Free Yours for the Night by Jasmine Haynes

long. Since long before—
    “Stop,” she said against his lips. “You can think when you’re alone in your bed. Or when you’re driving to work. Or even in some boring meeting.” She rubbed her nose back and forth against his, lowered her voice. “But not now.”
    Then she backed off, gulped the rest of her champagne. “Finish so we can put the glasses down and I can have my very wicked way with you.”
    His heart stuttered, but he downed the champagne. The bubbles flooded his head with desire and need. He wanted anything she’d give him.
    “Define wicked,” he said. Words were as seductive as touches. She leaned once more over the backseat, getting rid of their glasses. Her hair brushed his shoulder, her breast stroked his arm as she settled back onto his lap. Her eyes alight with mischief, she finger-walked from his abdomen to a button on his shirt. “Well, first, I’d undo this.” She flicked it open, then another and another, and laid her palm on his chest.
    “That’s not particularly wicked.” Yet it was fun. It raised his pulse. Could she 53
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    feel the beat beneath her fingers?
    “Wicked is this,” she murmured, pinching his nipple hard. He gasped and surged against her, his cock suddenly as hard as gunmetal.
    “Christ.”
    “Wicked?”
    “Diabolical.” He liked having his nipples pinched, the harder the better, as if they had a direct line to his dick. “How’d you know?”
    She swept in to lick his ear and murmur, “Because I like my nipples pinched hard. And if I like it, why shouldn’t you?”
    He molded his hands to her breasts, pushing her off slightly. Holding her gaze, he rolled both nipples between thumb and forefinger.
    “Do it hard,” she whispered, head falling back, lids drifting closed in anticipation.
    He pinched, she peaked. Then she leaned into his touch and moaned for him.
    “I haven’t had sex in two years.” She rode his cock through his pants, undulating against him. “And this feels so good.”
    “I thought you—” He stopped. “I mean, don’t you—” He didn’t know how to finish without offending her.
    She opened her eyes slowly. “You’re my second date. And I didn’t have sex with him, at least not in the traditional sense.” She tipped her head. “Is it okay that I don’t really know what I’m doing as a courtesan?”
    Her second date? It was difficult to believe, yet he found it hard to doubt her sincerity. Maybe it was part of pretending she was his girlfriend. What the fuck, he didn’t care. She was with him for now. He shoved her hand inside his shirt again. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
    She pinched and laughed delightedly when he put his head back on the seat and groaned, his body rising involuntarily, cock grinding between her thighs.
    “Maybe I know a little bit, then,” she whispered. He laid both hands on her hips and held her tight against him, shifting slightly, rubbing until the heat of her pussy seeped through his slacks. “Tell me how you had sex with him in the nontradi tional sense.” He was curious, turned on, and slightly jealous, too, a heady combination. She gathered the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her nipples peeked above the black lace of her bra. “Lick them first.”
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    she wanted. Sliding his palms up the smooth skin of her back, he pulled her to him. “Tell me while I suck,” he murmured the moment before taking her pebbled nipple in his mouth.
    Her low moan vibrated in her chest. “It was a party, a big ballroom.” She jerked as he bit lightly, then put her hand to his head, holding him close. “We went out to the terrace.” She moaned. “Oh yes, don’t stop that.” He sucked harder, pinched her opposite peak. “I can’t remember now,” she laughed, cutting herself off mid-gasp.
    He let her go long enough to ask, “What did he look like?”