The VIP Doubles Down
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She turned to him with a glass in each hand, her red hair rioting wildly over her shoulders.
“You look like a maenad, ready to tempt a man to madness with drink,” he said.
“Didn’t they rip men apart?”
“Only when provoked.” He filled both glasses.
“I can think of a few times when I was pretty close to being that provoked.” She lifted her glass with a wry twist of her lips. “To self-control.”
“To divine madness.” He touched his glass to hers.
He watched her take a sip and swallow hard, her eyes watering. She wasn’t a scotch drinker. Jealousy nipped at him again.
“A patient gave me this, but it’s not really my favorite.” Her voice had a husky edge from the alcohol.
All right, but the bottle was a quarter empty, so whom had she drunk the scotch with before? He tasted the amber liquor. “Your patient knew his single malts.”
She smiled, her eyes glinting in the overhead light.
“Let’s take our scotch back to the bedroom,” he said. “I have an urge to lap it out of your navel.”
Allie woke up naked and alone, disappointment deflating her as she realized that Gavin was gone. What had she expected? He was a billionaire author, and she was his physical therapist. Former physical therapist. In the cold light of morning, he had undoubtedly bolted before things got awkward.
The smell of bread toasting and the sizzle of something on the stove top revised her imagined scenario in a way that had her scrambling out of bed. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer until she found the sea foam silk nightgown Troy had given her on their anniversary. It slithered down over her bare skin like a caress. As she walked toward the kitchen, the slit on the side flared open to show her bare leg. Problem was it had spaghetti straps, and the apartment was chilly in the morning, so she had goose bumps as well as visible nipples. Not that Gavin would mind the latter.
“Good morning.” She smiled as she walked into the tiny kitchen, which seemed entirely filled by Gavin, wearing nothing but trousers so his sculpted torso was a visual feast.
He glanced up from whatever he was stirring in the skillet, and his eyes went hot as his gaze skimmed down to her ankles. “I was planning breakfast in bed.”
She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her cheek rest against his bare back, his abs contracting under her touch. She loved the way the silk felt between her breasts and his skin.
She heard the click of a burner being turned off.
“Maybe we’ll have brunch instead,” he said, turning within her arms to run his hands down her back. He cupped her bottom, rubbing the slick silk against her with his palms, before lowering his head for a long kiss.
She could feel him harden, and she twined her fingers into his hair, wanting him even closer. His mouth tasted like coffee—heady, dark, and rich. Their bodies slipped against each other thanks to the slick silk of her gown. She felt moisture begin to pool low in her body.
He gathered the back skirt of her gown up in his hands until he found her bare skin. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said, taking a step away from the stove and lifting her as he spoke. “There’s not enough room in here.”
She gave a little jump and landed on his hips. The front of her gown bunched between her legs, the fabric rubbing against her as he walked to the couch, his hands on her bare buttocks. He swiveled and sat on the edge of the cushion, letting her weight settle on his thighs.
His erection pressed right on her clit, and she moaned as the friction sent a surge of arousal through her.
He reached behind his back to unhook her ankles before he locked his hands around her waist and lifted her into a kneeling position. She seized his shoulders as he brought his mouth to her breast, sucking on it through the silk. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles and pressed into the heat and motion of his touch. Every draw of his lips hurled a shock of energy from her breast to the V between her thighs. “Gavin, yes!” She felt her hips rock in time to the suction.
Then his hand was between her legs, his fingers sliding into her. He pulled his head away to blow on the damp silk. “You are wet everywhere,” he rumbled before he moved to her other breast.
His fingers worked inside her, matching the rhythm of his mouth. She became a mass of pure sensation, hanging on to his shoulders as her only anchor. The tension inside her wound tighter and tighter until she shook with the desire to climax.
And then his mouth and his hand were gone. She opened her eyes to find him digging in his back pocket. He came up with a condom, ripped open his fly, and rolled it on before she could move.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he said, guiding the tip of his cock just barely inside her. He put his hands back on her waist and held her gaze. “Now.” He pulled her down as he pushed up, so he entered her in one swift thrust.
Her orgasm ripped through her, making her grab his wrists and bow back, shouting his name to the ceiling. He rocked his hips slightly to push against her clit to ignite another wave of release. Her internal muscles clenched and throbbed around the hard length of him, squeezing so tight that she thought it must hurt him. He groaned but said, “I want to stay inside you forever.”
As the convulsion of her muscles eased, he began to move, his grip firm on her waist to position her the way he wanted. She shifted her hands back to his shoulders so she could ride with him, the ripples of her orgasm still echoing through her as he drove in and out, his rhythm building. He wrenched his hips up off the couch as he seated himself deep before he came with a roar. She felt the pulse of his climax and basked in the satisfaction of knowing she had done that.
“Oh dear God, Allie!” He brought both of them down to the cushion again. She tilted forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. His breath whistled past her ear in gasps as they eased down from the intensity of their climaxes. The grip of his fingers on her waist loosened, and he stroked her hip bones with his thumbs.
“I want you to stay inside me forever,” she echoed. Her body felt saturated with pleasure.
He groaned out a half laugh. “Even Julian couldn’t manage that.”
“Julian can do anything.”
“I need to move you off my lap.” He started to shift her to the side.
“No-o-o,” she complained. “You’re all that’s keeping me from collapsing in a heap. Everything inside me has melted.”
