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  A chuckle escaped but he ignored her demand. After waiting so long, he intended to explore her slowly, searching for every ticklish spot, every erogenous zone that pushed her closer to orgasm. He intended to love her so well she’d never consider looking at another man. Justin wanted to show how much he loved and adored her, prove they’d be good together.

  “Maybe it’s time,” he said, meaning much more than Pearl would ever comprehend. “On the bed.”

  “Yes!” With a joyful whoop she whirled away from him and leapt onto the double bed, bouncing a couple of times before she stilled.

  Justin enjoyed the hell out of her exuberance, taking in the jiggle of her breasts and the flash of her curvy ass. His breath caught and his body tightened. Heat pooled in his face and he knew if he looked into the mirror, he’d see arousal glittering in his eyes. If he let her touch him, he’d be toast. Justin eyed the chrome headboard and knew there was only one solution. Cuffs. Decision made, he sauntered over to his bedside cabinet and dragged out a pair of fur-lined cuffs.

  Her blue eyes widened. “What are you going to do with those?”

  “Cuff you so you don’t misbehave.” Justin snapped one cuff on her left hand, wrapped it around the headboard and cuffed her right hand before she had a chance to move. With her hands restrained above her head, he allowed himself to breathe easy.

  “I’d never misbehave with you.”

  “Yeah right.” Good. Disabling her hands hadn’t alarmed her. Justin climbed off the bed, peeled off his socks and shucked his clothes, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock sprang free of his jeans. A soft croak grabbed his attention and he saw Pearl staring at his erection. His brows rose. “You okay?”

  “Um, yes.”

  Grinning with masculine satisfaction, Justin decided to give her a show. He closed a fist around his shaft and pumped slowly, shivering at the spurt of sensation that ran through his body. Pre-cum seeped from his slit and he knew he’d better stop before he blew this whole deal.

  “Let me suck you off,” Pearl said. “Please.”

  “I’m the boss, remember.”

  Her blue eyes pleaded with him. “Just one taste. You control how much goes in my mouth.”

  His balls drew tight at the suggestion. Fuck, the woman got to him like no one else. Justin crawled onto the bed and straddled her body. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip and he was lost. His heart slam-dunked as he moved closer and thought about sliding his dick between her sexy pink lips. Gripping his cock, he dragged the swollen head over the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, her tongue darting out to shyly take a taste. Justin bit back a groan, the almost innocent caress putting a huge dent in his willpower. His thighs trembled and he stared at her in pure awe.

  Pearl stared back at Justin, the musky taste of him on her lips. Another taste. She needed another taste before he moved. Heck, she’d had more adventure with Justin in fifteen minutes than she’d had with Andrew in an entire year. Her tongue snaked out for a furtive lick. She half expected him to move away since he’d been so determined to act the aggressor. But he didn’t. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have said the man was shell-shocked.

  “Again,” he said in a dark whisper.

  This time she explored the fat head of his cock more thoroughly. She wrapped her lips around him and licked in the same way she ate her favorite chocolate ice cream. Slow and with enjoyment.

  “That looks so damn sexy,” he muttered, his eyes on her mouth. “Feels damn good.”

  Pearl hummed, enjoyed the shift in power. It must have shown because he pulled away suddenly, his broad, muscular chest heaving while he fought for control.

  “My turn,” he said, and moved away, out of her reach, his gray eyes shining with promise.

  Pearl stirred and the cuffs clinked against the metal of the headboard. She wondered what he’d do next. Most men went for her breasts, kissed and slurped a bit before heading south. The buzz from the wine and the few mouthfuls of beer she’d had before hitting the bedroom had worn off, leaving her feeling tired and a touch vulnerable. If Justin acted according to the usual male plan, she thought she might burst into tears. Holding her breath, she waited for his first move and prayed for originality.

  He leaned over to grab the stupid pearl necklace Andrew had given her, holding it above his work-roughed palm and slowly let the pink-tinged beads collapse into a pile. His fingers curled around the pearls while his gaze catalogued every inch of her body.

