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  Ramsey smirked, and she snatched it away. He seemed a bit too “cool” for her liking right now, as if he hadn’t been pawing her in his truck.

  Jezebel stepped inside, flicked the foyer light on, and waited for him to enter. The moment he closed the door and turned to her, she swallowed. The raw look on his face...scared her, though not in a bad way. He continued to stare, his eyes roaming her face, and her jacket-clad body, as if he didn’t know what he wanted to do first. Growing self-conscious at his intense scrutiny, she smirked and challenged, “I invited you in. Now what?”

  ***

  She’d unleashed a beast.

  After her challenge, things moved fast. He dropped the bag from over his shoulder—she hadn’t even noticed it until then—and within moments, was pulling the coat from her body. He barely gave her time to react, instead, pulling her blouse off, unsnapping her bra, gripping her buttocks and pulling her up. She locked her legs around his waist as he braced her against the wall and kissed her until she was dizzy. When she was staring at him with what had to be a stupid expression, he proceeded to show loving, tender care to her breasts, particularly her achy nipples.

  As he licked and sucked at her like she was his favorite candy, his hips moved against hers. His lips left her breasts and were on hers in seconds, his tongue punching into her mouth as his hands gripped her buttocks. In this position, his shaft dragged along her clitoris with each thrust and between that and his kisses…

  Her orgasm sneaked up on her, and the gasp she released was one of both shock and pleasure. Embarrassed at how quick she’d come, Jezebel avoided Ramsey’s eyes as he lowered her to the floor. She was contemplating uninviting him when his lips caught hers again.

  “Ram—” The rest of her words were muffled as he deepened the kiss. His fingers slid between their bodies and into her panties. Before she could speak, they were in her slit.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips, nipping before pulling her bottom lip into his mouth. “So sexy.”

  His words sent a rush of pleasure through her.

  “Where’s your bedroom, Jezebel?” The pad of one finger pressed against her clitoris and she moaned. “Like that?” When she didn’t respond, he brushed the sensitive nub and retreated. Instantly, she moved forward, seeking more. When his finger stroked her again, she clutched his shoulders and spread her legs wider. Two fingers slid into her and the pad of his thumb circled her nub. Her legs trembled and she fell back against the wall. His tongue laved her throat, dragging a startled cry from her, even as his fingers worked magic on her body. He was thrusting fast, his digits curled forward and stroking over her bundle of nerves with each pull and push, when he suddenly stopped. His fingers retreated, leaving her bereft.

  As Jezebel’s eyes focused, Ramsey’s face came into view. He was smiling. “Your bedroom, Jezebel.”

  She didn’t know how they got there, but she must have led him. All she could focus on was his tongue on her clit. Jezebel was spread on her bed like a large meal, and Ramsey was feasting. She would have chuckled at the thought, but his tongue suddenly plunged into her sex. . She groaned at the assault. He was teasing her. Everything he did was a tease. She was naked, bare as the day she was born, and he still had on everything but his jacket and shoes.

  “Ramsey!” she mewled, sliding her hand into his hair and pulling. He didn’t move—he instead, sucked her clit into his mouth, which instantly sent her body into convulsions with its second orgasm of the night

  With a final lick, Ramsey kissed his way up her body until his face was above hers. He kissed her lightly, and she tasted herself on him. “I could eat your pussy for days. Delicious.”

  Even as she groaned, he was leaving her body. Confused, and then shuddering in anticipation, she watched him undo the buttons of his under-jacket and take it off. When he began removing his shirt, she pushed up and beckoned him forward. Although her bed was pretty high, she still had to kneel to follow through on her task. As the shirt parted on either side of him, Jezebel ran her hands over smooth, steely muscles of his chest.

  “Like what you see?”

  She nodded. Yes, she certainly did. She’d known he was in great shape, but feeling it was even better. He wasn’t big like a bodybuilder or those guys with the huge arms and T-Rex arms for legs; he was lean, and there were hard grooves in his belly to prove he was working with some type of -pack.

