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  Liane didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. All she could do was close her eyes and absorb the sensations. Never had she been taken like this. This was heady and raw. It sent her emotions spiraling out of control and her arousal to places it had never gone.

  He told her to spread her legs a bit, and then he slipped a finger into her ass crack and underneath to her throbbing clit, over and over, until she pushed back against him and writhed against his touch. “Please…” she whispered.

  His lips grazed her neck. “Please what?”

  “Oh…”

  Emmett slid a finger between her moist folds, and Liane cried out again as fresh desire raced through her. “You are soaking wet.”

  “I can’t help it. You did that to me.”

  “Mmmm … I can’t wait to taste it.”

  Her exhale came out in a shudder, and when he pushed his other hand into the opening at the front of the dress and placed it over her left breast, she began to whimper. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while she shook her head back and forth, silently begging for release.

  “I wonder how these taste.”

  “Please.”

  “Tell me what you want, Liane. In detail. Or I won’t do anything more than I’m doing right now for the entire night.”

  How the hell did he have this kind of control? Was he human?

  “I want you to make love to me.”

  He chuckled, and shivers ran up and down her spine. Emmett gave her nipple a squeeze, and the tiny jolt of electricity it sent straight to her clit forced a loud moan from her. “You’re going to have to do better than that, gorgeous. Come on. Use your imagination.”

  Shit. He was going to torture her with sex. “Okay. I want you to lick that.”

  Another squeeze, this one tighter. She cried out again. “That what? Use real names. Come on, Liane. You’re a grown woman with a lush body. Own it. Tell me what you want me to do to every square inch of it.”

  “Spank me more. I loved that. And lick my nipples. And suck them. Please.”

  “Good girl.” He moved his hand to the other breast, where he proceeded to tease it in the same way. Then he slipped a long finger into her pussy, slowly, while she let out a long moan. “Don’t stop. Tell me more. What else do you want me to do to you?”

  “Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, and your dick.”

  “Good girl. Very good.” He moved his finger in and out gently, and the movement sent shock waves straight to her clit. She was going to come. No doubt about it.

  “I can’t think anymore.”

  He kissed her neck. “Yes, you can.”

  “You mentioned tying me to your bed.”

  “Yes, I did.” That voice! It washed over her until no other sound existed. “Tell me about that. What do you picture when you think about it?”

  “I’ve always had fantasies.”

  He moaned softly as he continued playing with her nipple and her pussy. “Is that true? Tell me about them. Please, Liane.”

  The realization this was turning him on just as much sent her excitement level through the roof. “I want you to tie me down and spank me, and then fuck me silly. Fuck me until neither one of us can breathe.”

  “Oh my God. You shall have your wish, beautiful lady. But first, if I don’t get inside that hot, wet pussy I’m going to come in my pants.”

  Emmett turned her around and kissed her so deep and rough that Liane could hardly stand up when he released it. He cupped her face and gazed at her with an intense, dark look that was almost dangerous, but she wasn’t afraid. Her blood boiled. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life. “You’re mine.”

  Before she could react to that statement, he turned her to face the sideboard again and bent her over so that her torso rested on it. Liane braced herself on her hands as Emmett caressed her thighs and ass cheeks. He slid a finger into her pussy from behind again, and then she heard him unzip his pants. She held her breath, and then cried out in surprise as he swatted her bare ass cheeks, several times in quick succession.

  The sting had her dancing to get away from the pain, but at the same time the pleasure coursing through her was like nothing she’d experienced. “More of that later,” he said. “Move your legs apart a bit wider and arch your back.”

  She did, and then he slipped his dick into her pussy from behind, so slowly and gently it brought tears to her eyes. “Ah … so good, Liane. You’re so fucking wet you don’t need lube. Oh, baby. That is exquisite. Are you okay? Do you like this?”

  “Yes.” Liane was lost in a sea of familiar yet different sensations. Emmett wasn’t a small man, and it took a few moments to get used to his size, and for him to get all the way inside her. Each thrust sent spasms to her clit, and when he reached around to tease it, she exploded in a crazy orgasm that sent contractions out to her fingers and toes.

  “The first of many tonight, sweetheart.” Emmett kissed her neck tenderly. “Enjoy it.”

  The first of many? Her entire body contracted at his words while shivers ran down her spine at the tone in his voice. And had he really called her sweetheart? Was this real?

  Emmett played with her breasts as he fucked her, slipping his hands into her dress from behind. He kissed her neck, and he caressed her ass cheeks and thighs. His hands were everywhere, and each thrust grew quicker and more forceful, until Liane could do nothing but stand there and take it.

  She became aware of a steady stream of incomprehensible words filling the air and realized they came from her. His grunting and soft groans were so damn sexy that she was close to another orgasm. That had never happened. In fact, she’d never come while Keith was inside her unless one or both of them rubbed her clit, and even then it hadn’t always worked.

  Tears ran down her cheeks as he nuzzled her neck. “You feel incredible, baby. Are you okay? Do you like this?”

  “I love it, Emmett. Please don’t stop.”

