It was the moment. I simply couldn’t help myself.
In that instant I get what they are talking about. Every cell in my body is screaming at me not to take the poisoned chalice, but as if she has cast a spell on me, I stand up, walk around the desk like a zombie, and hold out my hand.
She wants dirty sex.
I know all about that.
Sure I’ll give her a night so dirty her toes will curl. I’ll make it so unforgettable in years to come while her husband’s half-flaccid dick labors inside her she will close her eyes and remember my cock thrusting inside her.
A glimmer of a smile appears on her lips. She puts her hand in mine, I tug at it, and she allows herself to tumble against my body. Her body is softly curving and immediately molds itself into the hardness of mine. Her perfume rises up and fills my nostrils. I breathe it in. It’s been a long time, in fact, I can’t remember the last time a woman could disarm me in this way. But she only wants dirty sex with you. She is yours only tonight.
‘Are you wet?’ I whisper harshly.
She shakes her head, her eyes huge.
My eyebrows rise. ‘You sure about that?’
‘Yes,’ she says defiantly.
Without warning I grab her round ass and stick my other hand under her chase dress. She struggles, but I tighten my hold, making her efforts puny and useless. Her eyes flash as my hand touches her bare pussy. My, My, she didn’t even wear panties! I plunge two fingers into her cunt. She gasps and goes rigid.
‘Then …’ I extract my fingers from inside her. ‘What the fuck is this?’ I ask softly as I wipe my fingers on her downy cheek.
Her amazing eyes flash.
I bend my head and lick her cheek where I smeared her slick juices. She tastes like musky honey. Unforgettable. I already know I’ll miss her taste when she leaves in the early morning hours. Deeply inhaling the scent of her I force my tongue into her mouth. At first she doesn’t do anything, and then she starts to suck it. Fuck it, this woman drives me crazy. I withdraw my tongue and look at her. My cock is straining against the zipper of my jeans.
‘You’re never going to have another night like this so no more coy games and no more lies tonight, understood?’
She nods silently.
‘Are you wet?’
‘Yes.’
‘How wet?’
‘Dripping,’ she says hoarsely.
I smile faintly. ‘Will you do anything I ask tonight?’
‘Yes. Anything.’
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Dedication
To all my readers who like it hot and steamy!
‘A secret’s worth depends on the people from it must be kept.’
—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
Chapter 1
Ivan de Greystoke
The Dirty Aristocrat club, London
‘Lord Greystoke? You wouldn’t be related to Tarzan, would you? You sure look a lot like him,’ she said with a brainless little giggle.
‘I could be, if you’re into that sort of thing,’ I drawled lazily.
‘I am,’ she said eagerly, her hands greedily skimming the muscles of my upper-arms.