Page 19 of All Mixed Up

Checking your boxes right away, Monsieur Wolf.

As if we’d choreographed this whole thing, he reentered the room as I kicked my jeans completely free. Though he still wore his briefs, I let out a gasp. The sight of him standing here, tall and proud in the streaming moonlight, making him look like one of the perfectly-muscled statues from one of the fancy museums up the avenue…

And just like that, I was gasping again.

Though if the onyx glints in his eyes were any clue, that would be my last full breath for a while.

Which led to the instant yearning to put my clothes back on.

My body wasn’t awful. I hardly worked a sedentary desk job, after all. But because of that, I also didn’t watch every bite, either. I liked New York hot dogs, chili fries, and straight shots of whisky. And yeah, a nibble of chocolate every once in a while, especially when I was stressed.

I’d just been stressed a lot lately.

With a surreptitious toe, I dragged a sheet up. A little higher. Caught it with my fingers then draped it alluringly around my body. Hell, if it worked for the painted nymphs lining Avanti’s ceiling, why couldn’t it work for—

Thwap.

The sheet was sent flying, ripped back by the man who stared down at me without mercy. His eyes were as dark and fathomless as the night sky they took after. His chest pumped in and out. So did mine. Holy shit. Was he still turned-on…or had I pissed him off? I couldn’t tell, and didn’t know how to ask. Didn’t even know if I should. I had no clear bead on him. Not even half of one. The mystery scared me a little. Which, of course, soaked everything more between my thighs.

“No more hiding.”

It was rough and husky, ended by his solid stroke between his own legs. I gulped hard as a circle of moisture spread on his briefs. So much for the plan I had to accuse him of hiding. He was baring more of himself, and what I did to him, with every passing moment. His teeth were gritted beneath his parted lips. His powerful thighs and tight ass began to bunch and strain.

And then there was the aroused mountain at the center of his underwear.

The only factor that turned me on more was the black intensity of his eyes. Then the tiny glints deep within them. The watchful heat with which they took me in. The intense craving of his whole energy…

All right; fine. If he could do it, so could I.

I lifted my chin as I dropped my shoulders. Settled them back against the pillows, coming all the way out of my own hiding…for him.

The feeling was bizarre.

Beyond bizarre.

Crazily, a realization slammed me. Pax and I had screwed each other like bunnies for eight tempestuous months, but never looked at each other in the doing. Not even during foreplay. He was always too busy devouring my breasts like melting snow cones, raining hickeys down my neck, or mowing on my mound like a cheeseburger on sale at—

Shit, shit, shit.

My mound.

In horror, I looked down. It was effing Sherwood Forest down there, a wilderness I’d let run wild mostly out of spite for Pax, but a little out of hopelessness for myself. I had no decency barometer when it came to men, so why try?

But here I was, trying again—with a man who was barely an improvement from Pax, except for the number of zeroes in his bank account. This was such a bad idea, no matter what angle I looked at it from. Lucien Paget normally slept with goddesses who probably had their mounds waxed in liquid gold. Moreover, he was partly responsible for my paycheck, and literally owned the bed under my back.

But like the finest of train wrecks, I was helpless to stop it now. I was powerless against anything but the riot of my own senses, the wild rush of exhilaration he brought in greater doses with every minute. My brain was only good for running involuntary systems now—save for the one last thought it fed me as my saving consolation.

This was only one night.

One night I’d clearly not expected.

But before I could save myself with a groan of embarrassment, Lucien swooped down onto the bed with me.

Oh, damn.

Then forced my knees apart with his own.

Oh, damn!