The Pairing (The Proposition #3)(55)

She teasingly pinched his arm. “I was going to say exquisitely amazing.”

“I’m sure you were.”

Reaching between them, she took his erection in her hands. “Good thing I’m about to get on my knees because I don’t think I could stand after all that,” she said, with a teasing wink. Bending her head, she began trailing kisses down his wet chest. As she stroked him, she took time to kiss and then suck on his ni**les. His groan told her she was finding some of his most sensitive places. After teasing his ni**les to erect points, she continued on down his delicious washboard abs and through the dark hair that crowned his erection.

Sinking down onto the floor of the tub, she stroked him hard from base to tip. When his chest began to heave, she leaned over to slide him into her mouth. “Megan,” he groaned, his fingers coming to tangle in the wet strands of her hair. She took him as far back as she could before sliding him out. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive head before she suctioned it. When she released him again, she began long licks up his length. Then she once again slid him in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down his length. His groans began to echo throughout the bathroom.

“Oh, Megan,” Pesh murmured. His grip on her hair tightened as he flexed his h*ps to go even deeper into her mouth. When he started tightening up, he tried to pull away, but she gripped his thighs and held him in place. He cried out and then came in a rush into her mouth. She swallowed all of him before she glanced up to see him staring down at her with such adoration in his face.

“Thank you.”

As he fell free from her mouth, she smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He helped her up off the tub floor. “We better hurry up before we use all the hot water in these old pipes.”

“I think you would probably do a good job keeping me warm.”

He smiled. “I feel the same way about you.”

Although they were tempted for another round, Megan knew Pesh didn’t want to chance it without any condoms. Instead, she tore herself away from him when they finished their shower. She blew her hair dry while he got dressed. Once she finished, he helped her slide back into her dress. Then they left their suite without even turning down the bed.

When they got downstairs, Megan inwardly groaned that the same man was at the reception desk. She knew from his expression that he recognized them as well. As Pesh handed him the key card, Megan decided to make the most of the situation.

She rubbed Pesh’s arm. “Thanks again, Mr. Nadeen. Make sure to call me again next time you’re in Savannah. I love big spenders like you,” she purred.

While the man’s eyes bulged, Pesh stared at Megan like she had grown another head. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words of admonishment came out. When he finally, recovered, he tersely replied, “I’ll try to remember that, Miss McKenzie.”

Truly playing her part, Megan turned on her heels and started walking across the lobby. She didn’t get far before Pesh was at her side. After shoving the hotel bill into his suit pocket, he slid his arm around her waist, drawing her close against him. “You are in so much trouble,” he growled into her ear.

She giggled as they walked out of the hotel. “Mmm, are you going to punish me by taking me over your knee and spanking me?”

“I just might,” he replied.

Tilting her head, she eyed him in the street lights. “You can’t seriously expect me to believe that you of all people are into BDSM?”

“No, I’m not.”

She snorted. “Once again, that doesn’t surprise me.”

When he stopped walking right in the middle of the crowded street, she stared up at him in surprise. “A good spanking, some handcuffs, and a blindfold all have possibilities. As far as all that other stuff?” His thumb came up to trail slowly across her bottom lip. “If one truly knows how to f**k, you don’t need any accessories and embellishments.”

She licked her lips as a little shiver went down her spine. “And you certainly know what you’re doing. You just got me wet right here in the middle of the street.”

His jaw clenched as he took her by the arm. “Don’t say anything else like that. I need to get you home.”

“To your bed?” she asked.

“I wish. But you need to go home to your family.”

Megan didn’t argue with him because she knew he was right. She had a son to think about. Regardless of how tempting it was, she just couldn’t go on some pleasure binge when she was a mother. But there was a part of Megan that didn’t want the bubble to burst by leaving Pesh and going home to her regular life. She wanted nothing more than go back to his place. Sex with Pesh had been phenomenal. And despite being a little sore from underuse, she certainly felt ready for more. Sex, that was.

Pesh grabbed them a taxi, and they made the drive back to the airport. Even though they didn’t speak, Megan didn’t feel awkward around him after what they had done. He sat as close to her as he could with her hand clasped in his.

Once they got back to the plane, she felt exhaustion begin to set in. Leaning back against the headrest, she closed her eyes as Pesh went about getting them ready to take off. She only opened her eyes again when she felt them start racing down the runway. When they got into the air, she couldn’t help sitting on the edge of her seat and peering out the windows at the city lights. “It’s so beautiful in the dark.”