"Let me."

He gently brushed her hair to one side, then picked up the necklace. Laying the string of jewels between her br**sts, he slid his fingers up the chain, along the sensitive skin of her collarbone and neck. She shivered in response.

The necklace perfectly matched the purple cashmere sweater she'd worn earlier today.

Chapter Ten

Melissa touched the stones lightly. "Dominic, this is too much. I can't keep it; it's too expensive. Too . . . beautiful," she finished softly. As she turned to look up at him, her mouth lush and pink and her eyes sparkling, Dominic's hard-on edged against his zipper.

"You're beautiful," he said, needing desperately to kiss her, to feel her mouth beneath his, to taste her.

He knelt between her legs to cup her face, tangling his hands in her hair as his mouth found hers. He hadn't intended to seduce her at his friend's restaurant. Just as he hadn't meant to kiss her earlier in the boardroom. Or make love to her repeatedly at his house the night before.

He'd never felt so drawn to anyone before, never needed a woman this badly, never craved her touch beyond reason. But the past eight hours had been a goddamned eternity, waiting to taste her again, and he was rougher than he intended as he forced her lips open with his tongue.

She groaned and instinctively opened her legs so that he could move in closer.

"I want you, Melissa. Right here. Right now."

He'd meant to get her permission to make love to her here, but being with her made him crazy, made everything he intended to say gently sound like a ruthless sexual demand, instead.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth. "What if someone comes in?"

"We're safe here. If we don't answer when they knock, they'll go away."

"Promise?"

With a groan, he slipped his hands beneath her ass and said, "I promise," before covering her mouth again in a hot kiss. As she wriggled in his palms, his brain shut down as his c**k surged.

"All I've been able to think about for hours and hours," he admitted as he pushed back her black silk dress to bare her br**sts, "are your perfect br**sts."

A sheer black bra barely covered her tight ni**les, a sexy showcase for the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen.

"I kept thinking about doing this," he said, pushing the mounds together with his palms and cover ing her lace-covered ni**les with his mouth. She arched her back as he slid his tongue and thumbs over the stiff peaks.

"And this." He gently nipped at her rosy flesh with his teeth.

"Oh, God," she whispered, "yes."

The final vestiges of his self-control vanished. With Melissa, he couldn't even wait sixty seconds to dip into her honey pot. Being with her made him crazy, made him act like a sex-starved maniac.

Even though it hadn't even been a full day since he'd f**ked her.

He slid his hands down her ribs, over her waist, pushing her dress higher and higher as he made his way south. She opened her legs wide and his fingers were greedy in their desperation to touch her, to feel how wet she was, to slide into her.

Her panties were damp, and a drop of precome shot to the head of his dick. He pressed against her fabric-covered mound with the pad of his thumbs, then slipped one finger under the band, and hit gold. Her pu**y was slick and smooth. He slid one digit in to the hilt. She bucked into his hand, tightened her grip on his shoulder, and a whimper emerged from her throat.

He couldn't just let her come again with only his fingers. He had to taste her, too, lave her cunt with his tongue until she cried out in ecstasy.

Effortlessly lifting her hips off the chair, he slid her panties off and dived between her legs to lick her pu**y in long strokes. She rocked her pelvis into his tongue and he pumped his fingers in and out of her in perfect counterpoint to her swaying hips.

Any second now she would come, and he would be hard-pressed not to blow in his pants. He would barely be able to hold out long enough to slip on a condom and pull her down on his shaft. He wouldn't win any records for staying power, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was giving her pleasure.

And feeling her suck him dry.

Her breath came in short gasps as she climaxed into his mouth. His hands wanted to be everywhere at once: swirling her clit, in her pu**y, on her silk-covered ni**les. He couldn't wait another second, couldn't wait for her to come down from her climax before he sank into her tight, wet heat. He unzipped his pants, reached into the pocket for a condom, and slid it over his huge erection. A second later, he pulled her off the chair and onto his shaft.

She slid down, taking him inch by sweet inch into her tight hole. They were a perfect fit, and he pushed in deeper until she was rocking into him, pulling his face to hers and kissing him passionately. He knew she was going to come again, close on the heels of her first orgasm, but he could barely think about anything besides his throbbing dick. He wanted to focus on her pleasure, tried so damn hard to concentrate on swirling her clit and squeezing her br**sts, but all that did was make him harder, send him closer to his explosion.

His orgasm hit him like a three-hundred-pound linebacker, knocking the breath from his lungs. Melissa's contractions merged with his as they banged against each other on the floor, coming as hard as he ever had. Their mouths were sloppy, biting and licking and kissing and sucking at each other's.

At last she collapsed in his arms, exhausted by the force of their lovemaking. He felt like he was just getting started. He wanted to take her home right now and make love to her all night long.

But less than a minute later, her body language shifted from relaxed to tense. She untangled her limbs from his, awkwardly getting on her feet in the small space between his body, her chair, and the table.

"I need to go to the ladies' room," she said, her words tripping over one another. "Excuse me."

Before he'd even zipped up his pants, she was gone.

Chapter Eleven

M elissa's alarm went off and she sat up in bed, staring at her puffy face in the mirror over her dresser. She'd barely slept all night, after running out on Dominic in the middle of dinner.

This time he'd seduced her, and she'd been even more out of control than the first time he'd loved her senseless. Anyone could have walked in on them. Anyone could have witnessed her greedily riding Dominic's huge c**k for all she was worth. Not only did she have no self-control where Dominic was concerned, she was completely devoid of common sense.

Two hours later, she rang the doorbell of JP's enormous new mansion in the prestigious Sea Cliff neighborhood. A house like his rented well into the double-digit thousands per month, and with no contract, he wouldn't be able to pay for it much longer at that burn rate.