His Permanent Mistress: Mistress Under Contract. Kate Hardy

‘I think I can keep up.’

      Fact was he wasn’t going fast enough. Would he just get her panties off! He bent to her again but she couldn’t stand it. The sensation of his mouth on her, his tongue tasting, but that scrap of silk in the way. She went to rectify it herself, her hands going to the elastic waistband, tugging it down, but his hands covered hers, stopping her actions.

      He looked up at her. ‘I like to unwrap my presents slowly, savour each part as it’s revealed.’

      ‘I like to rip the paper off and play with the toy right away.’

      ‘This isn’t going to be over in thirty seconds, Lucy. This isn’t one toy that you’re going to play with, break and forget about in five minutes.’

      Their eyes met in deadlock.

      ‘You think?’ She’d better forget about him in five minutes. This was so not a good idea but, hell, too late now.

      ‘I know.’

      His confidence simultaneously annoyed and excited her. ‘Prove it.’

      He threw his head back and laughed. ‘I don’t need to prove it, Trouble. I only have to touch you like this and I know.’ He slid a finger under the leg of her panties and stroked—just the once. She clamped her jaw to stop the moan escaping.

      ‘See?’ His finger left her panties again. ‘Now where was I?’ He looked down again. ‘Unwrapping.’

      He ran his tongue along the edge of her panties. Her stomach muscles contracted. His hands slid up her torso to toy with her breasts again. It was then she realised Daniel might not play as fair as he ought. He was deliberately setting out to torment her.

      That thought gave her the licence to abandon herself completely. Give over to his way of doing things. Let him have this moment. She’d have her turn shortly. Fine. That wasn’t so difficult. So she let go, her hips moving as she wanted, rising to meet his kisses, enabling him to remove her panties inch by painfully slow inch. She let her arms float in the air as he buried his face into her—learning her.

      When his tongue flicked against her, her whole body tensed. His rhythm increased. Oh, yes. She’d take it now. Moments from climax, she called to him. ‘Oh, yes. Yes!’

      Then suddenly he slowed, right when she wanted it fast to take her that last inch to ecstasy.

      And while it was wildly frustrating it was also incredibly intense, ratcheting up her excitement to a level she hadn’t known was possible. Then he began to speed up again.

      She smiled as she sighed. This time.

      But just as she neared he slowed again—right down. Torturous.

      ‘Daniel.’

      He lifted his head and gave her a wicked look. ‘I’m not boring you now, am I?’

      She threw him a look of utter venom and he threw back his head and laughed. Then the smile turned sinful again and he bent to tease her some more.

      She felt even more excited by the way he’d suddenly become so playful, provocative, passionate. But it was time for her to take charge. Heat flooded through her, as did a surge of female strength. She sat up, slipping her hips back from him. He looked up.

      ‘Come here.’

      He pulled up onto the pool table, stretching out beside her.

      She ran a forceful arm from his shoulder to belly. ‘Don’t think you can mess with me, Daniel.’

      ‘Why? What are you going to do about it?’

      Make him pay. He’d said she was a tease, although it seemed to her that the boot was on the other foot—his. Well, she could give as good as she got.

      She pushed his chest so he lay down and moved to straddle him. Then she slid up onto his belly so his erection didn’t press against her—she knew her own limitations and getting too close to that would be game over. She leant over him, watching as his pupils widened the nearer her breasts got. She knew he liked them, had seen him sneaking quick peeks at them from the moment they’d first met. The way he’d been burying his face in them when she’d been getting the condom had been a bit of a give-away too. She brushed her nipples against his open mouth. Shivered as he expertly caught one in his mouth. She let him tease a little before pulling back. He was going to be the one in trouble.

      She bent, trailing kisses down his chest, wanting to get to know him—all of him. But he grabbed her hair, pulling her away from him. Took her by the shoulders and lifted her to lie beside him. Then he rolled onto her, trapped her. She was happy to be caught. He held her gaze. ‘What do you want from me?’

      ‘Everything you have to offer.’ Flippant but at the same time, for once in her life, totally honest.

      ‘And what do I get in return?’

      ‘The same.’ She ran her hand across his shoulders, the heady passion making her reveal more than she intended. ‘You have such a beautiful body.’

      ‘So it’s my body you want. Not my mind?’

      She frowned. ‘I think we should leave our minds out of it.’ She reached up to touch him again, breathe in his scent. ‘No thoughts. No analysis…’

      ‘No regrets.’ He kissed her. ‘Just tonight. Just once.’

      He’d told her in the temp agency he didn’t do commitment. Nor did she—not with him. Neither of them would ever commit to their polar opposite.

      She kissed her acquiescence. Once was just fine—so long as it was right now.

      He lifted his head and muttered, ‘Where’s the condom?’

      She found it near the top right-hand pocket of the pool table. She grabbed it, pausing as she saw he lay in the rectangle of light from the streetlights outside. Stretched out like some superb sex god—relaxed but ready for action.

      He’d slipped his boxers off while she’d retrieved the packet so she saw him utterly naked for the first time.

      She drew in another sharp breath. Thank God he’d had the towel around him at the pool the other day—if he’d been in swimwear designed to show off that bulge she’d have been hard pressed not to have pounced sooner. As it was she was about to do something stupid but it was far, far too late. Her brain was rendered inoperable. All she wanted was him. Her hands shook.

      ‘Everything OK?’

      ‘Oh, yes.’ She glanced down again. ‘Fine.’

      ‘Sure?’

      ‘Uh-huh.’ She couldn’t get the packet open, her fingers were so clumsy.

      All she wanted was for him to be inside her. Now, now, now. She wanted to explore him.

      He chuckled. ‘Let me do that.’

      He had it open in a second and rolled it on—she drank in every detail as he did so. Oh. Yes.

      He looked up at her. Reached a hand out to caress the side of her cheek and draw her close for another blistering kiss. How could he affect her like this? How could she have lost all defences just like that?

      He gently pushed her back, taking control, setting up their position. A good thing seeing how she’d seemed to have lost all capability. He kissed down the length of her again, his hands teased as her body trembled. She was at the point of losing it. She wound her arms around him, pulled at him to come back up her, to lie on her, to push that magnificent penis in where it belonged. Her breathing was audible—half moans, almost entreaties. Uncaring of how desperate she sounded, she called to him. There was no room for a cool, sarcastic veneer here. The only thing in her mind and body was want. He moved to answer her.

      She parted her legs, wriggled her hips, positioning them to cradle his. She nipped at his lips. ‘Don’t even think about stopping now.’

      ‘No,’