She gaped at him in disbelief. “Your brother? The younger one, I assume?”

“Colin, yes.” Ian shook his head in exasperation. “Before he met and married his wife, I swear he slept his way through half of London and a good part of Europe, too. There was always some lurid story or photo of him in the tabloids, and the PR department at headquarters was constantly doing damage control.”

“And he, um, shared all the juicy details with you?”

Ian wrinkled his aristocratic nose in distaste. “In far, far too much detail for my liking. You see, Colin lived with me in London for a couple of years. My mother practically begged me to let him room with me once he graduated from university. I suppose she hoped I’d be a good influence on him.”

She reached over and gave him a quick kiss, grinning at him impishly. “I can understand that. After all, you’ve been a very, very good influence on me.”

His hand squeezed her breast as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Or a very, very bad one, depending on your point of view.”

Tessa sighed with pleasure as he tumbled her back onto the pillows, his tongue licking a circle around her sore, reddened nipple. “Mmm, no, it’s all been good. Sooo good. Now, ah, oh, yes, what about – ohh – your brother?”

Ian lifted his head reluctantly from her breast, replacing his lips with the pad of his thumb. “Nearly every morning over breakfast or on the drive to the office I’d be treated - very reluctantly, by the way - to a full replay of his previous evening’s action. Details that I have no intention of repeating to your tender ears, by the way. Trust me, some of Colin’s tales made me blush. Let’s just say he was extremely adventurous, and I doubt if he knew the meaning of the word taboo.”

She ran her fingers through his damp, disheveled hair. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’ve been stealing his moves, so to speak. Would that, ah, upset him if he knew?”

He gave a hoot of laughter. “God, no! My brother would be over the moon right now to learn I’d finally let my hair down. Colin used to rib me all the time about how formal and by the book I was. He used to call me rather unflattering nicknames as well. Like “Old Man” or “Professor Prude.”” He ran a hand up her thigh to her hip and then slid around to squeeze her ass cheek. “But when he meets you for the first time, he’s going to eat his words. Colin will take one look at this hot body of yours and know that I can’t keep my hands off of it.”

“Ian.” She sighed as he pulled her against him, plundering her mouth with another of his desperate, hungry kisses.

Within seconds, they were a tangle of arms and legs, entwined so closely that it felt to Tessa like their bodies were fused together. They rolled around the bed, changing positions constantly as they tried desperately to get even closer, to assuage their seemingly unquenchable craving for each other.

At one point, Ian lifted his lips from hers, groaning as he buried his face against the damp skin of her neck. “God, I want you, Tessa. Feel how much, feel what you do to me.” He urged her hand to his thick, throbbing cock, his groans increasing in volume with each slow, arousing stroke she made. “Ah, so good, love,” he panted, a gasp escaping his throat as her slim hand slid around to fondle the heavy weight of his testicles. “But,” he clamped a hand around her wrist, “I’d feel like the horniest, most inconsiderate bastard of all time if I took you again so soon. I know you need some more time before -”

“Shh.” She took him by surprise as she pushed him onto his back before sliding down his body.

Ian’s hips bucked up off the bed at the first touch of her tongue fluttering along his penis. “Tessa,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her thick blonde curls. “You don’t have to do -”

“But I want to. I love doing this,” she purred, circling the broad head of his cock with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth.

“Jesus.” He was breathing heavily, the excitement coursing through his body with each stroke of her hand, each sweet, erotic pull of her lips.

“Mmm, you’re delicious,” she murmured. “I could do this all night long.” As he’d taught her, she relaxed the muscles of her throat and took him in as deeply as she could, as much of him as she was able. She slid her mouth off of him, replacing her lips with her hand, and smiled up at him impishly. “What would your brother say if he could see you now?”

Ian laughed weakly. “He would say that I was the luckiest bastard in the universe. And he definitely - ah -” he stammered as she once again took him into her very eager mouth “wouldn’t even think - ah, Christ - of calling me – fuck - old man.”

Chapter Twenty

“You look kind of, uh, tired, Ian. Late night?”

“Hmm?” Ian glanced up across the table at his dining companion. “I’m sorry, Matt, did you say something? Afraid I’ve been in a bit of a daze most of the morning.”

Matthew Bennett gave his friend a knowing grin. “Should I assume your very hot new girlfriend is the reason for your, er, daze?”

Ian couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his features. “Jesus, mate, you wouldn’t believe the half of it. But, yes, suffice it to say that Tessa is most definitely the reason I look a little out of it right now. Not to mention in dire need of a nap.”

Ian considered Matthew one of his closest friends here in San Francisco, but there was still absolutely no way he was going to confide the exact reason he was so wiped out this morning. He’d been woken out of a sound sleep at an ungodly hour of the morning, but he’d have had to be a blithering idiot to even consider complaining about it - not when he’d woken with a groan to find a gorgeous, sexy blonde bent over him, his cock in her mouth as she gave him a very enthusiastic blowjob. And then, when he’d been perilously close to coming, she’d straddled his body, positioning the thick head of his penis at the entrance to her body before impaling herself an inch at a time until he was buried to the root.

She’d looked like a pagan warrior princess as she’d ridden him, her bare, lush breasts beckoning him to touch them, her long hair waving over her shoulders. The merest flick of his thumb against her clit had sent her spiraling into climax, the tight muscles of her pussy squeezing his cock as she came, and he’d spilled himself inside of her hot, welcoming body mere seconds later.