Naughty Little Secret by Shelley Bradley Page B

some divorcée who was too stubborn to see what a prize the man was. But with Mr. Mysterious’s build and deep whisper, there was enough similarity between the two men. She could pretend Noah had his hands on her now, tempting her into the white-hot pleasure that was just a whisper of his fingertips away.
    Lauren wrestled with herself. Her body versus her mind. The preservation of her heart against the wailing demands of her clit.
    It wasn’t a contest.
    “Yes.”
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    His fingers twitched—just enough to send the ache between her legs skyrocketing for an instant. “You sure?”
    “Damn you, do it!”
    A slick glide of fingers, a gentle pinch of her clit. She gasped, air burning her throat at the quick intake. Her head fell back against his hard shoulder. She melted into him.
    “Do what?” Now his thumb entered the action, brushing right over the exposed bead of her clit. A line of pure fire shot from her sex down her legs, up her spine, to her breasts. Lord, what this man could do to her…
    “Make me come. Fuck me.”
    “I’m going to make you come. But I won’t fuck you until you’re so wet, your thighs are dripping with cream. And then…I’ll make love to you.”
    Alarm bells went off in some distant part of Lauren’s brain, but she was lost in the blazing sensations, the way they seared her everywhere.
    Lost in the fantasy of Noah being the man behind her, fondling her into delirium.
    He kicked her thighs farther apart, hooking his feet inside her ankles to keep them wide until he was nearly supporting her entire body. The hand toying with her clit slid down to her slick opening. He plunged a pair of fingers inside her. Immediately, she clamped down on him to trap his fingers inside, her whole channel aware of him and craving his next touch. Lauren arched, bucking into his invasion. His fingers sank deeper, and she groaned. Close. So damn close…
    “Not yet,” he taunted. “Unbutton your blouse for me first.”
    Despite her trembling fingers, Lauren tore into those buttons so quick, she was sure she set some sort of record. Within a few seconds, the blouse hung open all the way to her waist.
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    “That bra better unclasp in the front.”
    She could hear him panting now. His whisper was strained, and Lauren felt a measure of victory to know she was affecting him. Even as a niggle of worry needled her.
    “It doesn’t.”
    He swore. “Bend over. Brace your elbows on the table.”
    Oh, God. He was going to spread her across her own table and fuck her from behind. Tim had never done that. Tim had never taken her outside the bedroom.
    With his body, he urged her down. Lauren had no choice but to do as he said or fall on her face.
    Oh, who was she kidding, the thought of being taken this way made her sex cramp in hunger, her belly jump in anticipation. Breathing? More difficult with every passing moment.
    At the soft thud of her elbows making contact with the table, he used his free hand to strip off her shirt and bra, jerking them down her arms and to the floor, in about two seconds flat. As soon as he was done, he settled his palm over her breast, gripping her nipple with ruthless fingers. The other hand started working her slick channel again, thumb brushing over her clit in short, mind-melting caresses.
    As she gasped, Lauren realized she now wore nothing but her skirt.
    He was still fully dressed. He’d made her his to conquer, his to use, his to bend to his will.
    Noah would be this way with a woman, dominant, skillful, in control.
    He’d do exactly what Mr. Mysterious was doing now, working her sensitive sheath with fingers that knew exactly where to press to make her lose her breath, lose her mind. Imagining it was Noah only made her ache more.
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    Building and building, the sensations threatened to consume her.
    Shivers of excitement danced down her spine and settled between her legs, winding tight. Becoming a peak of sensitivity.