Free Private Scandal by Jenna Bayley-Burke Page A

no one else thought to guess. Now it was true, but in an entirely different way than she’d hoped.
    “Oh, Meg, there is nothing I wouldn’t give you.” He closed his eyes and gently brought his lips to hers. The intimacy of the moment made her heart lurch and her eyes started to prickle. If only he’d given her the one thing she’d always wanted, her entire world would be different and it wouldn’t have cost him a dime.
    She moved her mouth to his neck, and then his collar bone, not wanting the familiarity of his kiss. If he could continue to play her while they were in bed together, then he had been playing her all along. Sadness washed over her as she continued to kiss her way down his body.
    The thing about the last time you make love with your lover, is that rarely do you realize it is the last time. If she had, she would have done something more exciting than lingerie after dinner.
    This time would be the very last chance she ever had to love him. She wanted to make it good, as close to unforgettable as she could manage, and still accomplish her secondary goal. She laved his nipples, admiring the leanness of his body. She savored each plane and ridge of muscle, her hands and mouth traveling the path they knew so well. She found the firm edge where the muscles of his torso met his hip. The smooth skin was soft beneath her lips and she pressed her teeth deeper into his flesh by slow degrees. With her hands, she pulled at his jeans and boxer briefs. Brandon was so enthralled he helped her rid him of his clothing while she made sure her own brand of damage was done. She wrapped her hand around his erection again, stroking him while she pulled the sensitive skin of his hip into her mouth.
    He groaned and bucked into her hand, satisfying the primal part of her that wanted, needed to know her power. Content that she’d done what she’d set out to, she moved on.
    Wrapping her hand around the base of him, she played with his balls and trailed her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. He hissed at the attention and tangled his hands in her hair.
    She ran her tongue along the swollen head of him until a tangy bead glistened at the tip of him. Then she took him in her mouth, her lips stretching around him while she flicked the underside with her tongue. As she eased him deeper into her mouth, she softened her tongue and sucked, using her experience with what he liked just as he had done for her.
    Her body began to tingle anew as she began to slide him slowly in and out of her mouth, using her hand to massage the lower half of his shaft. Her mouth and hand worked in practiced harmony as memories of other times they’d been together this way flooded her mind. Scenes from the balcony of his penthouse, her car, his shower, the stairway of the Hansen Auditorium where they’d been attending some ridiculously long fundraiser and she hadn’t been able to stand the way women were swirling around him.
    Brandon fisted his hands in her hair, his breathing becoming rough pants as his balls tightened and his legs tensed. Megan hadn’t realized she’d increased her pace as the memories played through her mind like naughty movies. She absorbed his growing fervor, her boldness growing in time with his pleasure. His hips rocked to the same rhythm as her mouth and she released his balls, pressing that hand between her own legs to relieve the pressure building there.
    It all felt so incredibly good, so amazingly right, that she knew her own orgasm wouldn’t be far behind his. His fingers clenched in her hair and she knew he was closing in, so she rubbed her fingers against her swollen clit, chasing down her climax as she brought his to him. His hips jerked and shook, so she stroked and sucked harder, her heart hammering in her chest in eager anticipation.
    Brandon roared her name as he spurted down her throat. She swallowed quickly, her hands starting to shake as her stomach fluttered and hot bolts of sensation coursed