  Pearl’s breath hitched, feeling as if he touched her with his fingers instead of his gaze. Every inch of her skin tingled. Her pulse rate jumped and she wanted to moisten her lips but held back on the telltale gesture.

  “I knew you’d look spectacular in the buff.” His voice emerged rough and husky, bringing a rush of juices to her pussy. “All soft ripe curves and sexy tits.”

  “And yet all you’re doing is looking instead of touching.” Wow, he’d fantasized about having sex. With her. Once or twice she’d thought about him, mentally measured and undressed the man, suffered a few jealous pangs when he’d hooked up with another woman.

  “It’s making you hot. I can smell your arousal and your pretty nipples have gone all hard. Don’t you realize the brain is the biggest sexual organ we possess?”

  Pearl swallowed hard. Oh yeah. She knew, but not many men did, which made Justin increasingly intriguing. How had she missed his hidden depths, his passion? She took in his determined jaw, his glowing gray eyes and the faint smile hovering on his lips while he transferred the pearl necklace from hand to hand. How had she missed his intensely sexual nature?

  Wait, strike that. She knew how. Purposely she’d picked a male category, one that matched with where she wanted to end up in life.

  Money. Position. Power.

  All the attributes she craved so she’d never have to relive the childhood of poverty, not knowing when she’d eat next—the total lack of security. Justin had worked his way into the friend category but not the lover or boyfriend because he didn’t have money. Put bluntly, it sounded shallow. She sounded superficial. No wonder she still lived alone, waiting for her current lover to fit her into his schedule.

  “Pearl? Anyone there? If you want to change your mind and go to sleep, tell me now.”

  “No!” she blurted in a panic. “Don’t stop. I need you.” Nothing less than the truth. Justin grounded her, made her feel safe. It was him she always came to for comfort.

  “Good.”

  The mattress depressed when he shifted his weight. Over to her right she could see a reflection of the sunset in the window, a fiery swathe of red and pink gradually fading to cooler gray. A gentle breeze crept through a partially open window, stirring the filmy curtain. Soon it would be dark.

  Pearl turned her attention back to Justin. He smiled and dipped his head to nibble at her lips. When she parted for him, he slipped his tongue inside and stroked lazily against hers. Hungry little noises escaped from deep in her throat, imploring him to do more. She stirred restlessly, thighs spreading to flash her pussy. He noticed, but instead of moving forward with the sexy stuff, he chuckled, the puff of warm air caressing her cheek. She writhed beneath him, trying to rub her tight nipples against his pectorals. He evaded her breasts but increased the assault on her mouth until the pulse at her throat jumped in time with her unruly heartbeat. When he finally separated their lips, she drowned in desire and a touch of confusion.

  “Good girl.” He unfastened the clasp of the pearl necklace so it dangled in one long strand and trailed it between her breasts and across the underside of one weighty globe. The pearls were warm from his hand and they slid seductively across her skin, raising a trail of arousal. While she shivered and twisted silently, urging him to give her more, he whispered in her ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Pearl. Your pussy is going to cling to my cock while I finger your ass. By the time the night is over you’ll be able to feel my touch on every luscious inch of your body. Your mouth. Your breasts.
Your ass. Your sweet little cunt.”

  Pearl swallowed hard, tension roiling low in her belly. She gave in to the need to lick her lips, heat spreading from her cheeks, down her neck and chest.

  “How does that sound?”

  “Um…sounds like fun,” she croaked, her imagination working at hypervelocity to keep up with the visions his words created in her mind. It sounded like way more than her normal fare but she didn’t let that worry her. Gut instinct told her it was time for a change.

  Justin nodded. “Sounded pretty good to me.”

  He dragged the necklace through her cleavage again before swirling it around one breast until it covered most of her flesh except her erect nipple. Then he bent and licked delicately between each row of pearls working closer and closer to her aching nipple. Pearl started to tremble with the force of her need, arching upward in a flagrant hint. His other hand kept busy, brushing across her collarbone and along her neck. When he found a pulse, he traced his finger back and forth across the rapidly beating point.

