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As soon as she was out of his sight, Sarah picked up her pace. Nick wasn’t going to wait long. He was too hot for her and that made her nerves hum with anticipation and fear. This had to be a one night thing. She couldn’t be with him longer than that. Her heart was too involved already. He’d leave her as soon as he tired of her and he’d tire of her as soon as she needed him.
She headed to the large limo. A tall, handsome driver stepped out of the car.
“Is this Nick...” Damn, she still didn’t know his last name. Her face heated at the amused expression on the driver’s face.
“Yes, ma’am. This is Nick Macris’ limo.” He opened the door.
“Thank you.” She climbed into the car, her desire dimming.
Obviously, having a strange woman show up and hop in the car wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Nick. His driver hadn’t even questioned why she’d wanted to know. If she hadn’t been here tonight, it’d be some other woman going home with him. She opened the new bottle of Crown and poured herself a drink, reminding herself that none of that mattered. This was nothing more than a bonus night—one last chance for fabulous sex. She took a large gulp of the liquor and tried to push her irritation aside. He’d made no commitment to her—not that commitments mattered to men like him anyway. She’d been right not to send the letter to Ethan. She shouldn’t be going home with him. She definitely shouldn’t have had sex with him in the bathroom. God, he made her crazy and she didn’t need that. She was crazy enough on her own. This was a mistake. She should go.
The door flung open.
“Mike, take us to my place but go the long way,” said Nick as he almost jumped into the car.
Too late. Her hand tightened on the door handle as she squeezed her legs together. Part of her wanted to flee from this man but the other part wanted to submit to him and that’s what it would be—at least this time. His face looked carved from stone, his eyes black like a shark’s. They narrowed as they landed on her hand grasping the door handle.
He slid across the seat and grabbed her face, cupping it in his large palms. “I would’ve found you.” His lips landed on hers, devouring her mouth as he crushed her to him.
All thoughts of fleeing vanished as her body softened for him. This was what she’d dreamed of every night. This was what had made her ache every morning, empty and alone. She wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his thick, soft hair.
“I need you now.” He shoved her dress up and unzipped his pants as he pushed her down onto the seat.
“Yes.” She spread her legs and reached between them to guide his cock. “Condom.”
“I can’t wait.” He panted in her ear as he shoved her legs farther apart and pressed against her. “Please.”
“No.” She couldn’t risk it. “Condom.”
“Where’s your fucking purse?” His hands clenched her shoulder, hurting her a little.
“Here.” She reached above her head, causing her breasts to rub against his chest. She gasped and he moaned.
“You better hurry.” His dick was hot and heavy against her thigh.
She opened her purse, digging through it, items falling out. “Here.” She fumbled trying to open the condom.
“Give it to me.” He snatched it from her and tore it open with his teeth.
“Let me.” She needed to touch him.
“No.” The sound echoed through the limo.
She stilled. He’d never, ever yelled at her. She didn’t like it. She wasn’t going to be with a guy who spoke to her like that.
He took a deep, shaky breath and rested his forehead against hers. “If you touch me, I’ll come.”
“Oh.” She fought a smile. That was okay. She’d pushed this man—this rich, sexy man who could have any woman he wanted—to the edge of his control. Even more wetness pooled between her legs. He may not belong to her forever but he was hers tonight and she was going to use him to her satisfaction.
He exhaled through his teeth as he rolled the condom down his engorged cock. She skimmed her hands across his back, wishing he’d removed his jacket.
“Sarah?” He prodded at her opening.
He may be rough sometimes but he was a good guy. Even now, on the edge he wanted her permission. This would be her last moment of control and she was going to enjoy it. She nibbled her lip.
“Answer me.” He grabbed her chin, his grip rough.
She lifted her legs wrapping them around his waist and the tip of him slid into her.
“Sarah...” It was half-groan.
“Yes, Nick. Fuck me.” And then he was in charge.
He pushed into her—no finesse, no patience. She gasped at the intrusion. She was still a little sore from earlier and even though she was more than wet enough, this hurt.
“Nick, wait. Please.” Her nails dug into his back as he rocked his hips.
“Sarah.” He continued to thrust into her, but he slowed his pace and reached between them, caressing her pussy. “You feel so fucking good.” He buried his face in her neck.
Pleasure started to build. His fingers coaxing away the pain and igniting sparks of desire. Soon, his thrusting felt good, but she needed more. She rocked with him, following his lead and enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by him again.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.” He pumped into her harder and faster.
Her legs tightened around his waist, pushing against his ass, helping him go deeper. She needed him deeper. She needed to feel only him.
“Sarah!” He surged forward, filling her over and over.
“Nick...” She was close. He needed to wait but his body shook and he groaned against her neck as he collapsed onto of her.
She lay trembling under him—her body screaming for release. “Nick.” It was a plea. She needed him to help her finish.
“Sorry.” He rolled off her.
He thought he was too heavy. “No. Nick. Please. I didn’t...”
“You didn’t what?” He leaned up, looking at her.
He knew. It was in his eyes which were hard and brittle, not warm and soft like they used to be after they’d had sex.
“I didn’t come.” She touched his cheek. “Please.”
He grabbed her hand, moving it away from his face. “Does your boyfriend always satisfy you?”
“What?”
“What do you do when he doesn’t make you scream? Does he eat you out or use his fingers?” His grip tightened on her wrist.
“Stop. You’re hurting me.” She tugged on her hand and he let go. She started to sit up.
“Answer my question.” He leaned over her, ensuring she couldn’t move.
For one second she was afraid but that dissipated with her anger. He had no business asking her about her life. “What do you do for the women you don’t satisfy?”
“You’re the first.” His nostrils flared.
Perhaps she should be scared because he was more than pissed, but she wasn’t. This was Nick. He’d never physically hurt her. “Lucky me.” She shoved at his chest. “Now, get off me.”
He moved away, stuffing his dick back into his pants and zipping them up.
She sat up, pulling her dress down and scooting to the other side of the limo. “You can...” She’d started to tell him to take her home but she didn’t want him to know where she lived. She couldn’t have him walking in and out of her life until he tired of her.
“I can what? Go fuck myself? No thanks. I’ve been doing that for months.”
“You can take me back to the hotel.” She no longer wanted to be around him. She’d go home and shower, wash him away. This memory would go a long way in making their previous pleasurable ones disappear.
“When we’re done.” He poured himself a drink.
“We are done.” Completely and forever.
“Not even close.” He took a sip of his drink, watching her over his glass.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” His voice was getting softer, more deadly.
Her instincts told her to tread carefully, but her body and brain were a mess of nerves and emotions. “Take me back to the hotel.”
“No.” He finished his drink.
“You don’t seem to understand.” She leaned closer to him. “We’re done. I’m done. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want you.”
In a flash she was across the limo and half-lying on his lap.
“You made it perfectly clear that you don’t want me in your life, but your body wants mine.” His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding.
She tried to keep her lips closed but he squeezed her jaw and she opened for him. She fought it but he was right. She wanted him. Before she knew it, she was kissing him back and then she was completely on his lap, his dick hard again and pressing against her hip.