“You look like a maenad, ready to tempt a man to madness with drink,” he said.
“Didn’t they rip men apart?”
“Only when provoked.” He filled both glasses.
“I can think of a few times when I was pretty close to being that provoked.” She lifted her glass with a wry twist of her lips. “To self-control.”
“To divine madness.” He touched his glass to hers.
He watched her take a sip and swallow hard, her eyes watering. She wasn’t a scotch drinker. Jealousy nipped at him again.
“A patient gave me this, but it’s not really my favorite.” Her voice had a husky edge from the alcohol.
All right, but the bottle was a quarter empty, so whom had she drunk the scotch with before? He tasted the amber liquor. “Your patient knew his single malts.”
She smiled, her eyes glinting in the overhead light.
“Let’s take our scotch back to the bedroom,” he said. “I have an urge to lap it out of your navel.”
Allie woke up naked and alone, disappointment deflating her as she realized that Gavin was gone. What had she expected? He was a billionaire author, and she was his physical therapist. Former physical therapist. In the cold light of morning, he had undoubtedly bolted before things got awkward.
The smell of bread toasting and the sizzle of something on the stove top revised her imagined scenario in a way that had her scrambling out of bed. She rummaged through her lingerie drawer until she found the sea foam silk nightgown Troy had given her on their anniversary. It slithered down over her bare skin like a caress. As she walked toward the kitchen, the slit on the side flared open to show her bare leg. Problem was it had spaghetti straps, and the apartment was chilly in the morning, so she had goose bumps as well as visible nipples. Not that Gavin would mind the latter.
“Good morning.” She smiled as she walked into the tiny kitchen, which seemed entirely filled by Gavin, wearing nothing but trousers so his sculpted torso was a visual feast.
He glanced up from whatever he was stirring in the skillet, and his eyes went hot as his gaze skimmed down to her ankles. “I was planning breakfast in bed.”
She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her cheek rest against his bare back, his abs contracting under her touch. She loved the way the silk felt between her breasts and his skin.
She heard the click of a burner being turned off.
“Maybe we’ll have brunch instead,” he said, turning within her arms to run his hands down her back. He cupped her bottom, rubbing the slick silk against her with his palms, before lowering his head for a long kiss.
She could feel him harden, and she twined her fingers into his hair, wanting him even closer. His mouth tasted like coffee—heady, dark, and rich. Their bodies slipped against each other thanks to the slick silk of her gown. She felt moisture begin to pool low in her body.
He gathered the back skirt of her gown up in his hands until he found her bare skin. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said, taking a step away from the stove and lifting her as he spoke. “There’s not enough room in here.”
She gave a little jump and landed on his hips. The front of her gown bunched between her legs, the fabric rubbing against her as he walked to the couch, his hands on her bare buttocks. He swiveled and sat on the edge of the cushion, letting her weight settle on his thighs.
His erection pressed right on her clit, and she moaned as the friction sent a surge of arousal through her.
He reached behind his back to unhook her ankles before he locked his hands around her waist and lifted her into a kneeling position. She seized his shoulders as he brought his mouth to her breast, sucking on it through the silk. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles and pressed into the heat and motion of his touch. Every draw of his lips hurled a shock of energy from her breast to the V between her thighs. “Gavin, yes!” She felt her hips rock in time to the suction.
Then his hand was between her legs, his fingers sliding into her. He pulled his head away to blow on the damp silk. “You are wet everywhere,” he rumbled before he moved to her other breast.
His fingers worked inside her, matching the rhythm of his mouth. She became a mass of pure sensation, hanging on to his shoulders as her only anchor. The tension inside her wound tighter and tighter until she shook with the desire to climax.
And then his mouth and his hand were gone. She opened her eyes to find him digging in his back pocket. He came up with a condom, ripped open his fly, and rolled it on before she could move.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he said, guiding the tip of his cock just barely inside her. He put his hands back on her waist and held her gaze. “Now.” He pulled her down as he pushed up, so he entered her in one swift thrust.
Her orgasm ripped through her, making her grab his wrists and bow back, shouting his name to the ceiling. He rocked his hips slightly to push against her clit to ignite another wave of release. Her internal muscles clenched and throbbed around the hard length of him, squeezing so tight that she thought it must hurt him. He groaned but said, “I want to stay inside you forever.”
As the convulsion of her muscles eased, he began to move, his grip firm on her waist to position her the way he wanted. She shifted her hands back to his shoulders so she could ride with him, the ripples of her orgasm still echoing through her as he drove in and out, his rhythm building. He wrenched his hips up off the couch as he seated himself deep before he came with a roar. She felt the pulse of his climax and basked in the satisfaction of knowing she had done that.
“Oh dear God, Allie!” He brought both of them down to the cushion again. She tilted forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. His breath whistled past her ear in gasps as they eased down from the intensity of their climaxes. The grip of his fingers on her waist loosened, and he stroked her hip bones with his thumbs.
“I want you to stay inside me forever,” she echoed. Her body felt saturated with pleasure.
He groaned out a half laugh. “Even Julian couldn’t manage that.”
“Julian can do anything.”
“I need to move you off my lap.” He started to shift her to the side.
“No-o-o,” she complained. “You’re all that’s keeping me from collapsing in a heap. Everything inside me has melted.”
