Pierce
Artemis was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Hands down. No comparison.
Eyes the color of the Pacific, hair the color of honey. A body that was more incredible than I could have ever dreamed of—hips and ass and breasts and—
Her fingers went to her shirt, slowly tugging at the length of silk that was wrapped around her throat. The pale pink made a quiet swooshing sound as the silk slid free, and my cock twitched. I’d been dreaming about doing that the entire lunch, pulling the fabric to the side, exposing the skin underneath. I’d bet she would taste like sunshine. Or maybe sweet like honey. Or spicy like the fire she’d dished out over pasta.
When her fingers went to the top button on her blouse, I stepped close and halted her movements, taking her hands into mine. I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I also wasn’t the kind of guy to take advantage.
Gently, I brought her hands to my chest, opened my mouth—
She slipped free of my grip, rose on tiptoe, and laid a finger across my lips. “Save the noble speech for some other girl,” she said. “I wouldn’t have brought you back to my house if I wasn’t sure. But I should ask you if you’re sure you want to do this.” She tapped my lips lightly. “It doesn’t matter how many orgasms you give me, I’m still not going to help you make that movie.”
I smiled. I liked this woman. We’d known each other for all of an hour, and I already felt as though I’d known her my whole life.
Especially when she added, “I wouldn’t want to use my very powerful position and—”
I nipped her fingers, and she jerked her hand back. “That was a very naughty thing to do young Pierce—”
One movement and I’d tugged her against me. “Is that what this is?”
“What is?” she asked, burying her nose in my throat.
“You have some cougar fantasy?” I teased. “Not that I’m opposed. For an old chick, you’re hot—”
She gasped, outrage invading her expression.
Which gave me the perfect opportunity to drop my mouth to hers, to slip my tongue past her lips, and tease—
She bit me.
“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling back.
“I’m hot for an old chick?”
My smile escaped, even though I tried to keep it in. “Yup. That exactly.”
Her palm slid down my chest, nails digging in, moving lower. I’d appreciated the bright red nails over lunch, watching the flash of crimson appear as she ate, but I didn’t think I was going to enjoy those cherry tips repeating the action beneath my pants, so I caught her hands, pinned them in one of mine. “You know I’m teasing.”
“Old chick?” she asked again.
“I’m. Teasing.”
“Out.” She pointed to the front door.
Oh shit. I’d seriously fucked up. My heart sank as I scrambled to come up with a way to salvage this situation. If I didn’t, I might end up with permanent blue balls. “Artemis—”
Her eyes narrowed. “Artie.”
“Artie,” I repeated hurriedly. “I didn’t mean—” I froze, head cocking to the side. Had her lips just twitched? Fucking hell, they had. The little stink. Deciding to give it just as good as she was, I reached up and tied the strip of silk back around her neck. “I’ll just go then,” I said, hanging my head.
Her eyes widened. “I—”
Nope. Two could play these games.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” I shook my head, dropping my gaze to my feet so she wouldn’t see me fighting a smile. “It was totally—”
“Oh my God.” She stomped one heel-clad foot. “You’re totally fucking with me.”
My eyes darted up, clashing with the bright blue of hers. “Yes.” A beat. “I’d rather be fucking you, though.” I slid my arm around her waist, fingers slipping just underneath the hem of her shirt. “If that’s something you’re still interested in.”
“The fucking me? Or the fucking with each other?”
I nipped her throat. “The first.”
“Interested,” she murmured. “But this can only be for one night.”
I paused, not sure I’d be willing to settle for just a single night with the most interesting woman I’d ever met.
She pulled back, glanced up into my eyes. “Deal?”
“Deal.” I’d worry about the one-time thing later.
A smile curved my lips as I reached for the top button on her blouse, flicking it open to reveal a tempting triangle of pale flesh. Dropping my head, I pressed a kiss there then dropped my fingers to the next, slipping it through the buttonhole. Another kiss to silken skin before moving through the rest, peeling the pale pink silk wide open to reveal a soft stomach and a nude bra.
Not lace, not particularly revealing.
Still containing the hottest set of tits I’d ever seen.
I fell to my knees, darted my tongue out to taste her belly button, letting it drift up to tease the sensitive skin just beneath her breasts. Which was the point she let her arms fall, the shirt dropping from her shoulders to tangle around her wrists.
Perfect.
I gripped those wrists, holding them captive then used my other hand to nudge up her bra and suck one pink nipple into my mouth. Sweet like honey. Spicy like pepper. The sunshine was absent, mostly because I had absolutely no clue as to what it actually tasted like.
Artie jerked when my lips hit that tight little bud, flexing against my grip before pushing herself closer. “More,” she groaned.
I preferred to give direction, but I could damn well take it in this situation.
Releasing her arms and yanking the shirt off, I continued working that sensitive nub, pulling on it deeply, using my tongue and teeth, learning what she preferred, what made her cry out, what made her squirm against me.
“Enough,” she said, trying to pull back, but I simply swept her up into my arms, walking down the hall as I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
As far as first kisses went, it was out of order, tasting her mouth after her breasts, but damn if I was going to regret having her nipples on my tongue. Still, I’d been intending on finding a horizontal surface as quickly as possible, but her lips meeting mine, her tongue and teeth meeting me stroke for stroke and nip for nip, froze me in place.
Or rather, it had me twisting and pinning her against the wall, shoving myself between her legs as she spread them wide, grinding my cock against her center.
She yanked at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
Distantly, I heard a few plinks as the round plastic circles hit the hardwood floor, but I couldn’t summon the energy to care that Artie had probably just ruined the one nice shirt I owned. Yes, I’d directed a few films, two of which were considered box office successes, but the pay from them had been shit.
Though, I’d recently been offered a few new jobs with good paychecks.
The money just hadn’t hit my account as of yet.
But Artie didn’t care about my one good shirt or my paycheck, she was scrabbling at the material covering my chest, and the sexy mewling noises she was making in the back of her throat had my cock twitching.
Control.
But also . . . I needed to be inside her.
Eventually, I used my hips to pin her firmly against the wall so I could tear off my shirt and toss it to the floor.
“Fucking finally,” she murmured, running her hands over the planes of my chest, almost reverently. At least until she slightly dug her nails in, making heat burst out from my chest, arrowing straight to my groin and making my head spin. “Mouth. Now.”
She didn’t say where, and I had my own plans.
I took her lips in a kiss that had us both groaning and arching against each other, her legs convulsing, her hips tilting and gyrating. I ground against her, eventually breaking for air, but using the opportunity to kiss my way along her jaw, down her throat, nipping at her collarbones. Gently, I lowered her legs to the ground, making sure she was steady on her heels before kneeling and reaching for the button on her slacks.
Her hands stopped mine.
“No?” I asked.
“Hell, yes,” she murmured. “But these heels aren’t exactly for standing. Help me take them off?”
I was torn between asking why the hell she was wearing shoes that weren’t adequate for standing and shrugging off the intricacies of the feminine mind so I could get my mouth on her pussy.
I took option two, lifting one foot then the other and tugging off her shoes.
This time when I returned to the button on her slacks, she didn’t stop me, just arched her back slightly and shimmied her hips so the material fell to the floor.
My mouth went dry.
Lace. It didn’t match the bra, but the turquoise was skimpy and see-through, and the glimpse I got of her pussy through the flimsy fabric was enough to have white edging my vision.
I had to get my tongue in there.
One swift movement had the underwear at her ankles, another and it went sailing in the direction of her heels.
Artie didn’t shy, didn’t hesitate. She just spread her thighs and gave me pink, glistening folds.
White haze turned red, and I dove at her.