Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(3)

For a month, she had resisted this devilishly stunning man. She couldn’t do it any longer. She was giving in to this temptation. Just this once. Thank-you alcohol.

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Jonathan was leading the tipsy brunette down the hallway of the fourteenth floor when his watch blipped. It was midnight. He was just feet away from his suite, but did not want to lose this opportunity for a midnight New Year’s Eve kiss. He turned sharply, and took Aliya by surprise. “It’s midnight. Happy New Year, Aliya.” His hand snaked up her arm until the back of her head was cradled in his hand. Her lips parted as he pulled her to him for just a taste.

Aliya had been waiting for this. Jonathan’s lips on hers. And she met him half way. Her decision had been made downstairs, and she was going all in. Grabbing the lapels of his designer suit, she leaned into him. The moment his lips touched hers, the power of the kiss rocked her. His tongue speared her lips and she opened for it, wanting and needing more.

Her groan of pleasure had his earlier hard on return full force. His aching crotch wanted to do what his tongue was doing. Plunge into her depths. She was returning the kiss, and tangling her tongue with his as he plundered the treasure that was her mouth. She tasted like strawberries and mint. It was intoxicating. Not wanting it to end, he pushed her back against the wall to steady her, allowing one hand to quickly slip deep into his pocket and pull out his key card. Fumbling and reaching, he managed to slide the card through the reader, and then grab the door handle and push. With it open, he lured her into his room without breaking the kiss. Her hands began to pull his jacket over his broad shoulders, and he was only to happy to oblige her.

He broke the kiss, and they were both panting heavily as he shrugged out of his jacket. Aliya was already untying his tie, and he couldn’t resist diving in for another kiss although his body wanted so much more.

Despite her state, her fingers made quick work of the tie. She then deftly tackled the buttons on his shirt while he plundered her mouth once more. Her * was throbbing, soaking her panties, demanding attention.

When she finished with the buttons, she yanked the rest of his shirt out of his pants, and he was unfastening them at the same time. Quicker than she could blink, his pants fell to his knees, and he stepped out of them pushing her backwards towards the bedroom in the overly large suite. His black silk boxers were generously tented showing just how much he wanted this to happen. She bit her lip when he slid his boxers down and her eyes widened in surprise. The man was massive. And she couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of her. It had been such a long time, but she felt ready. Turning, she saw a door ajar and led him into what must be his home away from home. All of the Sassacus’ had rooms on this floor, as well as other members of the top brass.

When the light flicked on behind her, it startled her momentarily. She felt Jonathan pressing himself behind her. “Lights on.” His voice was gruff as he unzipped her dress and pulled it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. The red satin pooled at her feet and she easily stepped out of it.

The view of her backside made him even harder. Her black silk thong made his mouth dry. He glanced at her toned body. Lithe and graceful, but powerful. And her legs. Damn, he wanted those legs wrapped around him when he plowed into her. He kissed her shoulder, and she shuddered with her own need under his touch. She turned in his arms and it was then he first got to see her breasts. And they were remarkable. High, pert, smooth with small brown tips, the nipples already puckered and demanding his touch. He cupped one and squeezed it gently, rubbing his palm against the surface as her head fell backwards. When he pinched it roughly, her mewl of pleasure had him pushing her gently to the bed as he crawled on top of her. He took her breast into his mouth further enticing her. The sounds she made excited him all the more.

When she reached for his cock, he knew this was exactly what she wanted. Playing coy for over a month, he knew she was worth the wait. Her long slender fingers slid inside his boxers and she grasped him gently. But he didn’t want it gently. He wanted to plunge his cock into her over and over again until she screamed his name.

He helped her by showing her what he wanted and grasped her clutched hand and squeezed harder. “Babe, tighter,” he commanded.

Aliya complied and gripped him harshly. He let out a growl of animalistic pleasure that made her feel more brazen, and she began to stroke his silken member enjoying the feel of it. He was on fire. She knew he enjoyed it too as his latch on her nipple tugged harder while he used his tongue to toy with the tip. She arched into it.

“Oh, God yes,” she cried her pleasure.

Jonathan couldn’t wait much longer, but he wanted to make sure she was ready. He didn’t like leaving his partners unsatisfied. He released her nipple and allowed his tongue to slip down her abdomen. Tasting and tormenting her with both his tongue and teeth. He felt the muscles in her stomach jump and when his tongue reached her lower abdomen and the top of her panties, he nipped at them and tugged. She gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes. Her black as onyx orbs sparkled at him, and her breathing was erratic. Involuntarily she lifted her hips, and with one yank of his arm he had her panties off to resume his delicious torture.

Aliya allowed her legs to open wider for him as he eased lower. His shoulders were so massive, he grabbed one leg from behind her knee and hooked it over his shoulder before he dipped down further. She couldn’t see his velvety brown eyes. The moment his tongue parted her, she wanted to scream. Of its own accord, her head rolled to the side and she pushed her pelvis closer to his tongue. The tongue that was stroking her clit now, and bringing it to a frenzy.