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BROCK NEARLY GUFFAWED in shock as Lily took his hand, tugging him toward the dance floor. He’d enjoyed getting the sexy blonde worked up even though she was not the type of chick he usually went for. She looked far too high maintenance and uptight. What kind of woman showed up in a pink prom dress for drinks at a bar? She’d certainly stood out against the throngs of women in tight jeans and skimpy black dresses. Lily looked like she’d stepped right off the pages of some snooty life and style section chronicling the rich and richer.
But he’d watched as she’d taken her hair out of that fancy twist and let it tumble down past her shoulders, and he was gone. Combine that with her flushed cheeks and pink lips? He could only imagine running his hands through her long locks, twisting his fingers through the strands, and watching her surprise as he ducked down and kissed her deeply. Or even better, tugged on those blonde strands a little as she knelt down in front of him and sucked him deep with those pouty lips of hers.
And hell. Did a prim and proper woman like that even know what it felt like to be with a man like him? A guy who loved to talk dirty, make a woman blush, and have her screaming in pleasure? Who didn’t make a woman come once but had her panting and begging all night long? She probably was used to making love on thousand thread count sheets in some fancy hotel. And only on special occasions.
Had a man ever made her scream out his name? Tied her hands to the bedpost and gone down on her until she whimpered and writhed and begged for release? Given her so many orgasms in a row that she nearly exploded from pure pleasure?
She’d flushed an arousing shade of pink when he’d talked about tasting her sweet pussy. Hell. He was already rock hard just imagining a night with her, and something about the way he so easily got her all riled up had male pride filling his chest. He hadn’t imagined how her breasts had swelled as he’d ducked closer and whispered naughty things in her ear. The little gasps of surprise coming from her mouth he could easily picture coming from her lips as he pleasured her.
And hell if his libido hadn’t fully roared to life after that.
His eyes dropped to her ass as she led him toward the crowded dance floor. Prancing around in those stiletto heels made her hips sway with each and every step. The dress neatly skimmed over her curves, but he was practically salivating at wondering what she looked like beneath. At imagining the round globes of her cheeks. The curves where her buttocks met her upper thighs. Would she have on some expensive silk panties? Maybe a sexy little thong that perfectly hugged her ass?
Her hand gripped his more firmly as they made their way through the crowd, and he grinned.
“I don’t usually let a woman take charge, princess.”
She glanced back at him in surprise at the nickname, those pouty pink lips doing dangerous things to his libido. And his cock, which was now fully rising to attention.
“Oh no? Well better get used to it.”
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty though, and he chuckled. “Not fucking likely.”
Hell. Lily looked way too update to dance in a bar very often. But although she looked somewhat innocent at first glance, she had fire in her, that was for damn certain. When she’d stood there earlier, hands on her hips, glaring at him, he’d wanted to bend down and kiss her just to see how she’d respond. Maybe even slip his hands beneath the hemline of that dress and find out if she felt as good as she looked. If her skin was as soft as he imagined.
A slow song came on, and Brock smiled. Hell if that wasn’t perfect timing. Dancing with Lily in his arms would be the easiest thing he’d done all day. Sure as shit beat spending the afternoon down at the precinct. And right now? Having Lily’s body pressed close against his was just what he needed.
His cock throbbed as he imagined having Lily in his bed. Unzipping her pink, feminine dress. Seeing whatever kind of sexy lingerie she had on beneath. Kissing his way down her gorgeous body. Claiming her with his throbbing cock as her legs wrapped around him, her body pinned beneath his. Feeling her pussy clamp down around him. Making her scream out his name.
Hell.
Would he have a story to tell his buddies on Monday morning. Wasn’t there just something about bedding an aloof, ice queen of a woman? Someone who acted like she wanted nothing to do with him, but before the night was over would be putty in his hands? Who’d be begging him for release and crying out his name?
Jake and Colton would be salivating over all the dirty details. Brent used to be into that sort of thing, too—new woman every night. Ella had changed all that though. Brent had met her in a cocktail lounge and rescued her from her sleaze ball boss—then fucking fell for her, dick in his hand. Not that Brock saw that same path for himself. Or that Lily seemed in need of any rescuing.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out with a grumble, glancing quickly at the screen to see a text from his buddy Jake.
Running late. My sister is with me.
Be there in twenty.
Brock crinkled his brow. Jake’s sister was coming out on their guys’ night? Well, what the hell did he care? Brock planned to be dragging the pretty blonde he was with out the door at any moment. His buddy would have to fend for himself.
He thumbed a response and slid his phone back into his pocket.
Lily glanced up at him uncertainly as they reached the dance floor, and Brock pulled her into his arms, anxious to feel those soft curves of hers pressed up against him.
“Damn you feel good,” he muttered as she settled into his arms.
