A Dangerously Sexy Affair. Stefanie London

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      Cupping the back of her head, he slid his tongue across her lips, opening her. Allowing her to taste herself.

      She moaned into him and heat fanned out across her chest as he moved down her body. There was something graceful about his movement, something sleek and elegant and primal. He captured a nipple with his lips and sucked. Hard.

      “Oh.” Words escaped her as he laved her breast, tugging, licking, worshipping.

      “What do you want, Pink?”

      “I want... Ahhhhh.”

      Colors danced behind her closed eyelids as he pushed his hips against hers, his length rubbing over her still-sensitive sex. Denim rasped over her soft skin, the steely hardness making her pulse race.

      “Say it,” he growled against her breast, his teeth working her into a frenzy. “Tell me.”

      “I want you inside me,” she gasped.

      “No.”

      Her head snapped up, eyes unblinking. If she didn’t have him now, she might explode... At the very least she’d wear her vibrator out trying to make up for not having him. “What do you mean?”

      “I still don’t know your name.” He released his grip, bringing his head up to lock that electric gaze straight on her.

      “I’m Pink,” she stammered, the haze of excitement fogging her mind.

      “Your real name.” A dark curl fell over his forehead and he brushed it aside.

      “What does it matter?” She pushed herself up and reached for the top button of his shirt. “It won’t change how incredible this is going to be.”

      “I remember the name of every girl I’ve ever slept with, and if this is going to be as incredible as I think it will be...” He paused.

      Flattening her palms against his chest, she pushed him back until he sat on his heels. “Yes?”

      “I want to know what name to moan in your ear when I’m inside you.”

      Quinn’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Dark hair dusted his chest, tapering to a V down the hard plane of his stomach and dipping below the waistband of his jeans.

      She sucked in a breath and tried to steady herself. She never lost her wits, ever. Aiden, however, was doing crazy things to her. Crazy, astoundingly pleasurable things.

      “It’s Quinn,” she said, her hands working at the button on his fly.

      He placed his hand over hers, warm and reassuring. “Quinn.”

      “Are you going to tell me it’s a beautiful name?” she quipped, sarcasm her natural and comfortable shield.

      “I doubt saying the expected thing would win me any favors with you.” He moved her hand away and stood, dragging the zipper on his fly down.

      “It wouldn’t.”

      As he stripped himself of his jeans and briefs, Quinn couldn’t help but stare. She knew more than anyone that computer geeks didn’t always fit into the stereotypes or clichés. But she hadn’t expected Aiden to be so...powerful.

      Muscular thighs met trim hips, the hard jut of his cock making her blood fizz. God, she wanted him like nothing else.

      “Wow,” she whispered.

      His eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Thanks for the ego boost.”

      Heat flared through her, filling her neck and cheeks. “I mean...uh...”

      “You can stop at wow.” He brushed the hair from her face. “I’m definitely okay with that.”

      She touched her fingers to the tip of him, hesitating before wrapping them around his shaft. He made a guttural noise at the back of his throat that urged her on. She slid her hand up and down, stroking him.

      “Quinn,” he moaned and pushed his hips forward into her grip. “That’s so damn good.”

      Emboldened by his praise, she parted her lips and leaned forward, drawing him into her mouth. The head of his cock slid along her tongue and she tasted a faint saltiness. Eyes closed, she bobbed her head down as far as she could go.

      At the same time she ran her hand up and down his thigh, his hairs tickling her palm. The scent of earthy maleness danced in her nose.

      “That’s enough.” His voice came out strangled. Edgy.

      She eased him out of her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip of him. “What if I’m not ready to stop?”

      He grunted, sweeping the hair over her shoulder and easing her back. “I’m not going to last more than five seconds if you keep that up.”

      “You’re not the only one who’s skilled with their mouth.”

      “Damn straight.” He scooped up his jeans and dug a foil packet from his wallet, then tore it open in one smooth motion and rolled the condom down on himself.

      His arm slid around her waist and he eased them down to the bed, his knees nudging her thighs apart. Warmth enveloped her as he pressed her into the mattress, the weight of him deliciously comforting. His lips found the crook of her collarbone, and she looped her arms around his neck.

      “You’re so beautiful.” He planted a hot, openmouthed kiss on her lips.

      “I thought you weren’t going to say what was expected,” she murmured, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth.

      His cock pressed at her entrance, rubbing against her in a way that made her whole body ache with desperation. “I’m serious. You’re absolutely incredible and unique.”

      She buried her face against his neck, unsure of how to react to the compliment. It was one thing for her to joke about herself, but another thing entirely for him to mean it. Instead of responding, she sucked on his skin, rolling her hips up against his. Showing him what she wanted instead of telling him.

      He entered her in one fluid movement, the shock of his thickness pushing all the air from her lungs. A brief flash of pain gave way to liquid heat, honeyed and soothing and all-encompassing.

      “God, Quinn.” He gasped against her hair. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

      “Take me. Please.”

      And he did. With abandon.

      Her nails dug into his back as he pumped into her, his hips knocking against hers, each stroke brushing her sex and pushing her closer to the peak. She grabbed his face in her hands and forced his mouth down to hers, meeting him thrust for thrust.

      “So good,” he murmured, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, Quinn. Christ!”

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