  She moved her hands to his belt, quickly tossing it aside before she undid his pants and slid her hand into his boxers.

  Jezebel froze, her eyes lifting to Ramsey’s in shock.

  He smirked. “You didn’t believe the stereotype, did you?” He clicked his tongue.

  Before Jezebel could make sense of what he said—she was still trying to figure out if she’d grabbed his leg by mistake—he removed her hand and pushed his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. Jezebel’s eyes were drawn to the juncture of his thighs, where the long, thick phallus—she’d seen a handful of cocks before, and this was on another level—was saluting her.

  Jezebel swallowed nervously. Some men had length, some had girth, and some men were just deadly. That thing looked like it belonged on a porno set. She shook her head.

  Fingers were suddenly in her hair, and she looked up to find Ramsey staring down at her, a soft smirk on his lips. “Second thoughts?”

  Yes, yes, she was having second thoughts, dammit. She looked at it again. That thing was going to hurt. There was no way around it. She was going to be in pain.

  Ramsey’s lips were suddenly on hers. Even as she tried to focus on why this wouldn’t happen, her body was relaxing, melting. His free hand slid around to her ass, cupping a cheek and squeezing, before he gently stroked her sides.

  When she went limp, he lowered her to the bed. His sex brushed her leg and she started, turning her face away from his kisses. “Ramsey...I—”

  He sucked her neck hard, forcing a heated cry from her lips. “I’ll fit,” he whispered confidently. His hand was suddenly between her legs, cupping her weeping sex. Her treacherous body lifted against his hand, and he stroked her in response. “I’ve waited months for this.”

  His finger slid into her. She was so wet it glided a few times, before a second finger joined it.

  “Wh-what? Months?”

  He nipped at her ear. “I saw you at one of the SBA’s meetings in October.”

  “I don’t remember.” She broke off as another finger joined the other two.

  “You wouldn’t.” His lips moved to her breasts. As his tongue flicked her nipple, she lifted her hips for his thrusting fingers. “I didn’t introduce myself.”

  “Wh-why not? “

  He nipped at her breasts and she mewled. “You were busy. You always have an audience, don’t you—and I had another meeting.”

  His thumb suddenly settled over her clit, and lightly stroked. She worked her hips frantically, needing the ecstasy, needing to come.

  “Jezebel?” His hand stopped. She looked up at him in confusion. Suddenly, his fingers were leaving her.

  “What are you doing?”

  He grabbed a gold condom packet he must have put on her end table, and moved to his knees. Oh. Because, no matter how terrified she was of the thing, she was fascinated. He ripped it open with his teeth, like a wild animal about to devour her. Her sex grew even wetter. Then he rolled it down his sex.

  When he came over her again, nerves took hold. Jezebel was no virgin—she lost it over a decade ago—but she’d been celibate for over a year, and hadn’t been using sex toys religiously. Her fingers usually got the job done.

  “Relax.” Ramsey kissed her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She snorted. Deciding that he needed to know a few things before he got any ideas of porno marathons and freaky positions, she said low and clear, “I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

  He lifted his head, and she read surprise, then pleasure on his face. Great, he was hung like a proverbial horse and a caveman.
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  “Don’t look so smug. I was busy.”

  “I won’t hurt you, Jezebel,” he repeated softly, his eyes asking her to trust him. She sighed. “You’re tense, again.”

  Because he was about to stick his phallus in her. Of course she was tense!

  His fingers trailed down her side softly, then with more pressure as he sucked and licked at her neck, her jaw, her lips. Ramsey Stone was a great kisser. His tongue stroked, dipped, and when she least expected it, dominated. She loved his kisses—

  She felt him at her entrance, and quivered. He stroked forward, and her body stretched, though not unpleasantly. Before she could properly decide how it felt, he retreated completely. He did this over and over—inserting just the tip of him and removing it —until she slid her hands into his hair, and snarled, “Stop teasing me!”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded, a smile on his lips. He was enjoying this.

