A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jonesβ¦
SEDUCED FOR A NIGHT. TAKEN FOREVER.
With only nine months left at Stanford, and despite being top of her law school class, Lori Havens takes leave to care for her sick mother. That means she juggles three jobs, the best of which is researcher for novelist, and syndicated columnist of “Cat Does Crime,” Cat Summer.
One evening after finishing up her work at Cat’s apartment building, Lori has an encounter with a sexy stranger, and does something out of character. She goes home with him. The night is perfect, he’s perfect, wealthy, powerful and from out of town. Morning comes, and despite their connection, Lori leaves before he finds out she’s far from the equal he believes her to be. She’s not a charity case and she’s not after his money. She will make her own. In other words, she leaves before her prince charming finds out she’s no princess.
Flash forward a few months, Lori’s mother is healing, and Cat’s husband, Reese, has merged his firm with another and Lori lands an internship there, with school credit and scholarship money.. Everything is falling into place. That is until fate reveals a wicked twist of events and Lori walks into a conference room to find her new boss, Cole Brooks, one of the partners, is her one-night prince charming. One sizzling shared look across a boardroom, and it’s clear: this man is not done with her. It’s not long before Lori is informed that she’ll be working high profile cases with her one night prince charming which will require long nights and travel, starting immediately.
I own you.
With those words, my words, my intent in the air, and my fingers still tangled in Loriβs hair, I kiss her, a deep, possessive kiss meant to claim her, take her, make her mine, if only for this night. And she knows it too, because when my lips part hers, she pants out, βNo one owns me.β
βThen, sweetheart, youβve never been properly fucked.β I slide my hands under her jacket, settling my palms on her shoulders.
βI guess that depends on how you define properly.β
I turn her to face in the opposite direction, dragging the jacket down her arms and tangling it around her wrists, and then I lean in close. βAs dirty as possible,β I promise. βAnd with you on my tongue, in as many ways as we both find possible.β
βIs this how you own me?β she demands. βBy binding my arms?β
βAs much as Iβd like to have you at my mercy, sweetheart,β I say, tossing the jacket aside, and turning her to face me, βIβm selfish enough to want your hands and mouth fully available, in any way, shape, or place you so choose to use them.β I walk us backward, toward the oversized chair made perfectly for the kind of hot, wild fuck in our near future, before my hands fall from her waist. βI want to watch you undress.β
βWhen do you undress?β she challenges.
βWe have one condom, sweetheart. Letβs make it last. Undress for me, Lori.β
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and for just a moment, her eyes cut, but not before I see the flicker of nerves in her stare. And right then, I know that Iβve read her accurately up to this point. I know that her control is both a necessity and a wall that protects her. I know that no one has made it safe for her to leave those things at the door. No one has ever seen her really truly naked and the only way that happens, is to do exactly what Iβm doing. Push her out of her comfort zone, pull her into the moment, where she forgets the walls, and lives nowhere but here in the moment. Thatβs the place where nothing exists but the two of us.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I see the decision in them. Sheβs not going to run like she did on the street tonight. She unzips her skirt, and caresses it down her slender, but curvy hips. It pools at her feet, and she kicks it aside, allowing me to admire her long legs in lacy thigh-high hose, my gaze catching on the slender strip of lace in the vee of her body.
Her fingers catch on the hem of her blouse, and she tries to hide the small, inhaled breath of courage she draws before pulling it and her loose bra over her head. She tosses it, and stands before me, creamy pale perfection in nothing but silk and lace, her breasts high, full, nipples puckered to a pretty pink that will soon be in my mouth. βYouβre beautiful,β I say. βCome here.β
βQuid pro quo,β she declares. βIβm naked, youβre naked.β
Weβre still doing the push and pull, but I donβt mind, not when my mouth is soon to be all over her body, which means her mouth will soon be all over my body. I donβt want her kneeling before me unless itβs to put her mouth on my cock. Thatβs not my goal, not this time, at least. Itβs to own her, and that means she is so damn present, she canβt think, she can only feel. That takes trust and I decide to meet her halfway. I sit down and take off a shoe, showing it to her before setting it down.
βSo now I get a socked foot?β she teases, and I can feel a hint of her tension easing away, her comfort in her own skin begins to settle into place. I can feel her easing into me and the night, letting me glimpse the real woman, not the stranger.
And I find that I surprise myself by how much I want to know this woman, not just fuck her.
βThe pants donβt come off with the shoes on,β I tell her, and by the time Iβve removed the second shoe, sheβs standing in front of me, every creamy white, naked inch of her. She grabs it and tosses it.
βNow the pants,β she orders, making it clear that sheβs no submissive, that she can hold her own, and I fucking love it. βOr the shirt.β
I reach for her hips and walk her between my legs. βYouβve distracted me,β I tell her, my lips brushing her belly, my tongue drawing a circle. She trembles beneath my mouth, and I glance up at her. βYouβre owned when you can think of nothing but the person youβre with. Nothing but what they might do to you now, and in the next moment.β I twine the string at her hips in my fingers. βOr where they might lick, kiss, or touch.β I drag her panties down her legs and then lower my mouth to her sex, where I let my breath tease her. βTell me to lick you,β I order.
Her fingers curl around the material over my shoulders. βNo.β
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. βThatβs too bad, because I really wanted to know how you taste.β I nip her hip and when she gives a surprised yelp I lave the wound with my tongue, glancing up at her. βDo you want me toβ?β
βYes.β
βSay it, Lori…β
He might kiss like trouble, but this is one night
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