the dress up past her waist and higher, finally wrestling it off her. She hadn’t worn a bra, and now clad in that wispy thong and nothing else, she was a treat to the senses.

  She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head.

  “Oh,” she breathed, and arched up beneath him.

  Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he groaned, caught in a need so strong it surpassed desire and deepened into something else. Something possessive, affectionate, and damn it all, loving. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he said in a low voice.

  “Anson.”

  “I don’t play well with others,” he growled and nipped her lower lip.

  She reached up with her mouth and drew him in for a full kiss, stroking his tongue with her own. The action had him pumping against her instinctively, needing to fill her with all of him.

  He pulled back to maintain control, breathing hard as he glared down at her.

  “You’re playing just fine with me,” she teased and tried to move her wrists.

  He put her wrists together and held them with one hand while he unfastened his trousers with the other. It took some doing, but he managed to free himself from his pants and underwear and tore her thong off her, until it was just him and her and nothing between them but a delicious friction he wanted more of.

  He continued to hold her hands down while with his free hand he stroked her smooth skin, captivated by their contrasts. “I love how we look together.”

  She leaned up to kiss him, and he let her. Then he pushed her back down to the mattress, kissing and licking his way to her breasts. He teased her nipples into fine points, loving her responsiveness. Riley loved to have her breasts touched, and she showed it in the way she pushed against him, lost in the same desire riding him hard.

  He tugged her nipple, teething it while she writhed and swore she wouldn’t beg again.

  “I think you will,” he said around one pert brown nipple. Sucking hard, he loved hearing her cries of need, her whimpers of delight.

  “Anson, baby, please. I need you in me.”

  “In you where?” he said against her heated skin as he trailed his kisses lower. He had to let go of her wrists and ordered her not to move. Then he continued to kiss down her belly, past the ridges of her hips to the delicious feast between her thighs. He spread her legs wider and moaned when he felt her strong fingers in his hair.

  “I need you, baby.”

  God, when she called him baby like that he couldn’t help wanting to give her anything she fucking wanted. But then he recalled her smiling at Ben, at Mike, at that idiot Francois.

  “You never answered me, Riley. Where do you want me? In your pretty mouth?” He nibbled down her pussy to her clit and licked, closing his eyes as the tas
te of her burst against his tongue. “Your pussy? Or how about that fine ass?”

  She held him fast as he put his mouth over her clit and sucked, tonguing the taut bud and licking while she melted into him. So damn good…

  He humped the bed while he ate her. But he was so sensitive he feared coming and had to pull back from her and ease up. He kissed her inner thighs, her legs and knees, unable to stop caressing her. With his fingers he continued to tease her, shoving first one, then two digits into her tight sheath.

  “Anson,” she keened and arced up off the bed. “In me. Yes.”

  He fingerfucked her, taking in her lively expressions and watching her watch him. Knowing she was more than aware of who lay between her legs, bringing her to pleasure, satisfied that part of him he didn’t want to give her. The possessive, affectionate, loving part of him he normally kept buried.

  “That’s right, Riley,” he said softly between licking her. “It’s me. Anson. Not those assholes from the party. I’m the one you’re fucking.”

  She moaned and gripped him by the hair, not tugging, but rubbing his scalp. Tender yet hungry for him.

  “You’re the one I’m with, I know,” she rasped and moaned again. “Turn around. Let me swallow you down while you do me.”

  More than ready for some relief, he decided to appease her. “This time we do it your way,” he said thickly. “Next time we do it mine.” He hurried to undress, then put his cock to her lips while he went back down on her.

  So wet, so ready for him. Her mouth was there, taking him deep while she played with his balls. He was so tight, so ready to come.

  He licked her faster, shoved his fingers in and out, lost in the tension framing her sex. Her strong thighs bunched, her hips moved in time to his touch and she sucked harder with each pass of his thrusting fingers. Then she let go of his cock to suck his balls, and he felt the orgasm boil up from his sac to his spine.

  “Gonna come,” he muttered against her clit before sucking the bud deep.

  She panted, pulled his dick into her mouth again and fondled his balls. But when her finger grazed his anus, rimming him while she swallowed his cock, he lost it.

  He sucked her clit and nipped it, fucking her mouth deeper and faster. To his pleasure, she came just as he did, bucking against his mouth while he shoved his cock hard and jetted down her throat. The aftershocks of arousal lingered, and as they both eased off the other, he continued to come in small spurts.

  “Riley, fuck.” He groaned and finished milking his seed, wiping the mess on her throat.

  She rubbed him against her, sliding a finger through his slit and easing it into her mouth. “Hmm. You taste good.”

  He exhaled on a moan and turned around, hugging her to him. He laid on his back and settled her over him like a blanket, storing up his energy for another go at her.

  “Happy now?” She kissed him.

  He tasted himself on her lips and knew she could taste herself on his. “Almost. I need to come a few more times. And you do too.”

  She chuckled, her eyelids half-closed. “I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty orgasmic right now. Not sure I can handle another one.”

  “Now honey, you’re no quitter. I know you can.” He pulled her in for another kiss.

  She returned it, and they teased and touched, smiling into each other, were that possible. Anson didn’t want to get weird, but he thought it might be too late to avoid emotional entanglement. He’d never been one to mix business and pleasure, or even deeper feelings and pleasure. But with Riley, the cathartic sex had lowered his defenses against her. The only woman who’d ever made him feel so lost and found in the same breath, and he had her in his arms. Against his pounding heart.