  “Why do you need to marry a lawyer or an accountant?” he murmured.

  Mesmerized by his touch, it took a fraction longer than normal for her brain to function. “Huh?”

  “What’s wrong with a rugby player or a doctor? A builder, or a mechanic like me?”

  “I need someone smart and educated. I don’t want my children to go through the same nightmares I did.” Oops, that wasn’t very tactful. She hoped he wouldn’t turn sulky and stop.

  “But you’re okay now.” His fingers crept down to cup the weight of her free breast. “You have qualifications. You have a job you like at the lawyers.”

  Relief hit when he ignored her slur against mechanics. “I had to work hard to get where I am. I don’t want my children to fight the same war. I want them to enjoy their childhood.”

  He grunted in reply, and she wondered if she’d offended him after all. But he didn’t halt his attentions. The damp trail left by his tongue neared her nipple. A groan built deep inside her chest. She desperately needed his hot, wet mouth surrounding her tip. Craved the heat of his mouth. A shudder ripped through her when suddenly it happened. The lazy stroke of his tongue pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth. A sigh of pleasure, almost a purr, rumbled from her. Rhythmic stroking of the turgid peak gave way to gentle suction.

  “Oh heck.” She felt the pull between her legs. “Do that again.”

  The suction increased, as did the tug of pleasure in her pussy. Her folds were damp, and when she shifted, aching for his possession, cool air let her appreciate how moist and puffy her sex had become. She ached for the smooth thrust of his cock.

  “It’s gonna get better, baby. Just wait and see.”

  “Please.” Oh, she hoped so.

  Justin tugged on the pearls and they tightened around her breast, ramping up the sensation. At the same time he tugged on her other nipple, surprising her because she hadn’t expected it. A sharp tug that veered toward pain. Her body arched, hips canting upward, seeking him to fill the emptiness in her throbbing pussy.

  “You like that.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Maybe the pearls are good for something after all.”

  “There is more.”

  “Oh?”

  He loosened the pearls and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, cupping the weight of her breast and teasing her until she twisted and squirmed. Justin didn’t seem in any hurry, content to drive her to the point of madness. He concentrated solely on her, making Pearl feel treasured. Special.

  The phone rang at the far end of the house but Justin ignored the summons.

  “Aren’t you going to get that?”

  “Nope, the answer phone will pick up. Besides, it’s probably one of my brothers or my mum. They’ll ring back.” And he continued, picking up where he’d left off, tugging and sucking her nipple, kneading her breasts.

  Shock raced through Pearl along with intense arousal from Justin’s kissing and petting. He’d ignored the phone in favor of her. Andrew wouldn’t have done that. In fact, once he’d answered his cell phone and talked to a customer with his dick spearing her pussy. He’d talked business and it had kept him hard for the length of the half-hour phone call, working him better than she ever could with her hands or mouth. And Andrew hadn’t been the first of her lovers who had put his life, his business before her needs. She’d come to expect second place.

  Emotion prickled through her and she hurriedly closed her eyes to prevent the misting running over into tears. Justin never hesitated to put her first. She’d always enjoyed spending time with him, but it seemed she was learning more about herself as well as him. In the past she’d settled, equating money with security, but the way Justin focused on her made her realize she’d missed out.

  He did something special, combining fingers and mouth, and a low moan escaped. Her eyes popped open at the sharp vibration in her pussy. Something else new.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” His gray eyes glittered while a small smile played on his lips.

  She nodded frantically, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

  “I love the little sounds you make.” His eyes met hers. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me if there’s something you need.”

  Pearl couldn’t help but laugh because she knew he meant his statement. His sincerity blazed in his face. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “But I get the feeling you’re on a schedule here—one you’re not sharing with me.”

  “Seduction, babe. That’s my schedule.”

