The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(101)

I reach into the glass with one hand capturing a piece of the ice. I flick the sash to her robe loose, revealing one of her breasts. I put the cube into my mouth sucking it in and then letting the tip out. I lower my lips to her, letting the ice hover there. She sucks the tip, her eyes open.

“Roman,” she whispers brokenly, her voice laced with hunger. I lean down so I can rake the ice down her chin, following an imaginary line down her beautiful neck. An immense feeling of satisfaction comes over me when I see the trail of wetness I leave in my wake. Her head is back, allowing me access, and after a couple of passes down her neck, I move to her breast. I circle the outside. Ana really has gorgeous breasts. They’re big, but not obscenely so. I can cover them with my hand and they are full, soft, and pliable. Perfect, really. I move the ice around her areola. Her nipple, which was already hard, is pebbled so tightly it looks painful. The ice is almost gone, so I move to her other nipple, letting the icy water drip down. It’s stunning to watch the way the water drips and runs around the nipple and then along the fine ridges that have been made on her areola because of her excitement. I watch until I can’t anymore, and then I take the nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling the last remnants of the ice around, and I suck it so hard it may bruise. A combination of the cold and my mouth makes Ana cry out. Her hands go to my head and she tries to drag me into her. When I finish, I pull away to look at the stormy violet depths staring back at me. They’re full of hunger and need.

“Your dinner is getting cold, pet,” I remind her, doing my best not to grind against her body. My cock is as hard as brick, pushing up against her bare *. The sweatpants I pulled on do nothing to block out the feel of her.

“I’m not hungry for food,” she whispers.

My hands flex into her hips, biting into them, and even the sting of that doesn’t bother her. I pull her roughly to the side, using my hand to swipe the dishes from the table. They fall to the pristine granite floor in a heap of broken glass, porcelain dishes, and food.

“What are you—” Ana rasps, grabbing my shoulders tight as I stand up, placing her on the table.

“Having my dinner. I’m starved,” I growl, putting pressure on her chest so she falls gently back, flat against the table.





“Roman, the mess—your maid,” Ana whispers, but I ignore her. My fingers bite into her ass as I pull her into me.

“Fuck the mess, pet,” I tell her, just before my tongue pushes between the lips of her * and her taste fills my mouth. What is it about her? What is it that makes this woman irresistible? When I was younger, women were a must. For a while now though, building my business and making my name took precedence. I’ve had a few partners. Handpicked, backgrounds checked, and contracts signed. Sex is a business just like every other thing in my life.

Until now. I’ve broken every rule I’ve ever had with Ana. She’ll definitely be mixing business with pleasure, considering I’ll most likely kill her brother.

There’s no contract in place, which is a major concession. And here I am, a grown man of forty-two, diving into the * of a woman I haven’t had medically examined. That should be enough to cool me off and make me pull back. The fact that it’s not is worrisome, but right now I couldn’t care less.

“Roman,” she breathes.

If you can get addicted to the way someone says your name, then I am definitely there. I flatten my tongue and slide it through her cream until I hit her swollen clit. I suck the nub into my mouth, using the pressure and my teeth to tease and torment it. Her hands reach for my head and I pull up.

“Keep your hands down, Ana. I’ll give you everything you need.”

Her body jerks in response and her hands slam down on the table. I use my fingers to pull the lips of her * apart. She’s beautiful. All feminine heat that is slick, wet, pale pink with darker hues slowly fading in. A work of art. I blow across the tender flesh and watch the skin react, as her clit literally pulsates. I put two of my fingers against the needy little button. Then I slowly drag them over her clit and further down until I get to her entrance. There I push the fingers, which are now coated with her juices, into her tight channel. Again my dick reacts strongly by pushing up towards her like the desperate bastard he is. He wants inside her. I want inside her. I try to hold on to why I am denying myself. I’ve never had a problem with doing that before. I never lose sight of the prize and I keep a tight leash on my desires. Ana has already managed to get me to loosen the reins way too much. I will not take her * until things are clearer, ground rules are set, and her body is demanding me beyond anything she’s experienced before. I want Ana bound to me … at least until I’m done with her.

I groan because her whole body physically shivers at my invasion. The walls of her * clamp down on my fingers, trying to pull them deeper inside. I begin moving them in and out of her, loving the way her juice pours from her and the wet sounds it makes as I f*ck her slow and hard.

“More,” she whimpers, her hands going up to palm her breasts. I watch, fascinated at the way her fingers bite into those plush mounds. The skin stretches as she pulls on her nipples. I should reprimand her for taking that privilege, but it’s too beautiful to watch. It’s so erotic I want to watch longer, but I can’t resist her pull. I place a kiss against her clit and then slide my tongue around her sweet *, gathering all the cream I can find while I continue to f*ck her with my fingers. When her body starts thrusting up to meet my fingers and her moans grow louder, I know she’s near the edge.