“How’s that?”
“You’re soft everywhere I’m hard.”
A small gasp escaped from her pink lips, and he grinned.
“Don’t act so shocked. I’ve been hard since the moment I spotted you.” He dipped his head lower, so that his lips brushed against her ear. She shivered slightly at his nearness, and Brock had to grit his teeth to hold it together. Her feminine, floral scent filled the air, and those full breasts were brushing against his chest. He cleared his throat. “You know what I’ve been wondering?” he asked huskily. The silk of her hair brushed against his cheek, and he tried not to groan in pleasure.
“What?” she asked softly, slightly relaxing in his arms.
“If you taste as good as you smell.”
She flushed and looked up at him in surprise, and he wondered where she imagined him taking a sample. “If I had you alone, I’d run my tongue over every square inch of your skin. And I’d spend my time getting to know what you liked. I’d kiss my way down your neck—linger on those gorgeous breasts. And when I had you arching backward in my arms, I’d go lower. Kiss my way down your stomach. And bury my head between your legs. Fuck—I’d go down on you for hours, Princess. Make you scream my name all night long.”
She whimpered, and he tightened his arms, feeling her full breasts press up against his hard chest. His arousal was thick and throbbing, and he was certain she could feel it against her stomach from the close way that he was holding her. He half expected her to turn and run. Or slap him across the face.
“I bet you’re all talk,” she taunted him.
He did a double take. Hell. Was she actually batting her eyelashes at him?
“Nope. Cross my heart.”
“Prove it, then.”
She surprised him, reaching up to wrap her slender arms around his neck and pushing her flat stomach closer to him, driving him fucking insane. Did she realize she was inadvertently rubbing against his cock? Holy fuck.
The woman wasn’t nearly as innocent as she looked.
He guided them to a more secluded corner of the dance floor and moved his mouth to her neck, letting his lips linger before gently nibbling on her skin. She gasped and arched her head back, allowing him greater access. He lightly grazed her tender skin with his teeth, then sucked on her neck, amazed at the way she tasted of peaches and cream.
Damn. Would she taste like that all over?
He lowered his hands to her perfect ass and pulled her tighter against him, as if that was even possible. His large hands perfectly spanned her backside, and he squeezed gently. “Princess,” he said gruffly, “your tight little ass is driving me crazy right now. You feel so damn good.”
“I bet you say that to all the women. Did anyone ever tell you that you have the worst lines ever?”
“What other women? You’re the only woman I want. Fucking gorgeous. If there weren’t other people around, Princess, I’d be tempted to bend you over the nearest surface and flip up that fancy dress of yours right now. I’d finger that sweet pussy, get you all wet and wild, and then I’d drive myself into you so deep you’d be feeling me all day tomorrow.”
She whimpered, and he ducked down and kissed her, surprised to find her lips parting as he sought entrance. She tasted of tequila and something sweet, and he groaned. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he slowly guided her backwards, until they stumbled into a darkened hallway leading toward the storage room.
The bathrooms were on the other side of the bar, so it was unlikely someone would come down here and find them. He half-wished they would, because he didn’t trust himself around this woman, and he doubted that she usually made out with strangers in darkened hallways. The little moans and whimpers she was making were driving him crazy though, and suddenly he had to find out if she was as aroused as he was.
Because damn. She kissed like she knew what she was doing.
“Princess,” he muttered between kisses.
“Hmmm?”
“I gotta ask. Do you usually make out with men you just met?”
“Never.”
He forced himself to pause and lifted her chin so she met his gaze. “I’m planning to do a lot more than just kiss you. If you don’t have the same idea, tell me right now.”
“You better do more than just kiss me,” she challenged.
His pulse pounded as his groin tightened. Like hell he would.
With pleasure.
***
BROCK BACKED HER FURTHER into the darkened hallway, his large hands palming her ass and his lips hot against hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and he tasted of beer and sin and something else that was purely male.
He eased her back against the wall, his large frame bending over hers, and his fingers grazed the back of her thighs, sending shivers through her entire body. That gentlest of touches against her skin felt like a bolt of lightning, sending electricity surging straight through her. Arousal pooled at her center, and she knew if she’d let him, he’d find her wet and ready for him.
When had a man ever turned her on like this? Not her former boyfriends, with their polite missionary-style sex on five-hundred-thread-count sheets. They might bring her to orgasm every once in a while, but it was almost an afterthought.
This was a man who knew without a doubt how to pleasure a woman.
Who seemed intent on doing exactly that.
Immediately.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” he murmured, lightly teasing his fingertips on the backs of her thighs once more.
“Brock,” she whimpered.
“I love when you say my name,” he ground out.
His hands were calloused, slightly rough, but felt oh-so-right on her sensitive skin. He was so big and masculine. So purely male. She needed those hands touching her everywhere. Like yesterday.
