No man has ever satisfied Sabrina Breszewski in bed. She doesn't want a husband, but thanks to her grandfather's will, she needs one, and soon. Impulsively, she proposes to a stranger in the conference room at the advertising agency for which she works.
Jonas Spencer has been married before. He's a cynic, but the chance to be with the beautiful, powerful advertising executive is too good to let pass. He accepts Sabrina's proposal in exchange for the promise of the passion boiling just below the surface, the passion into which she cannot tap.
Layer by layer, he peels away her carefully-constructed façade, helping Sabrina find passion and showing her the power was always hers. As Sabrina falls in love with Jonas, she must confront the lingering shadows of his first marriage. Can she help him let go of the past, or will he use it to throw away the future?
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Casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he gripped her by the shoulders. Through the thin fabric of her blouse, Sabrina could feel that his fingers were warm and strong. She knew he was going to kiss her before his hands slid up and he threaded his fingers in her hair. It was part of the deal. She didn’t have high expectations and so she was pleasantly surprised. His lips were firm, not nearly as soft as they appeared. He didn’t pull her into him or otherwise touch her. She was a little disappointed.
When he finished, he leaned back. One arm rested on the back of the couch while the other elbow rested on the arm of the sofa. He propped his chin on his hand and studied her. She had the feeling of being dissected. “Are you a virgin?”
She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “I’m almost thirty.” It occurred to Sabrina that she knew almost nothing about Jonas. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-four. Answer the question.”
She stalled. Did he think the kiss was that bad? She’d never been accused of being a bad kisser before. “One kiss makes you think I’m a virgin?”
He shrugged again. “You’re a little passive.”
“It was a first kiss.” She was growing indignant. It wasn’t like passionate feelings had led to the kiss.
This time, she grabbed him, drawing him down to her altitude. He submitted to her, letting her control the kiss. Lightly, her lips brushed against his until she increased the pressure. Her tongue licked at his lower lip before slipping inside. He tasted warm and minty. She was determined to show him that she was an accomplished kisser.
He met her halfway, toying with her tongue until either he felt he had played with her enough or passion took over. She wasn’t sure what it was like for him, but passion was definitely a factor for her. Heat spread, warming her blood. Her heart followed suit, its rhythmic beat thumping in her ears.
She wanted to explore this unexpected chemistry, but Jonas broke the kiss and settled back against the couch. He cleared his throat. “Are you opposed to role playing?”
“I’m not into Dungeons and Dragons.” Her breathing was just beginning to normalize. Shyness took over and it was hard to look directly at him.
He smiled. “Neither am I, unless it involves some bondage and domination. Perhaps some light spanking.”
Sabrina’s eyes came close to bugging out of her head. Heat blossomed in her cheeks and spread down her neck, the tell-tale sign of a blush. She had grown up in a house where one used the ‘powder room,’ because any other term was forbidden. The taboos to which he referred were definitely not a suitable topic for conversation, even for joking.
He laughed again. She liked his laugh, but she didn’t care to be the source of his amusement. Her frustration must have shown because his tone changed to seriousness. “I meant dressing up for sex.”
“Are you talking about lingerie, or a French maid’s outfit?”
A rakish grin stretched the corners of his mouth. “Yes.”
It wasn’t a clear answer, but she knew what he meant. She shrugged, trying to fake a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “I’ve worn lingerie before, but not the other stuff. Look, I’m willing to try, but what are you going to do if I absolutely hate it?”
“Make you not hate it.” His eyes, edged with topaz, held a promise that made Sabrina catch her breath.
She really didn’t know where to go with this, but Jonas had figured out how easy it was to disconcert her, a fact she’d successfully hidden for the duration of her career. He sauntered across the room and grabbed his laptop before settling back on the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
“Booking our flight to Vegas,” he said, as if everything was settled.
Still in shock from the most explicit discussion she’d ever had with a stranger about sex, Sabrina didn’t say anything.
He found the flight, but before he booked it, he asked one last thing. “Let’s recap the terms, shall we? I am to be the best, most loving husband to you in front of your relatives. At least twice a week, I get to fuck you until you scream my name. The rest of the time, we’re friends.”
“Screaming isn’t necessary, and I wish you wouldn’t use that word,” she said.
He reached out a hand to move a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. “Screaming is absolutely necessary, and I think I’m going to like using that word around you if you’re going to blush like that.”
