Highland Fling by Shelli Stevens Page A

of her breasts in his hands. “These have been giving me hard-ons for too damn long now. So lush.” He leaned down and kissed one nipple and it puckered against his lips. “Beautiful. I couldn’t see them last night in the darkness.”
    When he drew the tip into his mouth, she cried out and arched her back. He suckled the tip, lightly and then hard. She thrust her fingers into his hair, silently showing him she didn’t want him to be gentle. And then not so silently with her low groan of pleasure when he lightly bit the swollen tip.
    He made a low, very-much-male growl and transferred his mouth to the other breast. He’d caught on fast to what she liked, because his mouth was firm and merciless. Sucking and biting, bringing her arousal to fever pitch.
    She let out a cry of protest when he lifted his head, but it ended on a gasp as he lifted her from the table and set her on her feet. No words were spoken as he deftly turned her around so her back was to him.
    He nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing a kiss against her nape. He slid his arm around her waist and his hand moved to splay over her belly. It rubbed the flesh there and she had a moment of self-consciousness, because it wasn’t a flat stomach by any means. But the insecurity disappeared just as quickly and she relaxed against him, loving the way his breath quickened. Grew deeper.
    She rocked her bottom back against his erection and he groaned, his arm tightening around her waist as he thrust against her.
    With skilled fingers he unfastened her jeans, tugging them and her panties over her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the clothes.
    While he was fully clothed, she was completely naked. It should’ve made her feel vulnerable. Exposed. But instead it empowered her. With a purr of pleasure she rubbed back against him again.
    There was no worry about waiting until they got home anymore. Clearly if he’d stripped her, he intended to have sex here. Maybe even on the pool table. Through her dazed thoughts, she realized that would be a first.
    His arm returned around her waist, and he smoothed his hand over her stomach and then downward, to cup the flesh between her legs.
    She rose to her tiptoes and rocked back against him. “Aleck…”
    “Mmm. Yes, luv.”
    He curled a finger into her aching channel and she shuddered with pleasure.
    “Oh God, just don’t stop.”
    “Wasn’t even considering it.” He added a second finger, sliding them both deep, before bringing one up to touch her clit.
    Her body reacted like she’d received an electric shock, jerking and making her mind go white for a moment. He held the reins to her pleasure and wasn’t letting go.
    Dimly, while he teased that sensitive spot, she was aware of his other hand caressing her bottom. He squeezed the flesh there, while rolling and pinching her clit.
    Her breaths were ragged now, her moans low. She knew how close she was to the edge. The sharp whack and the slight sting of pain brought her back from the cliff of pleasure momentarily. But it rushed right back when she realized he’d smacked her ass.
    Shock warred with pleasure and she lifted her head, trying to turn and look at him, but the second smack had her gasping and turning her gaze straight ahead again.
    “That’s for making me be quite unprofessional earlier, luv.” His palm connected with her bottom again and she moaned. “Really quite naughty of you to go into your boss’s office and give him a blowjob.”
    “I didn’t hear you complain—oh!” Her breathy reply ended on another gasp of shock and pleasure as this smack connected harder.
    “I think you hinted to me once about liking to be spanked,” he murmured against her ear. “It looks as if that wasn’t just a frivolous remark.”
    No, it hadn’t been. But she couldn’t remember having said that to him before. She must’ve though, because he was here, bending her over the pool table and smacking her bottom. And she was loving