Half of the men she usually met she didn’t want to spend five minutes politely conversing with, let alone making out with in a secluded corner. She didn’t even know this man, but Brock’s touch was making her come alive in ways she’d never felt before. Making her want things she shouldn’t—like a reckless night with this man who practically oozed sex from his pores.
His hands slowly lifted the back of her dress, until his fingers were skimming the curve of her ass. He traced his fingertips along the edge of her satin panties, and she flushed as she realized how damp he would find the front of them. Her breathing was becoming shallow at just the thought of him touching her more intimately.
Her chest rose and fell more quickly, and she wondered if Brock knew how turned on she currently was. He stopped kissing her long enough to teasingly lick the shell of her ear, and she arched her back, unwittingly thrusting her breasts into his rock-solid chest. “Are you going to let me touch that pretty pussy of yours?”
She gasped at his words, and he gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “I want to find out if you’re as hot and wet as I imagine,” he continued, his voice gravel.
“Someone might see us,” she sputtered, practically dizzy with her desire for him. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her and pleasure her, to cup her aching sex with his hand and drive her wild. To make her forget about herself and acting perfect for just one minute. To just let her feel.
“I won’t let anyone see you,” he replied, his voice low and seductive. “I don’t want another man even looking at you. You’re mine, Princess.”
She didn’t reply, and he teasingly skimmed his hands across her hips and down her stomach until one large hand cupped her intimately. She whimpered and thrust against him, desperate for release from the ache building deep inside. The emptiness she felt for him.
“Mmm, you feel good,” he muttered, lightly caressing her through the satin.
“So do you,” she gasped.
He found her clit and rubbed it through the material. The friction of the satin against her was driving her insane. Sending sparks of pure pleasure bursting through her.
“Brock,” she whimpered softly.
“Fuck yeah. I love hearing you say my name. I could listen to that all night long.” He tugged the bottom of her panties aside and slid a thick finger though her drenched, swollen folds. Every sensitive nerve ending alighted at his touch, and she trembled, feeling his thick fingers slide through her arousal. It felt scandalous and wrong to let him touch her like this. For him to have her pinned against the wall in the dark hallway where anyone could walk by.
And still somehow his touch was oh-so-right.
“Princess, you are so fucking wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, as his fingers caressed her intimate flesh. She was so swollen and aching for him, she’d die if he didn’t make her come right now.
A few more teasing caresses had her whimpering and bucking her hips against him.
Brock growled in approval.
At last he found her clit once more and began tracing in slow circles with one thick finger. Good God, she felt like she was going to explode from pure pleasure, and the man had barely touched her. What would an entire night with him be like?
“Did you imagine me making you come earlier? When we were at the bar? Because I’ve been dying to get my hands on you from the moment you let that pretty blonde hair down.”
“I, I wondered what it would be like,” she gasped. “Being with you.”
“Did you imagine I’d be doing this?” he asked, circling her clit more quickly.
“No,” she whimpered.
“I’m going to make you come, Princess.”
“God, yes,” she sobbed, feeling herself already beginning to lose control.
Heat was coursing through her, spiraling out from her center and igniting every single nerve-ending in her body as Brock worked his able fingers faster against her. She was teetering at the precipice, about to explode from pleasure, right here in the hallway of the bar, where anyone could see them. Somehow that thought turned her on even more. Brock was pleasuring her in the midst of hundreds of people, and yet they were still caught up in their own little world.
He eased two thick fingers inside of her and she cried out, her inner walls clamping down around him as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“You feel so good. Next time I want you to come on my cock,” he growled. “I’ll strip you bare in your Park Avenue palace or wherever the fuck you’re from and take you hard against the wall, watching you ride my shaft as your breasts bounce up and down. Then I’ll take your gorgeous tits in my mouth and suck on them until you’re screaming my name. I’ll make you come all night long.”
He pumped his fingers into her again, sliding his thumb faster over her clit, and she detonated, crying out his name at her release.
Pleasure surged through her, again and again, as she pulsed around his hand, and he swallowed her cries with his wicked mouth. His tongue delved between her parted lips, his fingers pumped into her pussy, and he claimed her, forcing her to surrender to the moment. To him.
He kissed her possessively, like she was his, as she gasped for breath, but he gentled the movement of his hand as he eased her down from the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever had. What on Earth had just happened? She didn’t make out with strange men and let them touch her intimately in crowded bars, where anyone might walk by and see them. She didn’t date guys with filthy mouths who backed her into darkened hallways and stuck their hands up her dress the first chance they got.
But holy hell, she was more turned on in a few minutes with Brock then she’d ever been before in her life.
