Sex for Beginners Box Set(77)

He pulled back and tore open the condom package, then rolled the condom on. Violet scooted to the edge of the counter and looped her arms around his neck. He kissed her hard and braced his hands on her waist. When he pushed the head of his cock inside her, she sucked in a sharp breath. She could tell from his disjointed breathing that he was restraining himself. Inch by inch he filled her until he was fully sheathed.

“Ahh…you’re so wet,” he rasped, then found a long, slow rhythm, moving in and out of her with powerful, deep strokes. Violet had never felt a sensation so intense….

…until he used his thumb to strum the core of her desire. The concentrated pleasure began coaxing the orgasm she’d nursed all afternoon to the surface, and loosened her tongue. She sighed into Dominick’s neck and murmured naughty, sexy things about how good he felt filling her up, and how he was going to make her come if he kept it up. The words came unbidden and shocked her, giving her a glimpse of another Violet, a sexually confident version of herself that no man had ever been able to draw to the surface.

Dominick groaned and worked her clit, urging her on. The warm vibration deep inside of her swirled tighter and tighter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed as his ministrations took her over the edge in a cascade of fireworks. The climax was so forceful, she called out his name as her body quaked with spasms. “Dominick…oh, yes…Dominick…Dominick.”

From his ragged breathing, she knew that he, too, was close to orgasm. He cupped her hips, driving in and out of her, then tensed and came in a long, guttural release. “Vee…Vee…ahh.” His body shuddered over and over until finally he stilled inside her.

Holding his head against her breasts, Violet felt utterly sated as her breathing returned to normal. But deep inside, some small part of her knew that this was just a one-time thing. Dominick had lots of women, all of them more exciting than her. And since she’d had a crush on him for so long, having sex again probably wasn’t a sound idea. The last thing she wanted to do was fall in love with Dominick Burns and get her heart broken for Christmas.

A noise intruded into the silence. The sound of scratching and whining came from her bedroom door. Winslow had probably heard them and was no doubt bored. Violet prodded Dominick with her finger.

“Hmm?” he asked, raising his head.

“I think Winslow needs me.”

He made an irritated noise and pulled away from her. “Okay. But we need to talk about this.”

“Nothing to talk about,” she said, effecting a breezy tone. She slid down from the counter and began gathering her clothes. She had to put some space between them, to be alone to absorb the enormity of what had just happened—namely, sex more earth-shattering than even Dr. Alexander had made seem possible in her lectures.

Violet’s legs were unstable, but she forced herself to straighten and look at him. “Thank you—it was very nice. But I hope it doesn’t change our working relationship.”

* * *

DOMINICK BLINKED. He prided himself on pleasing his lovers, but he’d never been thanked. And Violet’s prim delivery erased any smugness he might’ve otherwise felt.

It was very nice—what the hell did that mean? He wasn’t in the habit of keeping score, but he could say, without reservation, that making it with Violet ranked at the top of his sexual experiences.

Maybe things had unfolded more quickly than he’d intended, but that was only because he’d thought he was going to die if he didn’t bury himself inside her. He’d been planning to take his time on the second go-around. His cock was already hard for her again. How could it not be with her standing there nude like some kind of goddess, with her red-gold hair spilling over her shoulders? The woman’s amazing breasts alone were enough to keep him entertained for months.

He shook his head, confounded at her reaction. “Uh, no, this won’t affect our working relationship.”

“Good,” she said.

He scrambled for something to put them back on neutral ground. “Let’s get cleaned up and go out for dinner.”

“I don’t think so.” Violet pulled on her clothes, putting that mind-blowing body back under wraps. “I have some phone calls to return and I’m really tired. I think I’ll just get room service and maybe take Winslow for a walk.” She looked up at him. “What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”

His mind swirled in surprise, and he gave a little laugh at the fact that they were talking about business while he was standing there stark naked. Apparently, she was underwhelmed. “I guess we should meet for breakfast at the café, and make plans for the day then.”

“What time?”

He held up his hands, at a loss. “How about nine?”

“Okay.” She gathered up her incredible hair and captured it into its perennial ponytail with the rubber band he’d removed. Then she gave him a perfectly cheerful smile. “Have a good evening.”

