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LILY LET BROCK GUIDE her back to the dance floor, feeling every single nerve ending in her body ignite at his touch. His strong fingers at her wrist tethered her to him even though she knew he’d let her go if she really wanted. She glanced helplessly back at Morgan, who grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. Of course Morgan was encouraging her. She didn’t know what had just happened right before she’d arrived. The effects of the alcohol she’d consumed were making her more reckless than usual. Otherwise there was no way she’d have agreed to another dance with this dangerously sexy man.
The thought of the brunch she needed to attend at her parents’ penthouse tomorrow morning made her screech to a halt though. Her sister was married, expecting her parents’ first grandchild. She’d never make it there herself with a guy like Brock. Maybe he was Mr. Right Now, but he certainly wasn’t Mr. Right. A night with him wouldn’t lead to that metaphorical white picket fence and 2.5 kids.
One night in his bed would lead to nothing but regret.
“I’m sorry,” Lily said, abruptly pulling her wrist from his grip. “I really should go.”
He looked momentarily surprised and then schooled his expression. She thought he was going to try and convince her to go home with him, but he smirked instead, his blue eyes burning as he gazed down at her.
“You sure liked me when you were moaning in the hallway earlier, Princess.”
She flushed, the memories of his words and his kisses playing like a movie reel in her mind. “Shhh, someone might hear you,” she chastised.
“You didn’t seem concerned earlier about anyone hearing you.”
“You’re an arrogant jerk.”
“I’ve heard worse. And I loved watching you come, Princess. Sure you’re not up for round two?”
“I have an early brunch I’m expected at tomorrow,” she said stiffly.
“Who said I’d be staying the night?”
She glared up at him. “Well who could refuse an offer like that? Oh that’s right, I can. You don’t have to act like such an asshole because I turned you down. Have a nice life.”
Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed across the bar. She’d text Morgan later and tell her goodbye. Spending another second in this bar with Brock around was a mistake she wasn’t willing to make. The second he’d gotten her alone and away from their friends, he’d started acting like an overconfident ass all over again.
She pushed the front door open and stepped around a group of people loitering outside. Shivering in the late evening air, she glanced at the long line of cabs sitting in traffic and walked to the curb to hail one, hoping she wouldn’t be waiting too long. She really should just call her car service, but with the amount of traffic tonight, it would probably be quicker just grabbing a cab back to the Upper East Side.
Or not.
Twenty minutes later, she was still standing there, watching as cab after cab filled with New Yorkers drove by. She debated whether she should go back inside in search of Morgan when she got the eerie feeling that she was being watched. Glancing back toward the bar, goose bumps trailed down her arms as she realized Brock was hovering near the entrance, looking dark and dangerous as his gaze bore into hers.
As their eyes locked, he stalked toward her, looking almost predatory with the heat in his gaze. “Let me give you a lift.”
“I’m fine,” she replied, turning back toward the street. Traffic had barely moved, and the cabs that were in sight clearly already had passengers. She was not about to give him the satisfaction and admit any of that to him though.
“You can’t stand out here all night.”
She shivered but didn’t reply, and he shucked out of his blazer, draping it over her shoulders. It was massive on her and smelled of Brock—there were traces of his aftershave and something else distinctly male, distinctly him. She almost handed it back to him just out of principle, but it was warm, and while wearing it she could almost imagine herself wrapped up in those strong arms of his. Not that she would allow that to happen again.
“Come on, I parked over there,” he said, pointing toward one of the side streets. “Jake and Morgan aren’t leaving anytime soon, so either come with me or freeze that cute little ass off.”
She glanced over and her eyes fell to the badge and gun clipped to his belt.
Brock crossed his arms and smirked in amusement. “I was at work earlier.”
Lily sighed and stalked down the block in the direction of his car. “I figured you would have already found another woman to make out with by now. Isn’t that how guys like you work?”
“Guys like me?”
“Players,” she said in a huff.
“Is that so?” he chuckled as they crossed the street. He ducked lower, placing a hand on the small of her back as they dodged around a cab, then murmured, “Your scent is still on my fingers, Princess. It’s driving me fucking crazy that I haven’t even tasted you yet. Why would I want to go after another woman?”
Heat pooled in her core at his words. Holly hell. Had a man she dated ever spoke like that before? She should be annoyed at him—furious, really. But there was something sexy as hell about it, too. The men she usually dated were assertive in an entirely different type of way. They’d show off, lavishing her with expensive dinners or gifts. Offering to fly her off on their private jet for a romantic weekend getaway.
But this?
Never.
“I know your type,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “And let’s face it—there were plenty of single women in there.”