She panted for breath, heat washing over her face as she felt her inner walls spasm once more around his thick fingers. Pure male satisfaction crossed his face before he finally removed his hand from her panties and tugged her dress back into place, his blue eyes filled with lust and heat. Would he expect her to reciprocate now? Certainly they weren’t going to have sex in the hallway, where anyone might see them, but he was clearly hard as a rock.
“Come home with me,” he said, his voice rough.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“I need to have you, Princess. Again and again. All night long.”
She nodded, too shaky to say another word. Not that she trusted herself to speak. If she opened her mouth, nothing but incoherent gibberish would come out. Because he’d pretty much just completely blown her mind.
Before Brock could say anything else, her phone beeped in her clutch with a new text message just as his phone buzzed loudly. He bit out a curse and reluctantly stepped back from her, glancing down at his phone, frustration in his eyes at the unwelcome interruption.
Lily bent to retrieve her clutch from where it had fallen to the ground and saw that there was a new text from Morgan:
Did you leave with Mr. Hot as Sin? Where are you?
“My friend’s here,” Brock said, his face unreadable as she met his gaze.
“Oh, really?” she asked in surprise. “My friend just texted me to say she was here, too.”
Something flickered in his gaze but was gone just as quickly. Stepping closer to her again, he dipped his head for one last searing kiss, leaving her completely breathless. “I guess we should go find them.”
“Now?” she asked, slightly dazed.
Her grip tightened around her clutch, as if that could somehow anchor her to reality. Because what had just passed between them was about as surreal as you could get.
“Now. Then we can get out of here. My plans for tonight involve you and you alone, Princess. Ladies first,” he said as he pulled back, gesturing for her to walk in front of him.
She nervously smoothed her dress, wondering if anyone would suspect what had happened in the back hallway. She felt flushed and hot and crazed all at the same time. Like she was floating on air but could also crash back down to Earth at any moment. Back to reality.
She absolutely had to talk to Morgan before she completely lost her mind and did something crazy like go home with Brock. Not that letting him feel her up in the hall wasn’t a little bit crazy, but one indiscretion in a crowded bar was different than spending the night with someone. Than sleeping with him. Not that she really expected Brock to be the type of guy to stay the entire night. He looked more like the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. Maybe it was for the best that Morgan had finally arrived so she didn’t do anything she really regretted.
A brief pang of regret filled her chest.
She never did anything like this.
Never.
Maybe this was her one chance to let loose and just be free. Have a one-night-stand with a man she didn’t know. Who made her feel spectacular. Reality would be facing her once again in the morning.
Brock lightly rested his hand on the small of her back, his fingers splaying possessively across her. His touch felt so right. And she needed more of his kisses. More intimate caresses. More everything.
Lily avoided looking at anyone as he guided her across the crowded dance floor. Her face burned as she felt like everyone there knew what had just happened—a make-out session in the hallway culminating with her having the best orgasm of her life. In the back of a crowded bar. Much to her relief, no one seemed to notice or care about Brock and her though. Couples danced around them, swaying to the music, and they edged back toward the front of the bar where their friends were presumably waiting.
Was Brock planning to stick around and meet Morgan? Have another drink? Or just nod hello to his buddy and steer Lily out the front door? The last ten minutes had been hotter than hell, but seriously? She didn’t do things like that.
Ever.
But oh God had he made her feel alive.
She quickly scanned the crowded bar area and finally noticed Morgan standing next to her older brother. She hadn’t seen Jake in a couple of months, but whenever their paths did cross, she half-expected him to still be the tall, lanky guy from her college days.
Jake was five years older than them, but he had been around from time-to-time throughout college helping Morgan out. A four-year stint in the military had kept him from regularly seeing either of them, though, and now he worked for the NYPD.
“Lily!” Morgan waved at her, and she watched Morgan’s eyes roam approvingly to the man standing beside her, now possessively gripping her arm. Brock towered above her, and she felt feminine and fragile next to his imposing frame. Like any minute he could gather her up in his muscular arms and whisk her off into the night.
Which might not be a bad thing.
She smiled, an odd feeling of satisfaction filling her. Or maybe it was just the afterglow of that amazing orgasm. Because holy hell, did Brock know what he was doing.
“Hi!” she called out to her best friend, certain her face was completely flushed. “About time you made it.”
“Looks like you did okay without me,” Morgan teased. “Who’s your friend?”
Jake nodded at her from where he stood beside Morgan, a gleam in his eyes, and then glanced to the other man. “Brock, I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy,” he laughed, eyeing the two of them. “But how do you know Lily?”
The blood slowly drained from her face.
Brock cleared his throat. “Jake,” he said, nodding at Morgan’s brother. His fingers tightened ever-so-slightly on her arm.
Lily glanced back and forth between them in confusion. Brock and Jake knew each other?
So much for an anonymous night.
