Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex) (12 page)

“You’re so tight, so perfect.” He muttered something in Italian, before capturing her lips in a drugging kiss. “
Cara
, you make me want.” Control obviously gone, his accent thickened.

That she caused him to be in that state felt incredibly satisfying, especially when she unzipped his pants and grasped the evidence of his excitement. His length pressed long and thick against her fingers. At her touch, he jerked and his fingers rammed harder inside her. The sudden shocking pleasure brought tears to her eyes.

“More.”

Andre pulled back at her tortured whisper. “You like it hard?”

At her shaky nod, something dark and intense passed over his face. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth. She watched as he rolled it over his cock, her desire building with every breath. Some hazy part of her knew this was a bad idea but she wanted him. Nothing could stop what was coming, not even if the entire party came out on the balcony with them.

He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth and all thought fled. He lifted her easily and angled her back against the wall. Then he drew back and thrust home, the moisture of her arousal easing the way. His gaze captured hers as he fucked her and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t turn away. He watched with carnal satisfaction as she accepted every rough thrust, every penetrating glide of his cock through her tender sheath, his eyes soaking up every nuance of her expression.

Her orgasm surprised her, its heat spreading from her toes, up through her core and radiating out, tingling even the tips of her ears. She looked down to where she stretched open around his cock. The sight ignited a second, smaller orgasm.

Casey squeezed her eyes shut as her sheath clenched uncontrollably, every spasm leaving a soul-crushing wave of pleasure in its wake. He stiffened beneath her and moaned into her mouth as he came.

He waited until her shudders subsided before withdrawing. The wet glide of his cock leaving her body sent a jolt through her system. He wrapped the condom in a tissue and put it in his pocket before carefully zipping up his pants.

“I’ve never felt like this before.” Casey buried her face against his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.

Andre anchored her face with a strong hand and kissed her again, pulling her up until she was straddling his leg. She bit her lip at the exquisite pressure, every move they made causing her mound to rock against the muscles of his thigh.

“Cassandra, tell me what you want.”

Andre inhaled deeply as he tried to slow himself down. He hadn’t ever felt so hot and achy with a woman, hadn’t ever wanted to cherish every inch of her the way he did right now. She was extraordinarily responsive despite her obvious inexperience. When she’d asked for deeper penetration, he had almost come in his pants.

Despite the spine-numbing orgasm he’d just experienced, he could feel his cock thickening again. Her scent was driving him crazy. He knew they had to stop now before someone saw them but damn if he didn’t care about that now.

“Tell me what you want.” Andre gripped her slim hips and rocked her against the muscle of his thigh. He teased her unmercifully and continued to stare into her eyes, willing her to answer. He watched as her large, dark eyes drifted closed while she tried to shake her head.

“I just want one night. One night to learn about all the things I’m missing.”

He dropped his forehead to hers. If she thought they could work this out of their systems in one night she was more innocent than he’d assumed. Either way he was happy to volunteer himself for the night.

Her pert breasts rose as she stretched in his arms. He leaned down and drew the stiff point of her nipple against his tongue. He laved it repeatedly, loving the soft texture, the rich smell coming off her skin. Everything about her intoxicated him.

“
Piccolina
, I want to be inside you again.” He knew his desire was evident in the strain etched on his face as well as the bulge in his pants.

Part of him wanted to say to hell with propriety and take her again, right there standing up against the wall. He could hook her legs over his arms; the angle would be perfect. She would be so wet and open, he could thrust into her and sink deep over and over until they were both sated.

But as he looked down at the line of her profile, something stronger rose up in him, some instinct to cherish and protect. He wanted only to please her and see her smile. Making a spectacle of her with the people she worked with would hardly fall into that category.

“Cassandra, we need to go back inside. We have to at least say goodbye to the others before we leave.”

“Leave? You mean, together?” Her eyes flew open and darted around as if seeing things for the first time. “Oh no, we can’t leave together.” Casey pushed away from him so quickly he was startled into letting her go.

“What is the matter, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?” Andre watched, bewildered, as Casey pulled the straps of her dress up on her shoulders until she was fully covered. He reached out to pull her back into his arms but she twisted away, shaking her head furiously.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry but I have to go.”

She raced to the door and yanked it open, the noise and light from the party spilling onto the patio, illuminating her face. Her eyes were huge. Something like regret flashed across her face before she turned and ran in.

“What the hell just happened?” Andre raked his hands through his hair. Up until a few minutes ago, she’d been right there with him. He could still taste her and the sounds of her quiet cries were still ringing in his ears, torturing him. But considering that he’d just mauled her in a semipublic place where any of her coworkers could have walked by, he was lucky she hadn’t slapped him. He deserved it.

Though his father had been dead for over a decade, he found himself wondering whether Nicolas Lavin would be proud of him now. This was definitely not how he and his brother Philippe had been taught to treat women. The older man had been true to his mother until his death despite her barely concealed contempt for him. He looked up at the star-filled sky and let out a long, slow breath. He’d pushed Casey too hard and scared her off. He’d be lucky if she’d even talk to him now.

The door opened again and he turned, hoping she had come back. Milo Hamilton stood there smirking.

He glanced down at Andre’s obviously aroused state. “Things not going so well?”

Andre cursed and turned away. “Apparently not.” He heard the other man’s knowing laugh before the door slammed shut leaving him alone in the dark.

Alone with a massive load of guilt and a raging erection.

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Stolen (The Madame X School of Sex)

Copyright © 2011 by Jinx Jamison

Electronic Publication July 2011

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