“I’m sure you’re well aware that the woman I wanted walked out the door twenty minutes ago,” he replied in a low voice.
“Who’s to say you didn’t drag another woman into the back hall after I left?” she asked with a shrug. “For all I know, you do that every night. And in case you haven’t figured it out, that’s something I never do.” They reached his car, and Lily turned to face him, crossing her arms as she met his dark gaze.
“And why would I have gone after another woman?” he asked, leaning down. Lily faltered, taking a step backward, and found herself flush against his car.
Brock rested his hands on the roof of his unmarked vehicle, one arm on either side of her, effectively boxing Lily in. Her heartbeat raced at his closeness, at the heat radiating from him, and the look of arousal in his eyes. She didn’t know a whole lot about NYPD detectives, but were they all as sexy as sin like him? He probably left hearts breaking all over Manhattan. He seemed to know exactly the effect he was having on her though as her pulse pounded and heat bloomed across her skin.
“There’s only one woman I want to fuck senseless tonight, and she left me standing on the dance floor alone,” he said, his voice gravel. “I got to feel how hot and wet you were for me earlier, Princess, but I still haven’t gotten to see that pretty pussy of yours. Are you going to invite me in if I drive you home?”
“Maybe,” she gasped as he dipped his head lower and softly brushed his lips against hers. He tasted of musk and man, and his mouth was surprisingly soft and warm. He kissed his way up her jawline, the slight scruff from his five o’clock shadow rubbing against her skin. He pushed even closer, his teeth gently tugging on her earlobe, and she unwittingly arched against him.
“If I took your panties off right now, would you be as wet and ready for me as earlier?”
“Mmmm,” she mumbled incoherently. She was already throbbing with want again, desperate for him, and they were standing outside in the middle of Manhattan. How did he turn her on so much with just a few dirty words and one tempting kiss? She needed to get out of here. Walk all the way home if she had to. Anything to escape the crazy pull he had on her.
“I want to stretch you out on your bed, spread those gorgeous legs wide open, and lick you until you’re screaming my name. Would you come on my tongue, Lily?” he asked, gently thrusting it into her mouth and demonstrating exactly what he had in mind.
Lust surged through her at his very vivid description. God, she could already imagine his head between her legs, his large body bending down as he sought her pleasure. She had no doubt he knew exactly what to do to give her a screaming orgasm. Most men couldn’t be bothered with that sort of thing. At least the men she dated—they were egotistical and focused only on themselves.
But Brock?
Holy crap.
She stretched up on her tiptoes and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, opening her mouth wider to him. She could feel his thick arousal pressing up against her stomach, and she longed to wrap her legs around his waist and feel him rubbing up against her to ease some of the growing ache she had inside. He was thick and long and would feel oh-my-God spectacular thrusting into her again and again.
A car driving by honked, and she uncharacteristically giggled.
“What’s so funny, Princess?”
“Just imaging if one of my parents’ friends saw me making out in the middle of the street with a cop.”
“I don’t mind being your dirty little secret,” he replied with a smirk. “Not with how hot and wet you were for me earlier. It felt so good touching you, Princess.” His hand slid to her side, his large fingers stretching across her ribcage. His thumb ever-so-slightly grazed the side of her breast, and heat blossomed within her as his lips met hers. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
She broke off their kiss and looked directly up into his fevered blue eyes. “Take me, Brock.”
“With fucking pleasure. Where do you want to go?” he asked gruffly.
“My place. It’s closer.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“Morgan and Jake live in Brooklyn. I just assumed....”
“You assumed correctly. And closer is better. Otherwise I’ll be tempted to fuck you right here. And it won’t look good for a cop to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
She looked up at him in disbelief.
“Besides. You’re for my eyes alone, Princess.”
***
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Lily was pulling him through the door of her luxury apartment. She dropped her clutch and keys onto the table in the foyer. Kicked off her heels somewhere along the hardwood floors. The blazer she’d borrowed from him fell to the ground, followed moments later by her dress.
“Fuck, Lily,” Brock said, gazing at her appreciatively. “You look like a goddess—a sex goddess sent to bring a man to his knees. Holy hell.”
She blushed, thinking of how her past lovers would never use words like that with her. Calling her “sexy” would have been a stretch for them. Sure they might say that she was beautiful, but not one of her exes had ever stared at her with that kind of heat in their eyes. They never would have dreamed of talking to her that way.
“Peaches and cream,” he muttered, hungrily eyeing the pale pink lace bra and skimpy panties she had on.
“What?”
