“What’s the lesson?” she asked as she straddled him, knees tucked up on either side of his legs.
“This one is called Don’t Wake the Dogs,” he said, then clasped one hand on her mouth yet again, and dipped his other hand underneath her skirt, sliding his fingers across the slick wetness on the panel of her panties. God, there was little he loved more than the evidence of a woman’s arousal. He slid his fingers inside, gliding across that silky wetness that made his whole body feel electric. Touching her at all was such a privilege; touching her in this heightened state was a gift.
Her eyes glittered with lust as she rocked against his fingers. He couldn’t resist—he drew his hand away from her legs, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off her wetness. Her eyes flared as she watched him.
“All morning, I could still taste you on me. I had to taste you again,” he said, then returned to her slick flesh, sliding through her slippery wetness that told him exactly how much she’d enjoyed having her breasts sucked.
So much that his fingers were coated in her. She was some kind of live wire right now, and he intended to make her body sing. He ran his fingers across her heat, then zeroed in on her swollen clit. She muffled a moan against his palm. She wasn’t going to take long at all. My God, the things he could do with her body. The pleasure he intended to give her. The possibilities were endless.
“Let me feel you all over my hand,” he said, his eyes on hers the whole time as he slid a finger into her, crooking so he could find that magic spot. She bowed her back in response to the penetration. Her slick walls gripped his finger, and he added one more, all the while rubbing his thumb across her clit. “Rock into my hand. Do it hard,” he commanded.
She did as told, riding him, humping his fingers, fucking his hand furiously. She was a gorgeous sight, all wanton and naughty, and his lungs burned with desire for her; his dick ached to fill her. His body craved her climax. He wanted it badly, wanted her to fall apart for him in the sky.
She tensed all over, her thighs gripping him, and her eyes squeezed shut. “Come quietly,” he whispered, urging her on. “I want to watch you come quietly.”
She shuddered and dug her teeth into his palm, her body shaking before she collapsed into his arms.
He held her.
“Can I touch you now?” she said, her sweet voice melting him. He loved that she offered, that she seemed to want to, even if it wasn’t part of her “training.”
He raised her chin so she could meet his eyes. “No.”
She frowned. “Why? Are you into orgasm denial? That is no fun.”
“Not in the least. But the answer is simple—I don’t want to be quiet. And I don’t want to wake the dogs, or annoy the flight attendant. That’s why I said no. But rest assured, when we’re back in New York we’ll get through some other items on your list.”
She sighed happily, then wriggled against him, as if she wanted to be closer. Not wanting to deny her a thing on this earth, he roped his arms around her.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, her breathing still erratic as she floated down from her orgasm. Her praise sent a wicked thrill through him. Call it masculine pride. Call it ego. When a woman turns to you to teach her a new type of fucking, there’s nothing a man wants to hear more than amazing. Though, come to think of it, best orgasm of my life was just as good.
“So are you,” he said softly, stroking her hair. He couldn’t believe she thought she needed to learn anything.
“I can tell why women adore you,” she said, continuing her compliments.
He tensed at the reminder of his playboy status, then told himself not to bristle. He was what he was. She hadn’t asked him for help because he batted ninth. He was a clean-up hitter, and so far with Casey he’d been belting home runs.
“I’m just glad you enjoyed it. And, by the way, you take direction exceedingly well, so I don’t know why you’re fixated on this idea that you—” but then he stopped short before he finished the thought—can’t give up control. He wanted her to still need him, so he edited himself. “Need to change, but you’re doing a great job learning how to give up control. So we’ll just keep teaching you.”
She moved off him, grabbed her iPad, and returned to her list. “Hmm,” she said, as she studied it. “I’m not sure which of the items I’m supposed to be checking off. What do you consider what we just did?”
He gritted his teeth, annoyed with the idea of being an item on a list. But hell, he was the one who’d brought up the list a minute ago. “Ball gag. Consider that an impromptu ball gag, since you couldn’t speak,” he said, rising. He turned to face her. “Oh, and in case this helps you on your list, you can check that you liked it. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
After a quick restroom trip to wash his hands, he visited with the dogs, giving each a soft pat, then returned to Casey. She was scrolling through an email.
“There’s a note from Grant about getting together in a month,” she said, a happy look on her face as she read the message. He was ready to grab the iPad and smash the damn thing.
“That’s great,” he said, closing his eyes, willing himself to not be irritated that she was excited. Grant was a man she could have a future with. Nate was a man who lived for the present.
CHAPTER SEVEN
New York City, afternoon . . .
Casey ran her thumb over the LolaRing, absently flicking it on as she chatted in her office with one of her top executives, Nelle O’Connor.
The miniature vibrator buzzed against her thumb as Nelle shared the updates on the various partnerships Joy Delivered had struck in the last year—a deal with a high-class boutique in Stockholm, a partnership with a leading department store in Paris—courtesy of Jack’s new European contacts—and even a pair-up with an upscale pharmacy called Sofia’s in London that Casey had a meeting with in two weeks. Sofia’s was a first in England—not many high-end pharmacies carried pleasure toys, but Sofia’s took a chance, adding a few Joy Delivered products to its shelves, and the partnership had been a runaway success. Those retail outlets had also been carrying The Wild One, a twelve-speed vibrator introduced two years ago that had won legions of fans.
Next up was the LolaRing.
“Did you and Abbot hammer out any of the positioning details last week?” the no-nonsense Nelle asked, and Casey nearly dropped the toy in surprise from the unintended double meaning.