Free Just One Night: Part 5 by Elle Casey Page A

just before moaning again. His hips strain up to meet me and his breathing picks up. “Bloody hell, you know exactly how to get to me, don’t you?”
    I sure hope so , I think to myself as I run my hand up and down the length of his cock while keeping my mouth on the end.
    It doesn’t take long. I’ve stroked him a couple dozen times and done all kinds of tongue gymnastics on the head of his dick, and I can tell he’s already losing control. I love a man who is so responsive.
    “Darling, I’m nearing the end,” he says, his voice strained.
    I take this as his friendly warning to watch out if I don’t want to be involved in the actual orgasm, but I’m not going to quit now. I’m too turned-on to let him finish without me. Something about William makes me want to do things I wouldn’t normally want to do.
    “Dammit! Fuck!” he yells, grabbing my blouse at my back and twisting it into a knot. His hips thrust up several times in a row as he reaches orgasm. I pray no one is walking around in the parking lot right now because there’s no way either of us could stop.
    I sit up once he’s recovered enough to stop seizing and take a long drink from the bottle of water I have in my purse. I can’t look at him, too embarrassed to face him after doing what I did. The heat of the moment had me riding the sexy train, but now I feel like I’m on the short bus instead. Did I do the wrong thing? Is he going to think less of me now? Was that too slutty?
    “Jennifer,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath, “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a special gift, but can I just say right now that you are the sexiest fucking woman I have ever known in my entire life?”
    I try not to giggle, but it’s really hard. “Is that so?” I take another gulp of water, hoping like hell that I don’t have nasty breath. If he tries to kiss me will I let him? Yes, I think I will. It’s so intimate, but we’ve done just about everything else. And I feel so comfortable with him. It’s crazy to think we’ve only known each other a few weeks. It seems more like years.
    “Yes, that is so,” he confirms. “And if it’s isn’t too much to ask, I’m just curious, is there any chance of you ever doing that again? Because if there is, I will do pretty much anything you ask to make that come to fruition.”
    I shrug. “Close another ten million dollar deal and we’ll see.”
    He sits up straight and buckles and zips his pants, tucking his shirt in when he’s finished. “Done. Consider it done and dusted. I’ll have another one wrapped up by six this evening.”
    I laugh. “Easy, killer.”
    He starts up the car and pulls out of the parking lot. “We’re off to meet with Edward. Shall I drop you home or will you accompany me?”
    “Drop me home,” I say, floating around on cloud nine somewhere. “I’ll let you and Edward duke it out without me.”
    “Wise move.” He stops at a red light and leans over, pulling me to him by the back of my neck. “You are mine and I adore you,” he says, before pressing a seriously hot kiss to my lips.
    “Ooo, I like it when you get all bossy,” I say, leaning back in my seat as he takes off in first gear.
    He glances over at me, his gaze going dark. “Oh, you have no idea what I have in store for you.”
    My heart goes crazy and my panties go wet with desire. I cannot wait to see what he means by that.

CHAPTER TEN
    William

    I’VE COME READY FOR BATTLE, but I shouldn’t have bothered. Edward’s not shirty at all. He looks more as if he’s been run over by a lorry.
    “What happened to you?” I ask, sitting down across the desk from him. It rankles that he’s in the Italian leather and I’m in the vinyl, but I say not a word about it. I don’t want to give him the upper hand.
    “Scotland happened to me. You happened to me.” He rests his forehead in his hand. “I’m completely knackered, and I’ve a stonking migraine that won’t quit with all this bloody bumpf