  “Then don’t!” Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her body was overheating; her mind could process nothing but him. “Do it.”

  “Do what?” he asked innocently, stroking just the head into her and pulling out. “This?”

  “You asshole!” she hissed, tightening her grip in his hair.

  “Ouch, Jez. You’re hurting my feelin—”

  “Stop playing games with me!” She was at her wits end. Why was he doing this?

  “I don’t want to hurt—”

  She pulled his head down, fusing her lips to his. He gasped, and it was all she needed. Ramsey had tricks, it seemed, but she had some of her own. Stroking her tongue against his, she gyrated under him, taking him a bit deeper and pulling a growl from his body. She shuddered. So good. And did it again.

  Ramsey’s hand was suddenly at her hip, keeping her steady. He dragged himself up for air, and stared down at her with such unbridled lust, she almost stopped breathing. Good.

  “I want it,” she whispered, tossing her head back.

  “What do you want?” His voice was low, raw, and dangerous.

  Stroking a finger along his hard side, she licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Fullness such that she’d never felt before suddenly invaded her body. “Ohhh!” It wasn’t painful, but it was close.

  He remained still—he didn’t even seem to breathe—as she adjusted to his size. Moments later, she was urging him to move. His thrusts started out shallow, slow, leisurely thrusts that made her crave more.

  “Faster!” He increased his pace a fraction. Gripping his buttocks—tight, hard, glorious ass—she screamed, “Fuck me faster, Ramsey!”

  He halted. His hand dragged hers from his ass. The look on his face was savage. “Later.”

  What?

  She gripped him again and pulled him forward.

  “Jezebel!” It was a warning. She didn’t care.

  “Faster, dammit!”

  “Shit,” he hissed, and then he was capturing her hands, pulling them overhead and pressing them into the mattress. “You’re so tight, Jez...and wet...so damn wet.”

  She moaned. “Faster.” She struggled against his hold. “I can take it.” She was being irrational. Her orgasm was building to a rushing crescendo, and she didn’t want him to slow the ride. She’d probably never get there at this pace.

  He released her hands and she found him staring at her with an unreadable expression. His hand tightened on her hip the exact moment his lips crashed down on hers. She had all of a second to marvel at the change before he thrust forward, going so deep she couldn’t help but whimper.

  Dear God! She couldn’t describe it. Pleasure and pain coexisting in one ball of nerves. It was a deadly combination. He withdrew and slammed back into her, over and over, faster, and faster, and she locked her legs around him, enjoying it, him, them.

  “So good.” His lips found her neck. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

  She nodded. That was her goal and she was getting there. Yes, she was.

  “You like how I fuck this pretty pussy?”

  She nodded, and whimpered. “Yes.”

  “This is going to happen again, and again.” He delivered a few strokes that practically pushed her up the bed. “I’m going to be in this pussy daily.”

  She should have known he was good at dirty-talk. The man had a glib tongue, literally and figuratively. Jezebel loved it. She loved it so much she was creaming all around him, though it wasn’t even necessary. He was moving easily within her now, despite the snug fit. Now she understood why he’d made her come twice before revealing what he was working with...

  “This is my pussy.” He stroked deep and hard. She whimpered. “Say it.”

  Jezebel shook her head. It was hers, attached to her body, and—

  He stopped moving. She blinked, blinked again, and then glared up at him.

  “My pussy,” he repeated. “Say it.”

  She barely resisted the urge to whine. Really? “What do I get in return?”

  “A cock.” He licked her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth.

  “My cock?” She wouldn’t settle for less.

  He released a sound that was half-groan, half-laugh, and all pleasure. “Your cock.”

  “Phallus,” she corrected. He blinked at her in confusion, but she stroked his back, before digging her fingers into his sides. “Fuck me, Ramsey. Fuck your pussy.”