  He chuckled softly. “I can’t hold on much longer, but I want to feel you come one more time before I let go.”

  That did it. She moaned loudly as the second climax overtook her, and then Emmett slammed into her at a crazy speed with and so much force his balls slapped her pussy with each thrust. When he came, he cried out loudly and jerked several times inside her, then collapsed over her back, breathing heavily.

  She could feel the sweat on his clothing, and realized he’d done nothing but take his cock out of his pants. Her dress was still on, although it would likely need to be washed now. It was so damn sexy that neither one had undressed. It should feel cheap and sleazy, but it didn’t. She felt sexy and wanton, and couldn’t wait to fuck him again. This was the most erotic night of her life so far, and she couldn’t wait to see what else he had in mind for them.

  Chapter Six

  Emmett forced himself to stand up. He was actually dizzy. He hadn’t come that hard in a while, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex in the dining room. But Liane had called to him yesterday like a siren from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. When she’d shown up here tonight, looking so exquisite, he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d had to claim her.

  He shoved his dick back into his pants and zipped up. “Let’s get you to a bathroom so you can clean up.”

  She glanced around like she wasn’t sure what had just happened, and the gesture was so endearing his heart gave an odd flutter. Careful there. He handed her the very pretty underwear, sandals, and laptop bag, then took her arm and led her down the back hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom.

  She hadn’t said one word about the lavish apartment, and he wondered if she’d even looked at the décor or any of the pieces he had on display. Most women he invited over here went on and on about it, so it was refreshing not to have to listen to the praise tonight.

  Yes, he was very wealthy. Yes, he liked dark, muted colors at home and in the building where he worked. Yes, he collected antiques. And yes, he had an impressive collection of swords and dagge
rs, most of which he’d retrieved along with a procurement team. He also had the battle scars from injuries sustained in storms they’d barely escaped to prove it.

  But most women didn’t want to hear about that. They saw dollar signs as they walked through his place, and he knew that. The wanted to talk about how lonely he must be living by himself in this big place, or how it needed a feminine touch. They wanted marriage and children, and he knew that, too. Emmett wasn’t against either. He’d simply never found a woman he could imagine spending his life with. At forty years old, he was more likely to die in a storm on the Earth’s surface the next time he went up there to look for something than he was to find a wife.

  And his parents were hardly role models for marriage or parenting. He’d grown up listening to them tell him he’d been a mistake, and that they’d only married as a business arrangement. Hearing your parents tell you things like that didn’t exactly endear one to the idea of matrimony or the pitter patter of tiny feet.

  He was who he was, but he didn’t hurt anyone being that person. He never led a woman on or made her believe he wanted more from her. They knew up front what his intentions were, and he was tired of apologizing for it when things changed for them. He shouldn’t have to do that, nor should he change simply because they wanted him to. He accepted every woman with whom he had a relationship just as she was. He didn’t try to make them into someone they weren’t. Why couldn’t they accept him as he was, too?

  “Your bedroom smells wonderful. Like vanilla cookies.”

  He smiled. Once again, she hadn’t said one word about the expensive furniture or the view. She noticed the smell of his candles. He turned her toward him and kissed her. She dropped her shoes and underwear, and almost dropped her laptop bag, but he caught it in time. She giggled. “I think I’m punch drunk.”

  “I think you are. Let me put this someplace safe, and then I want to show you my sunken tub. We can wash each other off.”

  “Oh, I would love that.”

  He placed her shoes, underwear, and laptop bag on a chair, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His mouth roamed lazily over hers while he removed her dress. When he released the kiss, he draped the dress over the rest of her things and stepped back to admire her body. “You are perfect.”

  She really was. He loved women who had something to hold onto, with large breasts and curvy hips. She even had a bit of a belly, which he’d always found endearing. When her arms started to cross over it, he caught her wrists. “No. Don’t do that. I love the way you look.”

  “I’m sure the women you usually go out with aren’t fat.”

  He stepped closer to her until their noses were nearly touching. “You are not fat. You are a sexy woman whose body I happen to think belongs in a painting. One more word about you being fat and I’ll spank you for real. It will hurt, and I don’t mean in a good way.”

  Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. His cock jumped to attention again when unmistakable lust filled her eyes. How interesting. He had hoped like crazy she had a kinky streak. That would make this a lot more enjoyable. He couldn’t wait to help her explore it.

  Once inside his bathroom, he dimmed the lights and turned on music. Soft jazz this time. Then he turned on the water to fill the tub. “The toilet is in there. I’ll give you your privacy.”

  She glanced around at the gold and silver décor, the marble, and the enormous stained-glass window over the tub, featuring a design from the Middle Ages. That window had cost him a fortune, and he’d nearly lost his life obtaining it. “I’m betting there’s a story behind that.”

  “There is. I’ll tell you when we’re in the tub.”

  When she emerged from the other room, he guided her down into the tub and took a seat, pulling her onto his lap, facing away from him. “Just relax into it, Liane. And let me know if it’s too warm.”

  “It’s heavenly.”

  He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Yes, it certainly is.”

