The Magnate's Manifesto(46)

“You’ll come with me inside of you this time,” he muttered. “And not before.”

Bailey tried to keep her head but there was no fighting the mind-numbing pleasure he gave her with the firm strokes of his hand. He urged her thighs wider and slid another finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her. It was so good she could have screamed with the pleasure of it. But he stopped before she could.

“There will be a bed this time.” He slid his palm to the small of her back and gave her a gentle push toward it. “Maybe not the next.”

She sat on the queen-size bed as he stripped off his clothes and revealed the incredible body she’d seen in swim trunks, but never in tight black boxers that emphasized how very well-endowed he was. Apparently the jokes had been true, she acknowledged with a hellishly dry mouth. Maybe she wasn’t so wise to choose him as her first….



If there was any way Jared could have gotten his clothes off faster, he would have. Bailey’s unabashedly intent look as he undressed, as if he was putting on a show for her pleasure, did something serious to his insides…left his composure hanging by a thread. And if he’d ever needed composure, now was the time. He’d never taken a virgin. Had no idea what made it a better experience for a woman. Add that to the fact that he’d never wanted anyone as much in his life as he wanted Bailey right now and there were all sorts of ways this could go.

Blocking his mind to anything but her, he moved to the bed and took in how outrageously, spectacularly beautiful she was clad only in a lace bra, curled up with those never-ending legs beneath her. But it was her face that held him. Utterly vulnerable, yet tough at the same time. It was a combination he found irresistible.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap. Turned her so her knees were on either side of him and they were face-to-face. “I have no idea how some man hasn’t persuaded you into bed with him before now, but at this moment, I’m glad of it.”

She blinked. “That’s quite an admission, Mr. Manifesto.”

His lips curved in a wry smile. “I think my rule book’s been gone for a while.”

He watched her process that. Lifted her hair away from her shoulder and took a mouthful of smooth, silky skin, scoring the surface of the elegant curve with his teeth. He was so hard, so hot for her it took all his willpower to go slow. But that was what she needed and that was what he was going to give her. Even if it killed him.

He slid his lips lower to the swell of her breasts above the lace. She moved her shoulders to help him as he slid the straps of her bra down and stripped it off. His hands moved over the weight of her silky, creamy flesh and cupped her breasts in his palms. She was so perfect, so exquisite, her shaky sigh as he brushed the pads of his thumbs over her rose-tipped nipples almost undid him.

“You ready for me?” he murmured against her mouth. “Because I need to have you now.”

The way she blindly sought his mouth, wound her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, was all the impetus he needed to turn and push her back on the bed. Her gaze was steady, trusting him completely as he ran his palm down her stomach and reclaimed the heat between her thighs.

“I need a condom,” he rasped, a last sane thought entering his head. “I’ll be right back.”

Her delicate fingers grasped his arm. “I’ve been on the Pill for years for cramps.”

That was all the incentive he needed to slide his fingers inside her again, his smooth, rhythmical movements increasing in tempo as he brought her to a feverish, desperate state that would make his possession better for her. When she was twisting, writhing under him and begging for more, he stripped off his boxers and moved between her thighs.

He captured her hands in his and pressed them back against the bed above her head so their fingers were entwined and their eyes locked. “I’m right here,” he murmured. “Every step of the way. Guide me.”

She nodded. Her gaze clung to his as he brought the hard length of himself against her and teased her with it, back and forth until she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan. “Jared—”

He eased inside her, just the tip to allow her to get used to his possession. She was tight, incredibly tight, and he shook with the control it took to stay there and not move. “Breathe,” he instructed huskily. Her chest rose as she did, depressed and rose as she took in another puff of air. And he felt her relax around him. He eased deeper, her flesh clenching him; accepting him and rejecting him all at the same time.

“Bailey—” he demanded roughly, “you okay?”

She nodded. “You feel…amazing.”