He half expected her to add “Mr. Burns,” but she didn’t. Instead, she turned and disappeared into her room. From the noises coming from the other side of the door, that ridiculous excuse for a dog was pretty damn happy to see her.

Dominick bit back a curse and picked up his clothes as he made his way back to his own room with its big, lonely bed. He showered slowly, his mind reeling over what they’d just done. His body was still burning for Violet. He wanted to explore every creamy inch of her, wanted to taste her abundance of musky nectar that had made sliding into her body such exquisite torture. And who could’ve guessed that the sweet girl who wanted world peace for Christmas could talk like a courtesan in the throes of passion? It was as if she’d become a different woman in his arms. When he started to get another hard-on, he turned the water to cold and stood under it, feeling like a schoolboy.

His bad mood persisted as he dressed for dinner. As he unpacked his suitcase, he came across the letter that Violet had written. He unfolded the pink pages and reread the words, feeling contrite when he got to the part about the guys being done before she could get her shirt off. What Violet probably didn’t realize was that the young men were so hot for her smoking body, they couldn’t hold back.

Dominick frowned—like him.

Feeling decidedly crabby, he stashed the letter and left the room, casting a longing glance at Violet’s closed bedroom door on his way out. He found a lively place on the beach to eat that was crammed full of tanned, gorgeous, half-naked women dancing and laughing, drinking and flirting. Many of them came up to him at the bar and ground their bodies against his, letting other men lick salt off their cleavage while doing tequila shots.

These women, he thought crossly, knew how to have fun.

So why did his mind keep creeping back to the pale, freckled woman who lived in turtlenecks and preferred a quiet night alone to a night out with him?

Dominick downed the rest of his vodka tonic and signaled the bartender for another. As his ire rose, so did his lust for Violet. It was maddening to think that she’d been right under his nose for a year, smoldering…

He pursed his mouth. So sex on a counter in a hotel room after bungee jumping off a bridge wasn’t enough to satisfy the little minx who fantasized about exciting sex?

There was only one solution, he thought as he picked up his refilled glass and drank deeply.

Tomorrow, he’d simply have to up his game.





11




Three days until Christmas

VIOLET WAS A nervous wreck as she made her way to the beachside café where she and Dominick had agreed to meet for breakfast. She’d barely slept last night, replaying every erotic detail in her head until the scene was burned into her memory. She’d heard him return around two in the morning and, judging from the amount of noise he’d made getting to his bedroom, he’d been lit up like a Christmas tree. Since he’d still been sporting a hard-on when she’d last seen him, she assumed he’d gone out to find someone with whom to party and to…wrap up the evening. Apparently she hadn’t been woman enough to satisfy him completely.

His bedroom door had been closed when she’d left early this morning to take a walk on the beach, was still closed when she returned, and was still closed when she’d left again. She and Winslow had taken the long way around to the café specifically so that she wouldn’t run into Dominick before she was ready to face him.

Between suppressing yawns, she rehearsed a casual smile for the moment she saw him. She couldn’t let him know how much last night had meant to her. He would think she was beyond pitiful.

Winslow trotted next to her enthusiastically, having spent a restful night curled up to her in bed. The little dog snored like a Saint Bernard, but she couldn’t blame her sleeplessness on him entirely. She’d been wide awake, wallowing in self-recrimination. Over the past year, Dominick had evolved into her best customer. And despite what he’d said about sex not changing their working relationship, she didn’t see how it couldn’t. Once you’d seen a person naked, things changed. Yet she was nothing if not practical. At this point, all she could do to mitigate the situation was to employ damage control and get back to business.

She was wearing another black pantsuit and her loafers, but in deference to the heat, had donned one of Lillian’s sleeveless colorful blouses. As she approached the café, she spotted Dominick sitting at the table where they’d had lunch yesterday. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. He wore sunglasses and was slumped in the chair, massaging his temples. Her body reacted predictably, shamelessly loosening and expanding. She slowed, her chest prickling with anxiety. But Winslow saw him and pulled against his leash, barking furiously.