He almost came in his pants thinking about her.
No. He wasn’t going to give her up. Not for a long time. He usually lost interest the minute he had a woman, but Jill wasn’t just any woman. She belonged to him-lock, stock and contract. And he planned to get his money’s worth for every penny she’d spent dolling herself up and seducing him like that.
He glanced at his Rolex and wondered if she would be back at her laptop and working on his next month’s schedule. He had a massive batch of headache-inducing meetings coming up, and he needed her back on the job. But for the life of him, he couldn’t get his mind off her sweet pussy gleaming up at him as he bent to slide his tongue into her and she arched and cried out so deliciously.
Fuck. He had to get his mind back on business.
Chapter Five
“You are aware that your party is starting in less than four hours?” Tim’s deep voice was filled with irritation. “So where the hell are you? I take it you couldn’t get out of there like you promised…”
Jill winced, and ran one hand through her loosened hair. “I’ll be there. I promised, and I will. I called the airport and told them to have the jet standing by. I’m only an hour away in Tahoe. Tell Mom I didn’t forget.” She heard the door to the suite open, and she stiffened.
“You’re in Tahoe? I thought you were flying to Aspen.”
“Look…stop being such a mother hen. I said I’d be there and I will. See you in a couple of hours.” She hung up the phone and turned to face Mike, and the look on his face was not a friendly one.
“And where do you think you’re going in my jet in a couple of hours?”
She inhaled deeply, mentally counting. “Home. I promised my family I would be there and I will not disappoint them-again.” Her inflection on the final word had the desired effect.
“What time?”
“It won’t cut into your schedule. I’ll have the jet back here by midnight.”
His penetrating blue gaze stopped her cold as she realized he was walking slowly across the thick carpet, his eyes slipping down over her new teal-colored pantsuit. “I see you did a bit more shopping. Am I still solvent?”
Blushing furiously, she straightened and opened her mouth to tell him what she thought. Mistake. She should have made a strategic retreat. His hands were on her waist, dragging her close. His mouth found the deep vee of her blouse, and she gave a shudder of delight as he pulled her uncompromisingly against his thick, hard erection.
Managing a gasping reply, she shoved her palms flat against his chest to gain an inch of space to breathe. “Of course you’re solvent. In case you weren’t aware, you are filthy rich, Michael Furie, so don’t go giving me shit about buying a few things I needed.”
Ignoring her retort, his pressed a line of hot kisses to her throat and murmured seductively, “How long do we have before takeoff?”
“About an hour…”
He swept aside her resistance, making short work of the buttery-soft blouse and slacks, as she gasped and melted into him. The heat of his cock found its way past the thong that did nothing to conceal her pussy lips, and he sucked her puffed nipples through the lace of her wispy bra. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his hips as he entered her with a deep groan of sheer pleasure, firing her pulses and setting her aflame with every slow, deep plunge into her pussy.
“Jesus, that thong feels so fucking good dragging over my cock, Furie. I don’t think I can hold off much longer…”
Jill whimpered and thrust her clit against his opened zipper, ignoring the sharp teeth of metal. “Oh God…touch me…please…” she begged, and she felt him come just as his lean fingers sought her throbbing clit, sending her over the edge to follow him as he pinched her aching nub gently and lightly bit the side of her throat.
Her orgasm jolted through them both as her pussy clenched tight and milked every drop of his cum. “Are you trying to make me forget my birthday party, Boss?”
Her throaty voice stopped his thrusts cold as he realized with a jolt that it was her birthday. What a fucking jerk he was! She had even reminded him in notes on his schedule. No wonder she was so fucking pissed at him. He had forgotten. Again. He buried his lips in her velvet skin and calmed his mad need to fuck her until he got enough of her. Which would be roughly never.
“No. You won’t miss your birthday party, Furie. But I still have ten more minutes of quality time with this completely delicious pussy before we have to leave for the airport. So humor me, for God’s sake. And you won’t ever regret it. That’s MY promise…”
He unhooked her flimsy little bra and bent to suck a swollen nipple deep into his hungry mouth, rolling it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth as she gave a throaty cry of pleasure that made his cock harden into a steel pole once again. He felt her fingers clutching his hair as he adored her sweet breasts, beginning another slow, pulsing invasion of her succulently wet cunt, dripping with the thick cream from his first ejaculation. God, but he was getting badly hooked here.
She was so fucking responsive, he thought he would die from the heady pleasure of her tight little sheath clutching his wet shaft. As he turned and backed her against the wall next to the bed, he pumped harder, ramming deeper as she clung to him and begged him never to stop. Hell no. He had no plans of ever stopping.
Jill turned off the shower and then stepped out onto the thick white mat, reaching for the towel that hung beside the shower on a heated rod. Her thoughts were on the three marvelous orgasms he’d given her just before he’d told her to shower and get dressed. It didn’t take her long to climb back into her teal outfit. She glanced at her slim gold watch. He was waiting downstairs with a limo for the airport. She had exactly three minutes to brush her hair and meet him.
She wondered exactly what her brothers and parents would say when she arrived in the second limo that would be waiting for her at the airport when she touched down. Usually she arrived in a cab. Her dad already thought she was nuts to be working for Furie Enterprises. He would see the lavish vehicle as another ostentatious trapping of the decadent lifestyle her boss lived. And damn it all to hell…her surprise announcement that she had just quit her job would certainly not be forthcoming. Except now, she wasn’t getting paid to work. Unless you counted a whole shit load of hot sex as a salary of sorts.
She wrapped her still-wet hair up into a knot atop her head and shoved a long ivory hairpin through it, grabbed her suede jacket and shoved her bare feet into the teal leather sandals, realizing that it was still snowing outside and laughing at the extravagance. Ah, well…in just over an hour she would be back in temperate, sunny California, with nary a snowflake to be found. She picked up her purse and rushed out to the private elevator across from the gold double doors of the honeymoon suite. In a little over an hour, she would be back with her family.
She slid into the backseat of the limo and found him seated on the other end of the seat, apparently having decided to go with her to the airport. “Is my overnight case in the trunk?” Her question to the driver was answered by Furie.
“Our bags are in the trunk.”
“Our bags?” His blue eyes slid over her once more, and she shivered. God, but the man was enough to drive a sane woman mad.
“Isn’t it proper for a husband to meet his in-laws?”
That brought her instantly back to reality. “I don’t think this would be the best time for a meeting with the family.”
“You weren’t going to tell them about me.” The quiet statement brought hot color to her cheeks.