“You tasted like fucking peaches and cream when I kissed you earlier. And I want to know if you’re that sweet all over.” Before she could utter a word, he bent lower. Muscular arms swept her up, holding her close to his hard chest. Large hands splayed possessively across her bare flesh, and she felt vulnerable and aroused in her skimpy lingerie as he held her.
“Bedroom,” he commanded, dipping his head to kiss her again.
She was consumed by him as his hot lips met hers. Tongues delved together, and she squirmed in his arms, hot and aroused and ready to get down to business.
“That way,” she mumbled between kisses as he carried her down the hall. She barely had time to flip on the light switch before he gently laid her across her bed. He looked completely out of place in her feminine room, all dark and dangerous compared to her white satin bedspread and fancy silk pillows. He nailed her with a heated gaze, his dark cropped hair, scruffy jaw, and imposing physique in complete contrast to the feminine touches everywhere, and she simply couldn’t get enough.
Brock quickly shucked off his shirt, letting it fall in a heap to the floor, and she gaped in awe at his muscular physique. He was nothing but smooth, toned flesh over pounds of muscle. Strong biceps and shoulders led to perfectly sculpted pecs that she was dying to run her nails over. Lower still was a six-pack of abs, and a trail of dark hair led straight to the bulge growing beneath his pants.
“Like what you see?” he asked huskily, stalking toward her.
He removed his badge and gun, setting them on her nightstand. They looked out of place beside her bottles of perfume and jewelry tray, just like he did in her bedroom. They were from completely different worlds. But then Brock turned toward her, all bare, muscular torso with jeans hanging from narrow hips. Like one of her freaking fantasies come to life or something.
He crawled onto her bed, kissing his way across her flat stomach. His whiskers abraded her skin, but his sinful mouth had her gasping and arching into the air. “Easy, Princess, I’m just getting started.” He slowly prowled over her body, kissing her softly along the way. His stubble lightly grazed her bare flesh, leaving her highly sensitized to his every touch.
“I can see your nipples through the lace,” he said, his voice gravel.
His hot breath fanned across her breasts, and she could feel arousal pooling at her core. His fingers lightly caressed one breast through the lace of her bra, rubbing over her nipple as he teased her. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, tugging one cup of her bra down as he fully exposed her to his gaze.
He slowly kissed the curve of her breast, his hot mouth and wet tongue leaving her quaking beneath him. It was erotic as hell having him pay such close attention to every inch of her flesh. She was sprawled out on her bed, and here Brock was, devouring her, as if she were a feast he could never have enough of.
She whimpered as her nipples tightened, the taut buds begging for his touch. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured before flicking his tongue lightly across her turgid nipple. She cried out and arched into the air, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing and tormenting her with his tongue. The gentle flickering of his tongue had her writhing beneath him, every touch shooting directly to her clit.
“Brock,” she gasped. “Please.”
His large hand palmed her other breast, kneading her with able fingers. He tugged the other cup of her bra down so both her breasts were pushed up, fully on display to his gaze. He rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb and then pulled on the taut bud, causing her to cry out.
“I need this off,” he said, reaching beneath her to undo the clasp. He slipped her bra off, and Lily felt the cool air against her bare breasts. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, gazing at her naked form as she lay beneath him. Although she still had on her skimpy panties, she felt fully exposed to his heated gaze.
Brock began kissing her other breast, giving it the same treatment he’d shown the first one. As he teased her nipple into a rigid peak, he gently bit down with his teeth and tugged on it.
“Oh!” she yelped, bucking her hips as a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure surged through her straight to her core. Every pull and lick of her nipple she felt directly at her throbbing clit. Arousal drenched her panties, and she shamelessly bucked her hips up in a silent plea. She was desperate for his touch, for him to bring her to release again and fill the emptiness inside her. She felt his hard cock against her inner thigh through his jeans, and she had never felt so desired or so turned on in her entire life. He wanted her. Badly. And wasn’t the least embarrassed about his desire. With just a few small movements he could be free. Inside her. Pounding into her over and over again until she could do nothing but scream her release.
“You’re fucking making me lose my mind, Lily,” he muttered. “I could spend all night sucking on your breasts, playing with your rosy nipples, if I wasn’t so goddamn hard. Take your panties off and show me that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
“Brock,” Lily murmured breathlessly.
“Off,” he commanded. “Before I rip them right in half.”
Lily reached down with shaking hands and slid her panties down from her waist. Brock tugged them the rest of the way down her legs and then grasped her behind the knees with strong hands, pulling her to the edge of her bed. He knelt on the ground in front of her, Lily trembling with nervous anticipation at the vulnerable position she was left in. His hands skimmed up her inner thighs, and he spread her legs wide, opening her completely to him. Leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Lily gasped at the provocative pose, but Brock dipped his head between her legs, slowly licking her slit. “Your pussy is glistening for me, Princess. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll be ruined for any other man.”