Cocking her head to one side, she turned on her flirtiest smile. “You’re relatively new here, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been here for more than six months, Ms. Breszewski.” He caught on to what she was doing immediately.
“I’ve heard good things about you. Can I call you Jonas?” She didn’t wait for a response. Approaching him, she fingered his tie, letting the smooth fabric caress her skin. Inches separated them. “Jonas, I’d like to see what you’re made of.”
A knowing light came into his eyes. He grasped her hips and pressed them to his pelvis, lifting her in the process. She had to grab his arms to keep from losing her balance.
“Would you?” he asked.
She imagined him throwing her on the black leather sofa in the corner of her office and holding her hands hostage as he groped under her skirt. It worked. When she looked up at him, she had the right look on her face, the one that begged him the way he liked. Despite the green tie, his eyes darkened to topaz. Instantly, he dropped to his knees.
His large, warm hands followed her stockings up, disappearing under her skirt. She hadn’t worn the cream one with the lace hem. This one was black. It flared under her hips, making her seem curvier than she was. She always thought it made her look a little plump, but Jonas assured her that men the world over didn’t share her opinion.
He stopped, his hands stuttering when they reached bare flesh. For the first time, she wore a pair of thigh-highs. He glanced up, burning her with his tawny eyes.
His hands retreated, but only for a moment. This time, when he ran his hands up her legs, he raised her skirt as well. She watched his face as he discovered she wore no panties, only a garter to hold up the stockings. He stared at the V of hair pointing to his destination, mesmerized.
Sabrina was becoming heady with power. “Lick me,” she commanded.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice strangled and his breathing uneven.
She thought he would want her to lie down on the couch or at least lean against her desk, but they were in the middle of the room and nothing was nearby. With a move that was much more decisive and confident than she felt, Sabrina widened her stance.
He rotated her hips forward, spreading her wider with the movement and parting her with his thumbs. Without hesitating, he opened his mouth. His face disappeared, leaving only the top of his sunstreaked hair nestled against her deep brown curls.
The first sensation was heat, pure molten lava that made her inhale sharply. Strong and talented, his tongue caressed her as erotically as he promised. Her legs trembled, and she swayed. He broke off sharply, catching her before she fell, and guided her back several steps to lean against the front of her desk.
His tongue returned to its exploits and she gripped the desk, luxuriating in the tiny pain the edge caused as it dug into the palm of her hands. If Jonas had taught her nothing else, he taught her that she liked when control was taken from her, leaving her with no choice but to reach climax. It was to be her release in more ways than one. In taking control from her, he often handled her roughly, but never rough enough to leave marks or bruises. Jonas definitely knew her body’s limits.
Now he was gentle, almost reverent. It wasn’t enough. Jonas was not handling her roughly and she needed more if she was going to come. Letting the desk dig into her hands went a small way toward that end.
The pressure between her legs changed. His mouth opened more, biting her clitoris sharply. Sabrina yelped at the unexpectedness of the pain and wetness flooded her pussy. She felt self-conscious at the thought of her juices pouring into his mouth, but he moaned into her flesh, sucking harder and harder.
Capturing her swollen and throbbing clit between his teeth, he drew it into his mouth, stretching it. Cold fire raced through Sabrina, passion mixed with a titillating sharpness. She moaned and leaned back, not to escape him, but because her knees would no longer support her weight.
Without seeming to move, he thrust a finger inside, pinching the thin skin there with the thumb that remained on the outside. She nearly came with the sharpness of the pinch.
Two more fingers joined the first, stretching her from the inside as his strong lips kept her clit elongated. She came on him, just like he wanted, her juices soaking his fingers and filling his mouth. She knew she was loud and there was a better than even chance that someone standing near one of her doors would hear her, but she didn’t care. She knew it pleased him to have it so.
He stood, kissing her as hard as he sucked her a moment ago. Her musky taste lingered on his lips and tongue, giving her a taste of her essential femaleness.
Reaching between them, she loosed his belt and opened his pants. He was inside her before she was able to fully move his boxer briefs out of the way, riding the waves of her waning orgasm. He pushed her knees up so that her feet rested on the edge of the desk and he held them there with his shoulders as he leaned over her.
She couldn’t hang on to him in this position. She was forced to balance by resting her weight on her hands behind her. She let her head fall back and she concentrated on the growing tension, forgetting everything except Jonas and the way he made her feel.