Up All Night. Joanne Rock

enough to swivel her body, planting his feet on the floor and seating her on the couch to give himself leverage. If good sex owed anything to mechanics, he’d get this right for her. Control or no control, damn it.

      Slipping two fingers between their bodies he found her clit and circled. Her thighs tightened and he picked up speed as he moved inside her, the couch cushions sliding beneath them as he thrust.

      Her cries increased as his fingers worked, the broken words panting, chanting in his ear.

      “Please, please, please. Yes, right there.”

      He could feel the throbbing of her feminine muscles, the clamping and unclamping until she squeezed him so damn tight he couldn’t hold back another second.

      “Ooh!” Her shout of satisfaction mingled with his own, their voices ragged and rough while their bodies hummed and vibrated together in one last straining dance.

      Jenny’s breathing slowed and finally evened out, but Devon didn’t think he could move. Not quite yet anyway. Their bodies remained sealed together by sweat and sex, skin sticking to the leather sofa. He just lay slumped over her, replete, and listened to her breathe while the sounds of a ruckus in the suite next door floated through the wall. Not a ruckus exactly, just some headboard banging that made the pictures—all framed views of Atlantic City—vibrate against the wall.

      Jenny didn’t seem to notice or chose to ignore the slight racket as she smiled up at him, the candle glow reflected in her eyes.

      “That was quite a ride.” Her mussed hair only made her look sexier, like a wanton angel come to tempt him. “No wonder you love your job.”

      IN THE SUITE next door, David Brady rode the petite brunette he’d chosen for tonight’s fun and found himself frustratingly distracted by thoughts of the little Miss Innocent he’d had drinks with earlier that night.

      Jenny.

      He didn’t usually like blondes, especially the naive variety, so he’d been all too happy to pass up on her charms in favor of someone more experienced.

      Like Sasha, here.

      “Oh please, don’t hurt me,” she cried out in mock fear over the noise of the black lacquer headboard rapping the wall behind it, her panting breaths coming even faster than his lightning-quick thrusts. “I’m so sorry I was a naughty girl.”

      David knew Sasha the cocktail waitress wasn’t one bit sorry since she’d come twice already while she talked herself into a frenzy. He peered down at her upturned cheeks as he plowed into her from behind and wondered how to get the blonde out of his head long enough to enjoy his time with the saucy server who’d fondled him under the table tonight when Jenny had gotten up to powder her nose before their drinks arrived.

      Really, how could he expect a novice like the De-Luxe proprietor to compete with the waitress who’d gotten inside his zipper in two seconds flat, all without anyone realizing what she was up to?

      And yet…

      Something about Jenny Moore had called to him. She obviously liked him more than he’d realized since there’d been a moment she looked totally distraught once he excused himself from their date. And that adoration appealed to him. Had he been too hasty in choosing the quick payoff over a woman that might have been more intriguing in the long run?

      “Oh yes!” Sasha shouted, spreading herself wider for him, all while shifting his hand to her bottom and making not-so-veiled references to her need to be disciplined.

      How did he end up with all the S and M junkies lately?

      Not wanting to disappoint her, he trotted out a few stock “bad girl” phrases to keep her in the mood, his brain miles away from the sex that left him rock-hard even after two hours of antics with his energetic bed partner. He prided himself on being a skilled lover, enjoying the thrill that came with giving a woman everything she wanted until all she saw was him.

      But tonight, for some reason, that wasn’t enough.

      Maybe it was time for him to challenge his sexual prowess. Test his powers of seduction. Women like Sasha were so easy to please. There wasn’t the thrill of the chase the way there would be by courting an innocent like Jenny.

      How would he strategize her seduction? She had some phobias. Fears.

      Rolling Sasha to her side for a better angle, David thought maybe he could overcome Jenny’s fear of strange places by taking her someplace safe. Secluded. She’d feel more comfortable if she could simply concentrate on getting to know him. And he could discover all her sexual secrets, all the things that made her unravel.

      Already the idea teased his imagination, tempted him out of this evening’s ennui so that he could enjoy the feel of Sasha around him.

      Did it really matter that he had to envision Sasha as an innocent blonde instead of a sizzling, knowing brunette? The firebrand waitress would never know the difference. She was too busy staving off another orgasm.

      Seizing any idea that would salvage the night for him, David reached for his discarded tie tangled up in the bed linens.

      “Bad girls need discipline,” he reminded Sasha, sliding the silk around her eyes and knotting the ends behind her head. “I think you’re going to have to work a little harder to please me after the way you sent my date running tonight.”

      “Very naughty of me, wasn’t it?” Sasha smiled. He could tell from the way the blindfold lifted on her ears, her cheekbones shifting with the movement.

      She was sassy and full of herself, and David promised himself to give her everything she asked for and more. Right after he finished his daydream about satisfying Jenny Moore beyond her wildest dreams.

      He needed an innocent in his life now that he’d finally found his rightful acceptance in his father’s world. And Jenny was a woman he could trust not to embarrass him at corporate functions and feel up his coworkers under the table when he wasn’t looking.

      He couldn’t bring women like Sasha around Shore Engineers, not with know-it-all engineers like Devon Baines ready to steal away everything he’d worked so hard for since his father died. The thought of Devon, the protégé David’s father had fawned all over when he turned his back on David, made him thrust into Sasha a bit harder than he’d intended.

      But she liked those kinds of games anyway, right? She’d forgive him.

      His seed spilling in her tight passage, David shouted his fulfillment, but even that didn’t bring him as much pleasure as he’d hoped since the name on his lips wasn’t the sweaty waitress who had practically begged him to take her to his room. It was Jenny Moore with all the irrational fears and issues they’d talked about online for two months. He should have never given her over to Baines, thinking she’d annoy someone who prided himself on having his life so perfectly ordered.

      No, David should have realized the sweet intensity a softer female could bring to his bed.

      His cock bobbed responsively at the thought while Sasha recovered from their third go-round in the sack. Had she come that last time? He hated that he didn’t even know. But he was too busy dreaming up plans for winning back the woman who could help him secure his future as head of his father’s company despite the selfish old man’s wishes.

       4

      JENNY MOORE —Manhunter Extraordinaire.

      She smiled to herself as she watched Devon move about the hotel room, picking up champagne glasses and straightening a couple pieces of furniture gone slightly askew in their frenzied need for one another. How delicious that he felt the need for order, this wild man who’d just spoiled her for sex with any other male. Gotta love that engineer attention to detail, especially when the details included every inch of her body.

      Except that she wouldn’t love this man. She would simply pleasure herself—and him—with this red-hot chemistry they’d discovered until they were both too exhausted to move. And that’s what qualified