Chapter 6
Araceli had expected Donovan to be the wine and roses type. The type of man who wined and dined and made love on silk sheets. She’d been wrong. His mouth was like fire and his hands were strong and capable of making her shiver from every little touch.
The minute the door to his room closed behind them, he yanked her in for another kiss. Her lips parted for him sweetly and he took the kiss deeper and deeper, gripping the back of her neck and slanting his head so that he fit her mouth perfectly.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the day I met you,” he growled against her lips. “It’s even better than I thought it would be.”
Araceli could hardly breathe. She could feel his muscles flex as she gripped his arms for balance. He was so much stronger than she’d thought. His hands swept under her tee shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra. It had been so long since anyone else touched her there that she cried out in shocked pleasure.
He jerked her shirt over her head and her bra followed soon after, leaving her exposed to his hands and mouth. Donovan cupped her full breasts, running his tongue over her nipples until they stood stiff. Her fingers were clenched in his hair and she pressed her shoulders back, lifting her breasts to his mouth proudly.
His free hand dropped and he flicked open the button of her jeans, shoving them down to her ankles and allowing her to kick free of them. Then he dropped to his knees and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up to him.
His mouth was on her before Araceli could even process what was happening. “Oh, my God,” she moaned at the first firm lick. His tongue teased her throbbing clit mercilessly, making her legs shake. Ara clamped one hand over her mouth as she drew closer and closer to the edge.
When Donovan pushed one finger deep inside her and began to pump it in perfect rhythm with her movements, she was helpless to do anything but come for him. Her head fell back against the door as she rode his tongue, struggling to keep quiet.
Finally, he pressed a kiss to her trembling thigh and stood up. “Would you like to go to bed with me now?” he asked with a grin.
“I wanted to go to bed with you before,” she informed him, still struggling to catch her breath. “Now I’m going to have to insist.”
He scooped her up and then dropped her onto the bed. Her olive skin was perfect contrast to the crisp white sheets. She reached up and pulled him down, tugging his shirt off and running her hands down his chest.
“You’re in good shape for an executive,” she said, tracing the defined ridges of his stomach.
He kissed her in reply, pushing his own jeans down and off. One of her hands snuck down and she wrapped her fingers around his straining shaft. He bucked forward, thrusting into her fist and groaning at the pleasure of her hand on him.
“You’ve got a lot to offer here too,” she informed him.
He pulled back to look at her. Her cheeks were slightly pink and her dark eyes sparkled wickedly.
“I can’t wait to see what you do with it.”
Donovan didn’t wait to show her. Gripping her hips, he pushed deep and found her tight and soaking wet around him. Araceli arched her back to take as much of him as she could.
He slid one arm underneath her and began to thrust. She pressed her face against his chest, taking him and working her body underneath his for more. He loved that she wasn’t shy about what she wanted.
Donovan rolled over onto his back, letting her ride him. Ara braced her hands on his broad chest and worked her hips, rolling them to take him to the hilt and then coming up so that only the tip of his cock was inside her.
“You feel so good,” she moaned, moving softly now, keeping the penetration shallow, teasing him.
“Then take me deep,” he ordered. “Ride me, Araceli.”
She eased down slowly, until he was buried inside her heat again. Then she began to play with her clit, teasing herself as she teased him. Donovan saw her nipples budding again and skimmed his hands up her sides until he could cup her there. Her breasts quivered slightly as she rubbed herself more firmly and her head fell back.
She began to move faster, crying out when he pinched her nipples and rubbing her clit more quickly as she rode him. He nearly went over the edge when she moaned in desperation.
“Oh, I want to come again,” she whispered. “Make me come again for you.”
Donovan lowered his grip to her hips and bounced her on his cock. Her lips parted in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh, do that again!”
Gritting his teeth at the pleasure that surged through his own body, he did as she’d asked, holding her firmly while he drove upwards into her wet heat. Ara’s hand worked on her clit as he watched his cock disappear into her again and again. She was nearly frantic in her quest for pleasure now, practically begging him to make her come.
Finally Donovan pushed her hand away and rubbed her swollen clitoris with his thumb, circling it firmly, painting it with her own slick arousal. Araceli gasped, working her hips over him even faster now.
“Yes, yes, oh...” Her head fell back once more. “Oh, I’m going to...yes!”
Donovan felt her orgasm as her pussy clenched around him. Her whole body trembled and he wrapped his arms around her, rolling her beneath him once more and fucking her harder. Her head thrashed on the pillow as her orgasm continued on.
“Come for me!” she begged. “I want to feel it!”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Holding her tightly, Donovan felt himself empty into her, pressing his lips against her sweat dampened skin to muffle his shout of pleasure as his body was wracked with the same pleasure she’d given him.
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“Extend my stay again please, Gail,” Donovan said, making sure to keep his voice low.
“Again?” his secretary repeated, clearly thinking that she’d heard him incorrectly.
“Yes, another week should be sufficient.”
Donovan glanced at Araceli, who was lying on her stomach in his bed. She’d kicked the sheet off in her sleep and he followed the slope of her body all the way down to her perky ass. She was simply gorgeous and he felt himself harden for her all over again. There was no way he could go yet. Not when there were so many things the two of them hadn’t done. He had to have more of her.
“That will mean rescheduling--”
“That’s fine,” he interrupted, wanting to get back to bed. If he woke her by kissing her neck...
“But the board meeting and the meeting with the firm in San Ramon--”
“I said it’s fine.”
“I know you did,” Gail said, her voice a little strained now. “But, sir...the CEO at the firm in San Ramon is already getting frustrated. He didn’t take it well when you postponed last week. If you do it again, I don’t know what he’s going to say.”
Donovan laughed. “Let him say whatever he wants. I’ll add a few thousand to the deal.”
“He might call the deal off,” Gail said flatly. “And, if I may, the San Ramon office would fit Ingram Norman’s mission statement much more clearly than Vasquez Accounting Services ever would. Weren’t you planning to just shut that one down anyway?”
“I was,” Donovan replied, feeling a surge of guilt and pushing it down. He’d make it up to Araceli with a nice bonus when he took over her firm. “But now I’m thinking differently. There might be a different future for the firm. Give my apologies to the board and to San Ramon.”
His secretary didn’t sigh, but he could feel that she wanted to. “Very well, Mr. Sutton. I’ll reschedule for next week.”
He thanked her and then went back to bed, rubbing his hand down Ara’s smooth back and brushing her hair aside to kiss the sweet skin of her neck. She stirred and cast him a sleepy smile. Donovan kissed her and rolled her underneath him. He could only a stay another week. He didn’t want to waste any time.