  In the next moment, he was doing just that. It didn’t take long for her to come. She groaned, gripped his ass, and allowed her body to soar. In the distance, she heard a grunt and a few curses, before he collapsed onto her, breathing hard. Normally, Jezebel hated being crushed under a man’s weight, but in this case, she drew her fingers over the hard ridges of his back and sighed.

  Yes, it had been that good.

  ***

  He awoke to the sound of a phone vibrating.

  Opening his eyes, Ramsey surveyed the dimly lit, unfamiliar surroundings and allowed the night and early morning to come rushing back to him. He was in Jezebel’s bedroom, and next to him, naked, rumpled and dead to the world, was the lady herself.

  He smiled, but quickly lost it when the persistent vibrating reminded him why he was awake just two hours after succumbing to sleep.

  Taking a quick look at the number, he brought the phone to his ear as he made his way from the bed and over to one of the windows. “Yes?”

  With an easy flick on his finger, he pulled the curtains back slightly, and peered outside. His car was still there, not that he’d expected to find it missing as Jezebel lived in a nice neighborhood. It had not been what he’d expected from a woman estimated to be worth many millions, but the neighborhood seemed “homey.” The streets were tree-lined, the house sizeable and lawns manicured.

  “We still on for today?” His cousin’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

  “Yes.”

  He noted there weren’t many cars parked on the street, making his and the dark blue sedan parked a few houses down, almost standout. Another red sedan was parked a few houses up. They probably had a block policy to park in garages, Ramsey decided with an amused sigh.

  “Same place, same time?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to make the calls?”

  Ramsey’s amusement faded. He’d met Vincent Seong when Vince had come to South Korea with his parents to celebrate Ramsey’s eighteenth birthday. Since then, the man had been blunt and straightforward, qualities Ramsey appreciated even more when he’d come to America for business school.

  “No.” He allowed the curtain to fall back into place and went in search of a bathroom. He found one attached to the room and easily slipped in. “I sent emails and text messages yesterday. They’re not children in need of reminders.”

  “You need me to do anything before the meeting?”

  “No.”

  Locating the bathroom mirror, Ramsey approached and took a good look at himself. He had red marks on his neck and his chest. He peered harder. A few of those were bite marks.

 
; Stifling his chuckle, he told Vince he’d see him at the meeting and surveyed Jezebel’s handiwork. For someone so proper and put-to-together in public, Jezebel Carter was a wildcat in the bedroom. Brushing a hand across his sensitive lips, he smirked.

  He’d been serious last night. This would happen again, and again, until he got her out of his system, which he anticipated would take months, at the very least. He’d never had a relationship last more than six months. That was the amount of time it took for him to get bored, and most times, it was less.

  Remembering last night and how Jezebel felt wrapped around him, her slick, tight sex pulling at him, her thighs clasping him to her, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, urging him on…

  He eyed his rising cock with a little smile. Six months then, he decided. He already sensed Jezebel was different. She intrigued him beyond her face and body, and that made her different.

  Chapter 5

  “Why are you walking like that?”

  Jezebel turned from where she was whipping up eggs and bacon to glare at Delilah seated on one of the bar chairs in her kitchen, watching her curiously.

  “Like what?” Playing dumb sometimes worked. She hoped this was one of those times.

  “Like you’ve been getting it from all angles,” her sister teased.

  Jezebel instead chose to focus on the breakfast. Saturday brunch was their thing. Even before Delilah had been diagnosed with cancer, they’d done it as often as possible. They’d both had demanding schedules, so Saturday brunch usually happened once a month, if so often, but now, Jezebel made the time, even where it seemed like there was none, for her sister. Life was short. Her thin, frail looking sister reminded her of that daily.

  “I know it’s not Lance—you already told me that was an epic failure.” She sighed and dragged a hand over her face. “I at least thought he was bi.”

  Jezebel glared at her over her shoulder. “You set me up with a bisexual guy?”

  Delilah blew out a dismissive breath. “I just wanted you to get laid...which it seems like you managed all on your own.” She laughed. “Do I know him?”