  “Hell of thing, the way you get to me.” He groaned and hugged her tight, loving the feel of her curves against him. “I love the way you look and taste.” He took a good hard whiff of her. “The way you smell, like sex and sweets. Sinful, maybe even bad for me. But I can’t help myself with you.”

  She chuckled. “Back at ya, studly.”

  He pulled his head back and stared up at her smiling face. How she could look like an angel after the dirty things they’d done, he’d never know. But Riley always had that air of innocence mixed with the devious genius he couldn’t help but respect.

  “You are so sexy,” she said, as if complaining.

  So he answered as only he could. “I know.”

  Her smile turned into a scowl and she tugged his chest hair.

  “Ow. Kidding. Easy there, Hewitt. Remember, you need all my parts in working order if I’m going to prove my worth,” he cautioned when one of her thighs slid between his legs.

  “That’s for sure.” She reached between them and pinched his nipples.

  Heat shot through him at the contact.

  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

  She leaned down to close her lips around first one nipple, then the other, and his sexual exhaustion fled, recharged by a boost of vitamin Riley.

  “Shit. Yeah, that’s it.” He held her head to him, his cock hardening once more.

  “You’re a big man, Anson. So thick and long inside me.”

  She could do dirty talk like nobody’s business. “You want my cock? Want it in you again?”

  “My pussy’s empty.”

  “It is, isn’t it, baby?” He ground against her and caught his breath when she caught his cock in her small but firm hand. “Prime the pump and I’ll give you a treat,” he said on a gasp.

  She laughed. “That was bad.”

  “Maybe, but at least I’m sober enough to know I’m winning.” Being playful like this with her was a reward in itself.

  “Is that right?” She slid over him, deliberately easing her pussy over his stiff arousal. “So you knew I was buzzed and took advantage of me anyway?”

  He sucked in a breath then groaned when she took him inside her and scooted up to straddle him. The position put him inside her balls-deep, and her wicked warmth drugged him into easy obeisance.

  “Isn’t that right, Anson?”

  He gripped her hips when she started to move. Up and down, taking him in slow, sure strokes. “Sure, sweet. You’re exactly right.” He couldn’t look away from her riding him, her lithe body and glorious breasts making it impossible to so much as blink.

  He reached up to cup her breasts. “I love your tits. So full. Perfect in my hands.”

  “That’s right, baby,” she teased, sounding throaty and wonderful as her body clenched him tight.

  “Fuck, Riley. You’re so good.” He stared at her pussy swallowing him up while he teased and molded her breasts. It was like witnessing his own personal fantasy come to life. Especially because she watched him watching her, her lips parted, her eyes a rich dark brown.

  The expression on her face awed and baffled him. Could she possibly feel that? A love to rival the blossoming joy and confusion growing in him?

  “I want you to come inside me,” she rasped. “Fill me up.” She fucked him, sliding up and down until he wanted to howl like a damn dog. “Now, Anson. Fill me now.” She jerked her hips over him and reached a hand down to play with herself.

  Watching her touch her clit set him off, and he pounded up into her and seized in a climax so strong he couldn’t think past the pleasure consuming him. The orgasm seemed to last forever, especially when she tightened around him and cried out.

  He remained inside her, spent, joined, and in the worst possible position he could think to be in. He’d fallen in love with the autocrat. The witchy siren who tasted sweet yet could set his temper flaring with a sarcastic comment or quick-witted putdown. Yet even her sarcasm warmed him, because she often won their verbal jests.

  Here was a woman who understood him, who could meet him more than halfway. Smart, sexy and successful. A triple threat.

  She shifted, and he shivered as a rush of seed made a mess between them. One only slightly less comfortable than the emotional jumble sure to drown him in fear that he’d
lost any ability he might have had to remain distant.

  “Oh, wow. You really left a lot inside me.”

  He groaned as she laughed then eased off him. “Should I apologize?”

  “For going down on me? For making me lose my mind—multiple times? Hell no.”

  He wished she’d stop being so reasonable and Riley-like. If she’d grow overemotional like Maya or prim and proper like Ann, he could forget about her. Push her to the back of his mind and disregard the to-die-for sex. But Riley turned him on with more than her body. She aroused him with that nimble mind as well.

  “What’s with all the sighing? Did I wear you out, sweetcheeks?” she taunted.

  He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his elbow. But the verbal blow he’d intended to lob back got lost in a yawn.

  Riley laughed, and he fought and lost his struggle against a smile. “You are such a pain in my ass, you know that?”

  “I could be, if you wanted.”

  “Huh?”

  “I know some guys are into ass-play. You never struck me as the super kinky type, but—”

  “Just stop. Please.”

  She gaped at him. “Oh my God. You’re blushing! I made Anson Black the Great blush!”

  He lost himself in her happiness and groaned. “Yeah, total pain in my ass. What the hell am I going to do with you?” Keep me, whispered in his mind—the same words she’d uttered the last time he’d asked her that question before she’d fallen asleep in his arms.

  Saturday night, at his house, Riley showed him how not to lose gracefully at the poker party he and Dex had thrown.

  Her gaze narrowed on him in displeasure. “I cannot believe you lied like that.”

  Maya rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Riley. Get a grip. It’s called bluffing, and it’s part of the game.”

  She glared at her friend while Anson did his best not to sigh like a lovesick fool. She was so cute when she used that particular mad face.

  Dex nudged him in the side. “You’re doing it again,” he murmured.

  Anson quickly looked back down at his cards and ignored Jack and Ann laughing at him. Ann had been making faces at him and Riley all evening, while Jack continued to whisper in her ear. Then the two of them would look at him and smile, showing too many teeth.