Dirty Little Secret (Forbidden Desires #1)

Gavin

The desire to ravage Emma was almost overwhelming. I didn’t know what kind of spell this demure little thing in my lap had put me under.

There was no denying she was my type, sure. And the little moan she’d let out had almost sent me straight to my knees. But still . . .

Control was my middle name. Yet right now? Every ounce of my resolve had been pushed to the limit.

Despite all my years of practice, I felt like a horny teenager, ready to paw at the first girl to show me her bra.

This was the exact reason I hadn’t brought her home. It was much too private, too intimate.

I wouldn’t let anything happen in front of Ben. At least, that’s what I’d told myself when we left the gala. Yet here we were. My steely will had all but disappeared, and Emma was writhing in my lap, making soft, need-filled sounds that pulsed straight to my cock.

Breaking away from the kiss, Emma gripped the lapels of my jacket and tried to shove it down my shoulders. I doubted she noticed the way I flinched when she touched me, but still, I couldn’t allow it to happen again.

“Hands behind your back, pet,” I said as coolly and calmly as I could manage.

Emma obeyed, crossing her wrists and placing them at her lower back. The position thrust her beautiful tits up and out, and that was all it took to destroy the thin strands of my self-control.

Suddenly, I didn’t care about Ben or how I’d wanted things to go. All I wanted was to get inside her.

After untying the knot at the back of her neck that secured her dress in place, I started to peel it away.

“Wait.”

I raised a brow as she clutched the material to her chest.

“Can’t he . . . see us?” she whispered, nodding toward Ben.

Glancing ahead, I shrugged. “Trust me. He’s not watching. He’s paid very well for his discretion.”

She hesitated, softening in my lap, and made my cock twitch again.

“If he did glance back here, all he’d see was your bare back. You’re facing me,” I added.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

She nodded, and I felt the last of her resistance slip away.

I lowered the straps of her dress and freed the most mouthwatering set of breasts I’d ever seen.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing this.” Unclasping the simple nude-colored bra she wore, I tossed it on the seat beside us. Her lingerie wasn’t sexy, wasn’t something meant to entice or thrill, but my pulse jackhammered all the same as I took in her rosy nipples, stiff and waiting for me.

Testing the weight of her breasts in my hands, I let slip a groan of approval, and Emma sucked in a sharp inhale.

At first, I kneaded her tender flesh, stroking her nipples gently with my thumbs as I savored the image of her body in the moonlight. But even I knew, after all this time? All this tension? It wasn’t enough. Her body was begging for more, and I gave her what she needed, plucking her tight buds between my fingers until they hardened, and Emma cried out.

Lowering my mouth to her skin, I trailed my tongue along her cleavage, her collarbone, only venturing lower when she made a frustrated sound of need.

Sucking the firm peaks into my mouth, I worked my tongue over each one. I wanted to see if I could make her come like this, but I was too needy for her scent, to feel her wet heat on my skin.

She squirmed against my cock, forcing a ragged breath from my lungs. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.

Pulling the skirt of her dress up around her hips, Emma shifted, allowing me access to the damp scrap of lace she wore. With a twist of my fingers, it was out of my way.

Rocking her hips forward, Emma showed me a peek of swollen pink flesh that made my mouth water. As I swept my thumb across her firm clit, she made a soft whimper of pleasure.

I loved how responsive she was, but this this was hardly the time or place. “Stay nice and quiet for me, okay?”

She bit her lip and gave me a tight nod.

Kissing her eager mouth, I swallowed the cries and mewls of pleasure I coaxed from her with skilled fingers.

There was something about this woman that made me want to put her on her knees and dominate her, shove my length down her throat until she gagged. But that would come with time. For tonight, this was all about Emma.

“You’re not used to this?” I asked, though I tried to mask my concern.

She shook her head. “I’ve only been with two men. Neither was . . .”

She stopped and I shot her a questioning look. She wanted me to fill in the blank. Experienced? Demanding? I wasn’t sure. But the desire to protect her and pleasure her warred with me.

“Don’t worry. This will feel good.” Sweeping my fingers through her arousal, I enjoyed the way she shuddered and shifted in my lap, rocking herself closer.

Pushing two fingers inside her, I felt her tense. I kissed her again and let her adjust. As I carefully slid my thick fingers out and then pushed in again, Emma closed her eyes, rolling her hips along with my thrusts.

The light streaming through the moon roof provided the perfect view, and I couldn’t resist watching her face in awe as I worked her over. “Does that feel good?”

She pressed a kiss to my lips, murmuring a soft, “Yes, very.”

“You are so fucking tight. I can’t even imagine how good you’d feel riding my cock.”

That dirty remark earned me another moan of approval, and a wet coating of her cream on my fingers.

“Ride my fingers. Make yourself come.”

At first, I thought I had pegged her wrong—maybe she wasn’t the type to follow orders.

Then relief sagged in her shoulders, like she’d been waiting for me to give her permission all along.

She moved her hips up and down, rocking against my hand. Slowly at first, and then as I curled my fingers forward and found the tender spot inside, she moved faster.

“That’s it,” I murmured. She was coming undone and I fucking loved it. Far more than I should have.

With each thrust, she took me deeper, and the soft sound of her damp arousal was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Emma’s tight body clamped down on me, her head dropping back between her shoulders as she came in a rush of wet heat that coated my fingers and made my cock jerk hard against my zipper.

Removing my hand from between her legs, I inspected my glistening fingers in the dim light. Her scent was light and sweet, and I wanted to taste it. But even more than that, I wanted to make her squirm.

Wiping the sticky mess she’d made onto the leg of my pants, which were already ruined, I made a low tsking sound in my throat. “Look at what you’ve done.”

Emma’s eyes widened as she moved from my lap to the seat beside me.

“These pants are positively ruined.”

“I’m sorry. Can I . . . ?” Emma reached for the bulge still raging in my pants, but I batted her hand away. “Don’t you want me to—”

I shook my head. “We need to be getting back. It’s late.”

The excuse sounded lame even to my ears, but I knew if I let her touch me now, I would explode. I needed to get home, to manage this need myself before things got out of hand.

And I could only imagine what Emma must be thinking.

“Ben,” I barked out. “Proceed to Emma’s address.”

The limo rolled forward, pulling onto the semicircular drive that led to the road beyond.

Emma watched me from the corner of her eye as we drove. I knew she was probably thinking she’d done something wrong, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d never wanted a woman more.

The silent drive passed by slowly, and when we finally pulled to a stop in front of her brownstone, Emma got out of the limo without a word, her shoulders sagging and her chin tucked into her chest.

I exited behind her and escorted her to the door. It was almost midnight, but I felt so keyed up and on edge, I knew sleep wouldn’t come easily tonight.

“Is everything . . . okay?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”