Free When You Defy Me (When I'm With You Part 2) by Beth Kery

Because no matter how she clouded his logic when he needed it most, she was a temptation that surpassed all others.
    Elise didn’t know what had happened to her. One moment, she’d been dumbfounded by what appeared to be the sight of Lucien
     eavesdropping—spying—on Ian Noble. Next, she’d been stunned at the feeling of his firm, persuasive lips moving over her own,
     spinning a spell of silence. Then she’d been luxuriating in his kiss and the sensation of his long, solid male body pressed
     against her own. She felt his cock harden next to her lower belly as their tongues slid and dueled and tangled together. Desire
     unfurled in her at the evidence of his stark arousal. She had touched, petted, and sucked her share of cocks, but this ripping,
     lightning strike of lust she experienced, this was different . . . a sharp, biting, imperative need. She had reached the age
     of twenty-four and never even glimpsed the edge of desire until Lucien.
    She stared up at his shadowed, compelling visage a moment later when he sealed the electric kiss. His body throbbed next
     to her, hot, male, and primed. He lifted a long finger and pressed it fleetly against his lips before he grabbed her hand.
     She followed him without question, the luxurious fabrics and carpet of the penthouse muting their hasty tread. She would have
     followed him to the gallows after the shock of that kiss.
    He opened a heavy door along an unfamiliar hallway and pulled her into a room. When he closed the door, it plunged them into
     complete darkness. Suddenly, her back was pressed against the door by his large, hard body.
    “You never give up, do you?” he breathed out, the hint of anger in his amused tone thrilling instead of alarming her. “The
     only thing you were missing was the pole while you danced up there on the terrace,” he said next to her mouth before he nipped
     at her lower lip. A ripple of excitement went through her.
    “Were you jealous? Turned on?” she asked softly, plucking at his lips in return. He tasted wonderful.
    “Wasn’t that the entire point? I want you to know that I’m going to punish you for teasing me that way. Then you had your
     fun by almost giving me away about the dancing, didn’t you?”
    “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
    “Of course you didn’t. You never do.”
    “The slipup was an honest mistake,” she said breathlessly as they nibbled at each other’s mouth and her body seemed to liquefy
     from a rush of heat.
    “Was it a mistake the way you were gyrating all over Caden? I felt like I was watching you two having sex with your clothes
     on. And what about just now . . . what the hell do you think you were doing in that hallway?” he asked, a new edge to his
     tone.
    “I wasn’t doing anything but looking for you!”
    “You weren’t doing anything but poking at the sleeping snake again. Some things never change,” he muttered, shifting his
     hips so that his erection slid against her belly. She heard the dark amusement in his tone. He touched her jaw with caressing
     fingertips, then brushed her sensitive lips. “Now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences, aren’t you?” he asked,
     his voice a low, sensual threat.
    Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears in the oppressive silence. Even though it was pitch-black in the room, she pictured his
     small smile . . . the glint of a dare in his eyes.
    Pride warred with desire.
    Desire won.
    She reached between their bodies and outlined the contours of his erection
. Oh
. His testicles felt full—fuller than any man’s she’d ever touched. It excited her, that evidence of his blatant masculinity.
     His cock rode down his left thigh. She stroked him through his pants, her eyes widening in the darkness. His low, rough groan
     sent tendrils of excitement through her lower belly and sex. Her fingers trembled as she unfastened his trousers. She wrapped
     her hand around his thick, tumescent staff a moment later and whimpered.
    “That’s