  Her giggle made his dick hard to the point of pain. “I meant the water.”

  “So did I, but you are, too.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

  “Why not? It’s time you had the kind of attention you deserve.”

  She didn’t say answer him, but that was all right. He knew this would take some getting used to on her part. When the tub was as full as he wanted, he shut off the water and turned on the jets. She moaned softly and leaned back against him. “So tell me about the window.”

  He held up his right hand. “See these scars?”

  She nodded. “I noticed them earlier.”

  “The edge of that window cut me as it went sailing past our heads in straight line winds. We chased it across a field for about ten minutes before we finally caught up to it, and only one tiny corner was damaged.”

  She turned to face him. “Are you kidding me? It has to weigh a ton.”

  He smiled. “About thirty pounds, actually. That’s how strong the winds were.”

  “You went above ground in a wind storm for a window?”

  “Ah, come on, Liane. Look at it. I mean really look at it. It was made in the fifteenth century.”

  She gazed at the leaded glass. “Really?”

  “Really. A friend of mine found it and emailed me a picture. I had to have it.”

  “You could have died.”

  “We all do one day.”

  He felt her shudder and pulled her close again. “It’s okay. It’s what I do. I like nice things, and I’d rather help obtain them than sit back and let someone else have all the fun or do all the work.”

  She snuggled against his body, and he was ready to fuck her again. She had a powerful effect on him that he found unnerving but delicious at the same time. Who was he to argue with his hormones?

  “I can’t imagine doing that. You’re so much braver than I am.”

  “I can’t imagine going through what you did. Don’t you think that took an enormous amount of bravery on your part?”

  “I suppose so. At the time I didn’t feel brave. I simply felt overwhelmed.”

  He stroked her damp hair. “When I go above ground I don’t feel brave. I feel alive. I’m battling the very elements that have driven us all under the earth and turned us into moles. I’m giving them the finger, so to speak.”

  “When you put it that way, I can understand you wanting to go up there.”

  “What about you? What would you search for if you could go up there with a procurement team?”

  She sighed out loud. “Wow. So many things.”

  “Like what? Tell me.”

  “Well, I suppose if I’m aiming as high as possible, I’d love something uniquely Celtic. You know, like a shield or a dagger they used in battle, or some statue or piece of pottery that was symbolic. Both sides of my family can trace their roots back to the Celtic people, and at one time I almost majored in ancient cultures instead of IT.”

  He stroked her hair and back. “There are still artifacts like that to find, if you know where to look.”

  She laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s go. We can hop a plane to Ireland, right?”

  Emmett reached under her arms and grasped her breasts gently. “Actually we can, but it wouldn’t be a commercial jet. It would likely have to dodge storms all the way across the Atlantic, using radar from the twentieth century because the even though the satellites are still orbiting Earth, accessing them is hit and miss. The same hackers who screwed up The Madeline Project also fucked up the weather satellites.”

  He teased her nipples with his fingers until she moaned softly. “Then we’d have to land the plane, and hope to dodge yet more storms as we made our way to caves or excavation sites where others are searching for the same things.”

  Her moans were loud now. She threw her head back, her eyelids fluttering, and Emmett realized he’d never seen any woman look so taken by ecstasy. Her reactions were pure. Nothing contrived or exaggerated. He wondered if she’d eve
r had sex with any men besides her husband or that sleazy attorney.

  “Then, if we were lucky enough to find such a rare piece, we’d have to repeat the process and bring it back here.”

  “Have you done this more than once? I mean retrieve items.”

  “Yes. Many times.” Emmett moved his hand between her legs, and shivered at the way she cried out in pleasure. He flicked her clit. “Each time I go up there, I find something worth the trip, and I usually end up with a new scar or two for my troubles.”

  “It’s the thrill of the chase, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice all breathy. “Just like the Storm Troopers. They do the same thing because they love the challenge.”

  “Yes,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Exactly. The same way you love the challenge of uncovering something hidden in code, or discovering how to write it to make a program do exactly what you want it to do.”

  “Emmett … make love to me again. Please.”

  He couldn’t have refused her anything at that point in time. This girl would be his undoing. He knew that as surely as he knew his own name, and he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he welcomed it.

  ****

  Liane felt like she was floating in the tub, tucked between Emmett’s legs, his fingers working their magic on her clit. The orgasm was slow, long, and sweet. She moaned continuously as it washed over her, filling her senses with the most delicious peace and longing for more. Before it finished, he lifted her up and then lowered her pussy over his dick. She had no idea cocks could stay so hard underwater, but his certainly was.

  She still faced away from him, and had never had sex like this, but it was exquisite. At this angle, each thrust massaged that spot way up inside her that kept the climax going. He held onto her hips and moved her up and down, and then she was off him and in his arms, facing him.

  Liane kissed Emmett like she might never be able to again, and then she reached between them to grasp his dick. She’d never taken the initiative during sex but couldn’t stop herself now. She wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased her. He placed his hand over hers and guided her strokes, moaning deeply in the back of his throat as they continued kissing.