Midnight Encounters by Elle Kennedy Page B

protest, he pulled her onto his lap and grasped her hips with his hands so she couldn’t move.
    “Let me stay with you, Maggie.”
    “No,” she murmured, trying very hard to ignore the warmth of his hands against her hips, the heat of his groin against her thighs.
    He dipped his head and brushed a soft kiss over her lips. Her attempt at backing away was futile. He only moved one hand to her head and threaded his fingers through her damp hair, holding her in place.
    “Let me stay with you,” he whispered into her mouth.
    “No.”
    He licked her lower lip. Captured it with his teeth, nibbling, suckling.
    She gave an involuntary moan.
    Grinning, Ben pulled back. “C’mon, babe,” he said with a teasing note to his sexy voice. “You know you don’t want me to leave.”
    An argument reached her lips, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
    “You came to that hotel because you needed a release,” he continued. “I can give you that release.” She shifted, trying to ease off his lap, but all she succeeded in doing was rubbing against his crotch, which hardened instantly.
    “Forget about Tony. I’ll give you all the sex you crave and more.” Her cheeks grew pink and finally she found her voice. “I’m not some virgin you need to deflower.”
    “I don’t want to deflower you. I want to fuck you.” His voice took on a seductive tinge. “Eight days. For the next eight days I’ll fuck your brains out, Maggie. Anything you want me to do to you, I’ll do. Anytime you want it, you’ll have it.”
    Oh God. His words sent bolts of lightning down her spine and straight to her pussy. She’d already come twice today, but suddenly she was aching for release again. How did he manage to do this to her, send her into a state of such mindless lust?
    “And all you have to do in return,” he finished, “is let me stay here. The way I see it—” his tongue darted out and dragged along her bottom lip, “—you definitely get the better end of the stick, babe.”
    “You don’t play fair,” she murmured.
    “Like I said, never have.” Then he slid his hands underneath her shirt and cupped her braless breasts.
    A jolt of pleasure torpedoed into her.
    “So, what’ll it be, Mags?”
    She almost purred as he stroked each breast with his palms and then tweaked her nipples playfully.
    “All you’ve gotta do is give me a place to stay and you have your very own boy toy,” he added with an arch of his brows. “You know it’s a damn good deal.”
    It was hard to think with his hands on her tits, but for the life of her, she couldn’t shrug them away. They felt too good against her flushed skin, the feel of his hard cock between her legs too damn tantalizing.
    “Ground rules,” she managed to choke out.
    The words surprised her. Ground rules? Was she actually agreeing to this?
    “Let’s hear them,” he said with a sigh.
    She struggled for breath, gasping when he pinched one nipple with his fingers. Damn him. Didn’t he know that by doing that to her he was turning her brain into mush? From the faint grin on his face, he definitely knew.
    “You don’t interfere with my job,” she found herself saying. “And you don’t interrupt me when I’m studying.”
    “Done. Is that it?”
    She made a frantic attempt to think of more rules, but none came to mind. Shit. This was way too easy—for him. All he’d had to do was dangle the sex carrot under her nose and she was ready to take a chunk out of it. There should’ve been a dozen reasons why letting Ben stay with her was a bad, bad idea, but somehow all those reasons eluded her. It didn’t help that he was still fondling her breasts and it definitely didn’t help that her pussy was so wet, her panties were completely soaked.
    And yet the excitement coursing through her gave her pause. Was her roommate right? Was her life so focused on work and school that she’d really lost touch with the rest of the world? Was she really anti-fun?
    God, she hoped not.