One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

Reality would come crashing down on them soon enough. But for now, for this week, Holly would be his. And he promised himself he’d make the most of it.

Paul rolled onto his back and took Holly with him so she was on top of him. When she lifted herself up to sit, he pulled on the red teddy and lifted it over her head.

“I missed you,” he said, his eyes taking in the beautiful sight of her naked body. “Now, my beautiful nymph, why don’t you lean over to the bedside table and get me a condom so we don’t waste any more time tonight?”

She graced him with a seductive smile. “So you’ve decided to order me around?”

“If you don’t get that condom now, I’m going to do a lot more than that,” he warned her without malice.

Holly bent to the side, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and removed a condom from it while he admired her breasts as they hung there suspended. When she leaned back toward him, he couldn’t resist and brought one breast to his face, sucking the tip of it into his mouth.

Holly pressed herself against him, straddling his groin, her sex rubbing against his hard-on. Her wetness spread on his cock, and if he didn’t put the condom on in the next two seconds, he would be inside her without it, fucking her without protection and spilling his seed into her when he came.

Fuck! That thought excited him more than it should. He’d never before taken that kind of risk. Before he could do something stupid, he ordered her, “Put the condom on me. Quickly!”

Holly ripped the foil packet open, and with expert hands she sheathed him with the thin latex. When she smoothed down the condom, she almost robbed him of his control.

“Now, ride me, my beautiful Lady Godiva, or I’ll flip you onto your back and take what I want.”

“Well, in that case,” she purred, “I’d better obey.”

Holly lifted herself onto her knees and brought her * to hover over his cock. Instinctively Paul placed his hands on her hips, not to push her down on his cock, but to slow her descent.

“Easy, baby,” he warned when she tried to take him inside her with one thrust. “I’m like a powder keg. And I don’t think you want me to explode yet, do you?”

Holly bent closer so that her nipples rubbed against his chest. “A little sensitive?”

“You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.”

When Holly’s eyes widened, he realized what he’d inadvertently said. He hadn’t wanted to admit this to her, because he didn’t want it to be misconstrued. Yes, it was true that he hadn’t been with a woman since that fateful night with Holly, but that didn’t mean anything.

“I was working day and night,” he added now, trying to downplay his confession.

Ah, fuck! Who was he kidding? No other woman had interested him, and he hadn’t even engaged in anonymous one-night stands, or been out on a single date. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed another woman.

He couldn’t allow her to think about this, so he did the only thing he could to distract her: He pushed her hips down and rammed his cock upward, driving himself into her to the hilt. The intensity of the sensations engulfing him almost robbed him of his control. But in the last second, he pulled himself back from the brink.

“God, you feel good!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Now ride me, Holly!”



Holly followed his command, mesmerized not only by the lust blazing from his eyes and the raw emotion in his words, but also intrigued by his earlier words, the ones he’d dismissed so quickly.

You would be, too, if you hadn’t had sex in two months.

The reason she knew he’d spoken the truth was because he’d wanted to take those words back immediately. Had he wanted to butter her up with a remark like that, he wouldn’t have tried to dismiss it by blaming work for his lack of sex.

So why had he been celibate for the last two months?

Did it truly mean what she hoped it meant—that Paul hadn’t been able to forget her, just like she hadn’t been able to forget him?

Holly began to move, first slowly, lifting herself up onto her knees, then dropping back down to take him deep into her. She’d missed that feeling of being filled and stretched, of Paul trying to get as deep inside her as humanly possible. With every thrust, her heart beat faster and the temperature of her body rose.

Paul’s hands roamed her body, alternately stroking her backside, then squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples, as if he didn’t know what to do first. She felt his desire for her physically, and couldn’t help but be affected by it.

“I want you,” she whispered.

His eyes met hers, and within their dark depths she saw agreement. “You’ve got me.” His hands gripped her hips, and he slammed her down on his cock, harder than before.

She knew what he wanted to tell her with his words and his actions. That he enjoyed sex with her more than anything and that in bed, he would be hers to do with as she pleased. It would have to be enough. At least it was something nobody could take away from her.