He moved closer, his broad shoulders at her thighs spreading her legs even wider. Large hands wrapped around her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted, and she was helpless before him, at Brock’s complete and utter mercy.
Brock licked her swollen folds, lapping up all of her arousal, moving his mouth against her intimate flesh and devouring her as if she was the most succulent thing he’d ever tasted. Lily fisted the bedspread, desperate for him to move faster, to bring her to release. She cried out as he finally moved to her throbbing clit, his tongue lightly flicking back and forth, teasing her as warmth began to surge through her entire body.
She tried to buck against his mouth, but he held her hips firmly in place, setting the pace as he pleasured her. She tossed her head back and forth on the bed, practically sobbing from the intense pleasure. Brock growled in approval and finally slipped two thick fingers inside of her molten core, filling and stretching her. She was so slick, he was easily thrusting them in and out. Stretching her. Readying her for him.
Lily moaned in pleasure, too far gone to even care about the sounds she was making. He curved his fingers just so, and she felt herself beginning to lose all control as her inner walls began to clench around him. He sped up the ministrations of his tongue as he fucked her with his hand, and Lily swore she began to see stars. A moment later he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she detonated. She screamed her release and bucked up off the bed, helpless to her body’s response to his erotic kiss. Brock didn’t let up, gently sucking her swollen clit as she cried out again and again until he’d finally wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her.
As she slowly floated back down to Earth, she was aware of Brock standing to pull down his jeans and heard the sound of foil ripping. He sheathed his throbbing erection and then grabbed her hips, flipping her over on the bed before she even knew what was happening. Her stomach and chest were flat on the bedspread and her legs dangling down, toes barely touching the floor.
“Brock?” she asked, pushing herself up and glancing back at him.
“I want to take you from behind,” he said gruffly, resting a hand on her back and gently pushing her down.
“But ...,” she said hesitantly, her voice trailing off.
She’d never had a man want to make love to her that way before. Never had a man so fully intent on claiming her, making her surrender to his will. She’d never lost control as a man pleasured her with his tongue. Brock was completely different from anyone she’d ever been with—a man who had no qualms about taking what he wanted, positioning her however he liked, and giving her what she needed.
“Relax, Princess,” he said, running his fingertips up and down her spine as she shivered beneath his touch. His hand trailed down over the curve of her ass, and she held her breath as he continued his perusal, finally running his fingers through her wet folds.
“You’re drenched, Princess. And you tasted like a fucking Goddess. I could go down on you all night.”
“Brock,” she breathed.
“Hold onto your bedspread,” he instructed, and she did as he asked, nervously clutching the white satin between her fingers. He angled her hips toward him and stepped forward, and she felt his thick erection brushing through her sensitive folds. It was erotic as hell having him stand behind her like this, feeling his cock jutting against her but being unable to move away. He was in complete control, and somehow she found that even more arousing.
He teased her for a moment, rubbing his erection back and forth through her wetness. “I fucking love looking at you like this. Your long blonde hair running down your back. Your cute little ass in front of me.” He positioned himself at her opening and eased in an inch. “Your pussy so wet and tight.”
They both groaned as he slowly entered her, and he pulled back slightly before slamming himself into her full hilt. Lily cried out and clutched onto the bedspread. He filled her completely, stretching her with his throbbing erection. He paused a moment, seemingly giving her time to adjust to his intimate invasion. He felt huge, or maybe it was just the position she was in. He was so deep, and she was helpless, spread out beneath him, at Brock’s complete and utter mercy.
“You okay, Princess?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He ducked down and kissed his way across upper back, lightly trailing his tongue over her skin. She shivered at his touch, then her skin heated as she began to relax and enjoy the exquisite pressure of Brock filling her. Arousal slickened his way as he eased out and then immediately pushed back in. A moment later he began slowly thrusting, stroking her with his thick length. She moaned as she felt heat once again beginning to build within her.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll feel me all day tomorrow,” he said before slamming into her again and again. Heat coiled through her, sending little shockwaves of pleasure as he built her up once more. She was powerless to stop the onslaught of pleasure, each powerful thrust of his taking her higher and higher.
He let go of one hip and reached beneath her, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed her in swift circles as he thrust again and again, and she felt her inner walls clenching around him. He slammed into her, and as his fingers trailed over her bundle of nerves, she finally exploded and screamed out his name, helpless as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She clung to the material of her bedspread, desperate, able to do nothing but surrender as he claimed her body, and she was lost to everything but him.
