One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

Only then did he speak again. “If you keep this up, you’re going to be the death of me.”


He gave her a sideways glance. Was Holly as ruffled by the kiss as he?

“I didn’t start it,” she murmured.

He shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. “You did. You propositioned me.” Then he took her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And had you not done it, I would have asked you to spend the night with me before you had a chance to leave the reception.”

There was no way he would have let an opportunity like this pass him by. Because women like Holly didn’t cross his path every day.





3


By the time Paul pulled into the driveway of a mansion that rivaled the Sinclairs’ house in size and elegance, Holly had managed to slow her heartbeat to near normal. However, her entire body still stood in flames. The memory of Paul’s hard cock pressing against her palm was still fresh, and as real as if she were still touching him through his pants. To say that his size was impressive would have been an understatement. But he wasn’t just big and hard—his shaft had pulsed in her hand as though trying to tell her in Morse code what he desired.

Not that she needed any instructions. She knew very well what Paul wanted. It was what she wanted too: to feel him inside her, to feel him stretch her to capacity, to ride her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Her womb clenched at the mere suggestion of what it would feel like to be taken by a man like him, to hand the reins over to him, to be seduced and not be the seductress the way she had to be with her clients.

Ex-clients, she corrected herself quickly. After all, she had given her notice tonight. She wasn’t an escort anymore. She was a free woman. Free to enjoy the attentions of a sexy single man who by the looks of it was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but appeared uninhibited as well. There would be no awkward fumbling in the dark. No rushed lovemaking. Paul struck her as the kind of man who liked to lavish attention on the women he was with, one who enjoyed pleasuring women. She hoped she was right, because what she needed tonight was a whole lot of pleasure. Just to take the edge off.

After all, lots of changes had taken place in her life only recently: her best friend Sabrina was now married and pregnant, and those two events alone would change their friendship as Sabrina’s priorities shifted to those of a wife and mother. Also, Holly was now unemployed, and the prospect of having to find some way to earn a living was frightening.

“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” Paul’s voice said close to her right ear.

Holly whipped her head around and noticed only now that Paul had gotten out of the car and was holding the passenger door open for her, his hand extended as he leaned down to her.

She let a seductive smile play around her mouth. “I never get cold feet. And if I did, I’m sure you’d have something to warm them with, wouldn’t you?” For a brief moment, she met his gaze, then dropped it lower to where his pants tented.

She reached for his hand and allowed him to pull her from her seat. But the moment her feet found purchase on the cobblestone circular driveway, Paul lifted her up, making her feet dangle in the air. A moment later, she found herself sandwiched between the car and Paul’s body. And she wasn’t entirely sure that the car was the harder surface of the two. Well, particularly one part of Paul, the one that now pressed against her with singleminded determination.

“Warm you, huh? Is that what you want, Holly?” he murmured, dropping his lips to her neck, where his hot breath scorched her before he soothed the spot with a kiss.

“Yes.”

Holly slid her hands around him, placing one on his nape and allowing the other to travel to his backside. His very firm and toned backside, as she discovered a second later. It appeared that Paul not only looked good in a tuxedo, but the body that was hidden beneath it was also in good shape. She’d always liked a man who took care of his body.

Paul kissed her neck, while his hands worked themselves up her torso. When his fingers slid over her breasts, she sucked in a quick breath, startled by the thrill that charged through her. She was used to being touched by men, by strangers, and she’d learned to suppress her body’s involuntary reactions and instead always played her role, only showing what she knew the men wanted to see.

With Paul it was different. As though her body refused to play the same game any longer. Now that she’d quit, it stripped away the mask she’d worn for so long. Underneath it, her insecurities and her vulnerability were hidden. But now, as Paul peeled away layer after layer of her outer shell simply by his touch, she felt bare. As though she were naked.