A Win-Win Proposition. Cat Schield

still more and watched her climax unfold. Watched her unravel. It was a thing of beauty.

      And he needed to be a part of it.

      Fumbling his belt free with one hand while his other continued the movement that would extend her orgasm, he succeeded in getting his pants and boxers down far enough to free his erection. Harder than he ever remembered being in his entire life, he slid up her body and placed his tip at her entrance. Braced above her, he paused for a fraction of a second to ask himself what he was doing. Before the answer came, her hips lifted off the carpet, taking him in an inch. The silken caress smothered the voice of reason. He thrust forward. She was both tight and slick. The last pulses of her orgasm sucked him in.

      The wonder that settled over her features matched the sensation expanding in his chest.

      “Missy?” His fingertips grazed her cheek.

      Her eyes flashed open, unfocused and dazed.

      “Don’t stop now,” she whispered, depositing a clumsy kiss on his chin. “It was just getting good.”

      She wrapped arms and legs around his body, binding him to her as he began to move. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled out of him at the incredible slide of their bodies. They fit together as if she’d been fashioned for him alone. The sensation was beyond anything he’d ever felt before.

      Pressure built in his groin no matter how he tried to hold it off. He wanted to savor the moment as long as possible. But her movements beneath him were impossible to resist and he drove furiously to his own finish. As with her, the orgasm hit him hard and without warning. Stars exploded behind his eyes as he emptied himself into her.

      And collapsed, breathing hard, too spent to consider the consequences of what he’d just done.

      Three

      So that’s what all the fuss was about.

      Too exhausted to hold on any longer, Missy let her arms fall away from Sebastian’s shoulders. He lay with his face buried in her neck. His chest pumped against hers as if he’d finished a mile-long sprint. She marveled at the feel of him buried inside her.

      He filled her unlike any man she’d ever known. Of course, there’d only been two. Tim and her high school boyfriend, so she didn’t have much to compare him to, but deep down where it counted, she knew that only one in ten million men could have done the things to her that he just had.

      “Well, that was something,” she said into the silence, her heart clenching in a manner that had nothing to do with her winded state. Repercussions swarmed her mind. She shoved the irksome thoughts away. She didn’t want this moment to be tainted by regrets. What she did want was much less clear.

      Sebastian had always been able to jumble her emotions. He could make her hungry for his approval and curse his pig-headedness in the space of one conversation. She craved his full attention but feared the effect it had on her hormones.

      So, what did she want? An honest answer eluded her. Since she was fifteen, she’d let her family’s expectations subjugate her heart’s desires. Liberating her wants was as uncomfortable as standing from a crouch held for hours. Just as muscles and joints protested being used again after a long period of inactivity, so did her spirit.

      Fear drove a spike of doubt into her chest. She closed her eyes until the pain eased. In her mind, she summoned every fantasy about Sebastian that she’d stockpiled during her four years of working for him. Was it reckless to want to explore a couple dozen?

      Absolutely.

      But if she couldn’t check her inhibitions at the door in Vegas, where could she?

      Her fingers itched to wander over Sebastian’s back, shoulders, face, but he’d shuttered emotion and passion behind his granite features, and her earlier boldness was in short supply.

      Glancing down his body, she stared, dumbfounded, at the erotic picture that greeted her. Her splayed legs cradled her oh-so-formal boss. The sight of him so intimately arrayed between her thighs, still mostly dressed, flooded her with satisfaction and possessiveness. He was hers. At least for tonight.

      It thrilled her to have driven the impassive Sebastian Case to make love to her on the floor. He hadn’t even gotten his pants all the way down. Or his coat off. She bet his tie was still perfectly knotted. The image of them with clothes askew in such a compromising position struck her funny bone. If her friends in the office could see them now. Few would believe that the decisive, controlled Sebastian Case could have gotten swept away by the moment. And not one would believe he would have done it with her.

      He lifted his head, eyebrows hammering together as he stared at her mouth and the grin she couldn’t control. “Did you plan this?”

      “No.”

      Her wager had been desperate and mad. She’d never dreamed she’d win. Or that he’d actually honor the bet.

      If she’d had any inkling, she would have stood at that roulette table, tongue-tied and as trapped by her family’s expectations as ever. Even now, if she opened the door to her rational side even a crack, she’d start to hyperventilate at the stark reality of her and Sebastian together like this.

      She waited for him to move, but nothing happened. Was he intending on staying like this all night? Not that she was complaining. Just thinking about it caused an immediate spike in her hormones. Tiny ripples of delight, aftershocks of that last incredible orgasm, tugged in her loins.

      Chaos muddled her emotions. She cleared her throat. “So, what do we do now?”

      For a long moment he stared down at her in that unfathomable way of his. Then, he seemed to arrive at some sort of decision. Tension seeped out of him. “What would you like to do?”

      Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

      “You appear stumped.” He eyed her. “Would you like me to offer some suggestions? I am at your disposal for the night.”

      Irony rode his tone. Missy chomped on her lower lip. Was that true? Did he intend to let her have her way with him? As if she could. He could snap her like a twig. Not that he would.

      “You’re frowning.” He dusted his lips between her brows. “What’s on your mind?”

      His kiss relaxed her and increased her tension at the same time. Soothed her soul and awakened her desires.

      “I don’t have much experience with men like you,” she admitted. “I’m not sure of my options.”

      “I see.”

      Was he laughing at her? Missy surveyed his expression. Neutral. No amusement crinkled the skin around his eyes or curved his lips.

      She began again. “I mean, we’ve already done a couple things …” She ran out of words about the same time she ran out of bravado.

      “So we have.”

      “What would you suggest?”

      Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled until she sat on him. “We have lots of things we could do next.”

      Where a second earlier she’d been exhausted, being on top inspired a rush of exhilaration. “Such as?”

      His eyes burned with scarcely banked desire as he watched her. “There’s quite a list.”

      “Starting with?”

      “I could tell you.” A second later he’d rolled her beneath him once again.

      Breathless and lightheaded, she clutched at his shoulders while he dusted her chin, her eyes, her nose with his lips. The light kisses frustrated and aroused.

      “Or?” She groaned as he framed her face with his hands and continued to ply her skin with gentle sweeps of his soft lips.

      “Or.” He drew the word out, nipping her neck, making her shudder. “I could show you.”

      His offer liberated