“Good afternoon, Ms. Wyle,” the receptionist from the other end answered in a charming voice. “We are so delighted to hear from you again.”
She took a moment to answer – he had started sucking on her clit and it was destroying her ability to think...completely.
“I...ahh...I’d like to order a pair of pants – any fabric – from your boutique – size 2...” She let out a gasp as he thrust one finger in.
“Ma’am?”
“Size 2 please.” Bree bit her lip hard as he thrust another finger in. Her hips started to move with their own volition. “I, uhh, had an accident and I...”
Another gasp – impossible not to when he had bit her clit.
“We understand, ma’am.” The receptionist’s voice had become extremely soothing and Bree knew the other woman probably thought she was so shallow she was panicking about a wardrobe malfunction.
“Where shall we meet you?”
“I’m at your basement parking...NOW!” It ended with a shout, her hips jerking wildly on the seat as Dylan shoved his fingers in and out of her with greater force.
The phone call ended as she drove the car into the first free parking space she found. Bree collapsed against the seat. “Dylan.” Her head tossed and turned on the car’s headrest.
Smiling at the way her voice trembled with desire, Dylan slowly pulled his fingers out, chuckling when she reacted by moaning in protest and trying to trap his fingers inside her as she squeezed her legs closed.
“Sssh...it’s not over...I just need to get your pants.”
She reluctantly let his fingers go, and she moaned again when she saw him licking his fingers dry.
“Mmm...” He closed his eyes in pleasure at the taste and scent of her.
She moaned another time. That was so seriously hot!
Someone knocked at her window. The concierge had obviously done their research for them to have known which car was hers – something to be expected from the famous Aehrenthal customer service.
“Keep thinking of me, babe,” Dylan said wickedly before stepping out of the car. In moments, he had taken the package from the attendant and tossed it inside the car through his side.
While waiting for Bree to dress, he instructed the employee to prepare a suite for them.
Her fingers shook so badly it took her several tries to slide her legs into the perfect-fitting pair of silk trousers. When she came out, Dylan was waiting by her side.
This time, he was the one who stretched his hand out.
This time, she took it with a dazed smile.
They were quiet as they made their way to the 18th floor, the sexual tension between them pulsing like a huge and powerful beacon.
When they reached their suite, she let out a little shriek as Dylan swept her up in his arms the moment they stepped past the door. Kicking it shut, he swiftly made his way to the bedroom and gently lowered her to the floor.
“STRIP.” His voice brooked no argument and, laughing shakily, she did as asked, her fingers busy even as her gaze stayed on him. Every inch he revealed of his magnificent body made her mouth drier and drier. How was it possible that this beautiful and sexy man loved her? It was just so hard to believe, and yet here he was, his gaze burning with ferocious desire for her.
He looked like...he looked like he was dying to eat her, and dear God, but she so wanted him to eat her, too!
They were fully naked about the same time, and he went to the bed, shocking Bree when the first thing he did was tear several strips of fabric from the topmost layer of bed covers.
“What?”
He sat down, back against the bed’s elegantly carved headboard, and stretched his long sexy legs out. Dylan nodded at the strips of fabric. “Prove to me that you meant your words earlier.”
Again, she gasped, “WHAT?”
“Restrain me.”
She blinked several times. She understood what he meant, but it didn’t mean it was going to be easy. Restrain him? That was like restraining a lion and taking the role of a trainer without any professional lessons.
“But—-”
Dylan gave her a look under his lashes. “Do it, babe.”
Swallowing, she gathered all the courage she could and made her way to the bed. Kneeling by his side, she reached for a strip and tied his hand to one bed post. When she leaned sideways in front of him to do the same thing to his other hand, Dylan moved forward and caught her nipple with his mouth.
She almost fell on top of him. “Dylan!”
Laughing, he started to suckle on her nipple and she sighed, moaned, and shook, unable to believe how so easily turned on she was by everything Dylan did.
When he released her, she was dazed.
“Finish the job, babe.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” She hurriedly finished tying his other hand even though her head was still reeling from the pleasure of his mouth on her breast.