“Oh, they knew but didn’t care. Lucky for me, Quinn was about to expand, venturing into other types of law, not just entertainment. So, like everyone else, I had to apply.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Like he wouldn’t hire anyone with the last name of Masters.”
“He might not have, and I would not have wanted him to if I hadn’t met his qualifications. The last thing I wanted was for him to be accused of nepotism.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’ve heard that you’re pretty awesome.”
He gave a rueful chuckle. “Honestly, is that what you heard?”
She nodded, then placed her glass down again and met his gaze. “So, what else do you want to talk about, Cortez?”
“A number of things, but I think we should consider taking the conversation in there,” he said, angling his head toward the bedroom door.
“I agree,” she said.
Draining the last of his wine, he placed the wineglass on the table, then got to his feet. Coming around the table, he leaned down…and swept Victoria into his arms.
VICTORIA’S EYES HAD CLOSED the moment Cortez swept her into his arms. When she felt her back touch the bed cushions, she opened them to gaze into the handsome face looming over hers. Leaning in close, he whispered against her lips, “You have no idea just how much I want you, Victoria.”
He was right, she honestly didn’t. “Show me,” she whispered back.
A smile touched his lips, extending from one corner to the other. Victoria shivered. She could climax just by looking at his smile. It was such a turn-on.
“Oh, I intend to show you, Victoria. I’ll show you everything.”
Then he leaned closer to capture her mouth, sliding his tongue inside while slipping his hand underneath her dress to trace a slow path down her thigh. The feel of his hand on that part of her made it impossible for her to hold back a moan. He suddenly broke off the kiss. “Time to get naked.”
She watched as he moved away from the bed, whipping his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Kicking off his shoes, he released the snap at his waistband, lowered his zipper, and then eased his pants, along with his briefs, down his legs. Heat consumed her when she got a good look at him, remembering the first time she’d seen him naked and how she’d been filled with apprehension. But he had made things okay by delivering pleasure, not pain. At least, not much pain.
He returned to the bed, wordlessly scooping her into his arms to place her on her feet. Since he’d undressed, Victoria figured she might as well get naked, as well, so she started to disrobe. He didn’t say anything as he leaned against the dresser, watching her.
When her hands went to the top of her dress, she glanced over at him and saw his gaze had followed the movement. When she paused, he repeated her earlier words. “Show me.”
Victoria felt emboldened by his request and decided to let him look his fill. Sliding the dress past her shoulders and then down over her hips, she stepped out of it. She was about to dispense of her panties when he said, “Let me do the honor. Please.”
She could clearly recall the last time he’d removed her panties. “Certainly,” she said, licking her lips as he strolled back toward her.
He dipped his mouth to her chest and latched onto a breast, drawing a nipple into his mouth and starting to suck on it. She groaned at the sensations his greedy mouth and tongue were causing as he devoured one breast before moving to the other. Her nipples were expanding in his mouth, and she could feel the lower part of her body tighten and quiver with each tug on her breasts.
Moments later, he got on one knee in front of her and reached up to rub his fingers across the crotch of her panties. She caught her breath as a quiver of electricity shot through her. He tilted his head back and met her gaze. The look in his eyes almost had her dissolving into a puddle of pleasure.
His eyes held hers as his hand lightly stroked her panties before sliding his fingers inside. She closed her eyes when they hit their mark, inching inside of her. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked.
Removing his fingers, he slid her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them, holding firm to his shoulders for balance. When he looked back up at her, he licked his lips before saying, “I lie in bed many nights regretting I never got a taste of you, Victoria.”
She swallowed, knowing what sort of taste he was talking about. “Did you?”
“Yes. I could only fantasize about my tongue sliding inside of you, moving around in you, claiming you in a way you’d never been claimed.”
Heat swept through her body. She’d also spent many hours fantasizing about him doing all sorts of erotic things to her body. Should she admit that to him? Maybe, but not now. Anticipation was riding her, and when he grabbed hold of her hips and planted his face between her legs, she nearly buckled at the knees. She heard him draw in a deep breath through his nostrils, as if to inhale her scent.
“Cortez,” she whispered, not sure how much longer she could last. Her sanity was being shredded into pieces.
He released her from misery, leaning in closer and opening her up to slide his tongue inside of her. The moment she felt the heat of his tongue, primal sexual urges surged through her, ridding her of all thought. All she could do was allow erotic sensations to take over.
Between moans, she forced herself to breathe. Then his tongue became aggressive, lapping her up greedily as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Did he not know what he was doing to her?
OMG… Now he was alternating between sucking and sipping on her, as if she was his favorite wine. She felt each single stroke all the way to her womb, and without any degree of control, her body began to spasm. He tightened his hold on her thighs to keep his mouth locked between her legs, as if it didn’t bother him in the least that his mouth was being filled with her feminine juices. She felt her climax building, and she closed her eyes.
Then suddenly, it happened. Waves of pleasure overtook her, ripped through her, enveloping her in ecstasy. She felt herself drowning in rapture, and couldn’t help but purr as her body was bombarded with pleasure.
Before the last of her spasms could subside, he swept her into his arms and placed her back in the bed. “My condom or yours this time?” he asked her.
Victoria forced her eyes open. Seeing the wild look of desire in his eyes, she was even more aware of what she’d agreed to this weekend. She could barely move her lips to say, “Yours.”
He smiled at her before grabbing a condom packet out of the nightstand. After sheathing himself, he quickly joined her on the bed, straddling her body. Holding her gaze, he slid between her legs, and in one powerful thrust, he was inside of her, rocking against her in long, earth-quaking strokes.
Victoria arched her body, desperate in need, greedy in want, and frantic with desire. He was pounding into her, giving her what she’d been missing. Tiny moans caught in her throat when the first signs of another orgasm flowed through her. Fire lit her loins, and she felt the full impact of his erection as it brought her to the edge.
Then she was pushed over, at the same time she could actually feel the spasmodic tightening of his own muscles, signaling his explosion. She welcomed it, desperately wanted it, and was thrilled at the thought they would share it again, together.