Recipe for Satisfacton(26)

“Like what you see?”

My God, yes.

Sterling tightened her fists and lowered her eyes. She needed a minute. Just one minute to collect her thoughts without the sight of this sexy man clouding her sense of judgment. And then it hit her. He was only a man. Right here, right now, he wasn’t a celebrity or sex god or any other stereotype he’d been labeled with. He was just a man.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes and groaned. Nope. Nuh-uh. He wasn’t like any other man she’d ever seen before.

“Are you turned off by my tattoos?” Challenge flittered across his face, but only for a second.

“No! I…” Want to run my tongue along every line of those markings. “I like them. But that’s not what I meant when I said I’ve never been with a man like you before.”

He slipped a condom out of his wallet and placed it on one of the shelves. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was always prepared.

“I’ve never been with a man with…”

He undid the buckle of his belt.

She swallowed hard. “…tattoos, but I meant…”

The belt hung loose on both ends as he undid the top button of his jeans, then the plick, plick, plick of the rest of the buttons on his fly echoed within the closet. He revealed his black underwear. She stood stock-still. She wanted this man with an intensity she’d never felt before.

And it was the very reason she feared him.

“You don’t want me,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Her eyes roved the impressive male body. His erection pushed against the material of his boxer briefs, thick and long. There was no way it could be as impressive as the rest of him. He had to have some kind of flaw. His penis. It had to be his penis.

“You know…” His hand found her cheek and he cupped her jaw, his thumb rubbing lightly against her cheek. “I might just be exactly what you need to get yourself back in the game. It’s time we both started living and nothing makes you feel more alive than a good fuck.”

“You would be a good…” She lowered her gaze. What did she have to lose? Obviously, the man wanted her. She could tell by peeking at his boxers. She was fully aware of his motivations, so there was no possible way she could get hurt. No matter how good the “no-strings, no-commitment” sex would be with this man, she’d keep her distance.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” he coaxed.

He was breaking out the big guns. Using the fact that he was über-talented with his…equipment.

“I want to make love to you, slow and steady, memorize every inch of you.” He stepped as close as he could without pressing their bodies together. “Let go, Sterling. Let me in.”

Her head spun with his closeness and just like that all rational thought flew right out of the closet.

“I just want to see one thing.” She unconsciously held her breath as she slid her hands inside the elastic of his boxers and drew them down, exposing his length. She let out a heavy breath, partly out of relief, partly out of desire. It was just as she had suspected. His penis was exquisite. She hadn’t seen very many penises in her life and she doubted the number would grow exponentially after him, but none of them made her stomach tight with excitement. Not one of them made her long to touch, to taste.

Would it have been a deal breaker if his package hadn’t matched the rest of his perfect body? Good thing she didn’t have to make that decision. Because at this moment, the sincerity in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. This man would take her to the heights of pleasure, a place she’d always longed to go. And so help her, she was going to join him there.

For some reason, Boring Sterling vanished when Jack Vaughn was around. They would finish what they started. Maybe then, she’d be able to work alongside him and not wonder what it would be like to have her legs wrapped around him.

She licked her lips, dropping to her knees.

“Sterling…”

She’d never enjoyed giving blow jobs. It was always a chore. Always something that had to be done to please someone else. But if she took Jack’s hard length into her mouth she’d be pleasing herself.

And wasn’t that what her life was all about now?

…

Jack stared down at the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him. This wasn’t the position he intended when he’d propositioned her. Which was a no-brainer. Walking into the closet, seeing her trying on those shoes—the excitement in her eyes worked as an aphrodisiac. Employee or not, he wasn’t letting her get away this time.

Her hands massaged his thighs as she watched him intently, taking in every nuance of his manhood.