  She bit back a groan when he pinched her nipple and sucked the other one at the same time. So good. “You’re doing an excellent job.” The breathy note in her voice told the truth. This was the best damn seduction she’d ever participated in and they hadn’t arrived at the good stuff yet.

  Chapter Two

  “That’s what I like to hear.” His tongue swirled around her nipple, giving it a slight tug while his blunt fingers traced the gaps of skin showing between the pearls. Gradually he unwrapped her breast until the string dangled down over her rib cage. They were smooth and warm and Pearl started to change her mind about the jewel she took her name from. Maybe she could actually use the three strings of pearls she had at home after all.

  “Justin,” she whispered, his name not much more than a panted groan. He was destroying her with his touching, spoiling her for any other man.

  A jolt of pain speared through her heart at the thought, the idea of searching for another lover. The careful research to find the perfect rich man to suit her needs. The negotiation. The familiar prickling behind her eyes started and she snapped them closed, holding the pain inside to concentrate on Justin. She owed him that, her undivided attention because tonight he’d gifted her with something beyond compare. Her self-respect and the knowledge of what she was doing to herself.

  “I wish I could touch you.”

  He lifted his head, concern darkening his gaze. “Are your arms hurting?”

  “No, but I’d like to touch and explore your body.”

  “I’m boss,” he said. “So I get to touch first.” The cotton duvet cover crinkled when he shifted his weight. He nibbled at the delicate skin of her neck just below her ear, his lips warm and tender. She felt a scrape of teeth and turned her head, giving him better access. He sucked a little harder and she moaned her pleasure, writhing against him in a silent demand for more. “You like being touched,” he observed when he finally lifted his head.

  “Yes.” She hadn’t realized how starved her senses had been, how much she needed touch with her loving. And his scent. It was like a powerful aphrodisiac. She’d never smell lemons again without thinking of Justin.

  Justin levered away from her body, but he still touched and caressed her with his gaze. “I know exactly what you’d like.” He stood to prowl around the bed, his footsteps muted by the thick oatmeal-colored carpet. A drawer opened, a glass bottle clinked. “Perfect,” he said. The drawer shut and he returned, tossing the pe
arls aside.

  Pearl eyed the bottle and wondered what he had in mind.

  “Massage oil,” he said. “When I hurt my shoulder playing rugby two years ago I had massage therapy. I enjoyed it so much I have a regular massage session every month.”

  “Am I going to smell like a locker room?” Pearl vaguely remembered him retiring after an injury. To her shame she wished she’d been a better friend but Andrew had needed her for a party. A bachelor party it had turned out, and she’d been his present to the prospective groom. Heck, she’d told him no at the time. She should have kicked him out of her life then, but stupidly she’d thought she still had a shot at becoming Mrs. Dickins.

  Justin grinned and unscrewed the cap on the bottle. He waved it in front of her nose. “Smell like a locker room to you?”

  “No, it smells floral, but it’s not girlie.”

  “It’s a combination of ylang ylang and patchouli. Are your shoulders okay?”

  “Yes.” She melted at his care and concern, her heart twisting with a strange sort of pain she had trouble explaining. “But I’d still like to touch you in return.”

  “Later. I promise.” Justin poured some oil into his hand and slowly rubbed his palms together, warming the fragrant oil to body temperature. Immediately the spicy floral scent surrounded her. He smoothed the oil over her shoulders, her upper arms, stroking and feathering her flesh, kneading her body until she relaxed. He rubbed oil over her breasts and dribbled a little over her rib cage and lower belly.

  Pearl huffed out a breath containing relief and a hint of excitement. At last. He intended to head south. “The longer you keep me cuffed, the more I’ll torture you. You do realize this?”

  “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Amusement colored his voice and he didn’t sound worried or angry. “Part your legs for me.”

  Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Pearl had to force herself to follow his instruction, and he seemed to realize because he kept his movements slow and easy, his gaze on her face radiating encouragement.