Billionaire Menage(8)

He began to rotate his hips, and Clare's small feet curled around the back of his thighs, to use as leverage to raise her hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. Then the dance of love began in earnest. He'd never felt anything as miraculous as Clare's sex accepting each of the plunges of his cock with tight heat. Each draw against his shaft built pleasure that surged higher and higher. It clenched his buttocks and tightened the muscles in his body to sweaty tautness.

He felt Clare reaching with him as she arched up to meet each of his rapid prods. She clutched him, moaning higher notes, and he heard it in her careens of pleasure. She was rushing toward the pinnacle with him, and just looking down on her passion-ravaged face tossing her head back and forth, he nearly ejaculated.

He grunted and squeezed to hold it back for his woman. She had to come with him! He rotated his hips, thrusting deep, and this new motion brought a cry of pleasure from Clare's panting mouth. He followed the sounds. Turning his hips, and then he felt her entire body clench as she arched backward. Yes! It was then Clare climaxed on a heady scream, contracting the walls of her vagina around him and bringing him home.

"Oh, God! I love you," Alex belly-groaned as his seed pumped deeply inside Clare and he fell forward, catching his weight on his elbows. Clare panted beneath him and he squirmed a hand around to gently brush the damp hair away from her face. Her dark eyes melted into his as they looked at each other, while calming their heavy breathing. He was transcended and he knew that he was changed for life.

But moments, later guilt attacked him that he hadn't waited for Nick. That they hadn't waited. He looked away from Clare, not wanting her to see, and he muttered, "Be right back."

Clare sighed watching Alex go to the bathroom. She took several more deep breaths.

"Wow," she whispered, then she rolled off the bed and grabbed her purse, while her dress fell into place. Quickly, she stopped in Alex's hall bathroom to clean up, before she hurried out of his loft.

She texted him, before she got in the taxi. "I'll be back. Love you." Then she turned off her phone because she couldn't be distracted by him. She had another man to catch.





Chapter Seven





"What did you say?" Nick demanded, as he bent over her, planting two big fists on either side of her head, against the back of the lounge in his office. She'd locked the door on the way in.

Immediately, Clare lifted her hands pushing hard on Nick's chest, which only served to rock him. "Go away! I said nothing-nothing!" she cried.

"Oh no," Nick growled and he took the back of her head in his big hands, pulling her upward to him, until she was clutching his shoulders for balance. "I heard you tell Penny you had Alex and now you're coming after me," he uttered. "And you are going to say it again."

Clare moaned as Nick's mouth clamped down hard over her lips in a rough and passionate kiss. He bruised her lips over and over again with demanding ardor. Devouring her mouth as no man had ever done before ... Until she was whimpering passionately. Then he broke his lips away from hers, and he rasped, "Did you fuck him, Clare?"

"Yes," she panted, unable to find any more breath or words as Nick turned her and he began pushing her down onto the lounge.

"Then give me your tongue, it's my turn, baby," he ordered in a rough voice.

"Nick," she gasped. Yet then he had her tongue tangled with his and further words were impossible as he laid her completely down on the lounge with his body covering her.

Nick dug his hands beneath Clare's dress and found that she wore nothing underneath, but hot, naked skin. "Take the dress off. I want you naked," he growled in a tight voice, trying to hold his passion at bay as his long fingers gripped her bare hips.

The dark color of Clare's eyes sparked with embers, then turned deeper as she fumbled with the buttons on her dress. He watched her intensely as he stroked her naked hips in his hands. "Pull it open," he commanded, when she came to the last button.

Nick sucked in a tight breath. He'd thought that she would be wearing a bra. He was blind-sided, jolted by the sight of Clare's naked breasts with the tips rucked tightly into fat rosy beads. "Where is your bra?" he snapped, digging his fingers into her fleshy hips.

"It was, Alex!" Clare exclaimed, obviously startled at his roughness.

"Alex," Nick uttered, and he knew his irises glittered with heated emotion. "I want you naked," he ordered again, and then he flicked his tongue outward to lick the swollen bulb of Clare's aroused nipple. She whimpered abruptly in reaction as the tautened berry of her nipple heated against his tongue.

"Now." Nick rose quickly, pulling Clare upright with him. In seconds he had her dress pulled down off her shoulders, off her arms, hands, and pushed to the curve of her flared hips. "Stand," he commanded, not waiting to see if she would obey as he lifted her bare waist in his hands to stand her on her feet before him. "Now take it off for me, baby," he ordered in a tenor murmur, lifting his hands from her waist. "Slowly," he drawled.