One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

“I have to look at you first, so I can be sure I’m not dreaming.” He let his gaze roam, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin, her pert nipples, and her blue eyes. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman, let alone had a woman as gorgeous as Holly in his bed. And as adventurous. That thought made his cock swell even more.

Slowly he pulled back his hips and adjusted his angle. Then he pushed forward, pressing against her wet sex and parting her nether lips with his cockhead. The tightness of her channel as he inched forward tested the limits of his control. But he didn’t give in to the need to climax right there and then. Instead, he continued to hold Holly’s gaze and sink more deeply into her without rushing the experience.

Holly’s eyelids fluttered.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Close your eyes if you need to. Do whatever feels good for you. I want to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced.”

Her eyes flew open and she pinned him with her gaze. “Why?”

Paul dipped his head closer to hers. “Because I like you, Holly. I really, really like you.” Then he captured her lips and in the same instant he seated himself all the way in her welcoming *. He swallowed her moan and poured every ounce of passion he felt for her into the kiss. And he added something else: affection. Because what he’d said was true. He liked Holly more than he wanted to admit to anybody outside the protective walls of the pool house. In here he felt safe enough to confess to her that she meant something to him. Out there the world would judge him. And he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. Ready to be judged for falling in love with a call girl. Well, a former call girl.

Slowly, Paul moved his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Holly’s body in slow and gentle movements. Tonight was different. He sensed it in every touch, every kiss. Tonight they’d talked honestly and as a result, their relationship had changed. He wasn’t the man who’d hired her anymore. Tonight, he was her lover, and everything they did was because they both wanted it, they both consented to it, because they were attracted to each other.

Despite the slow pace of his movements, the pleasure that spread in his body and made his heart beat out of control was no less than during their passionate encounter the night before. On the contrary. Tonight he was more aware of Holly, of what she needed from him, of how he could give her more pleasure.

“Oh Paul,” Holly cried out, looking up at him in amazement.

He caressed her face while he continued to move inside her, his cock as eager as ever. “You wanna come, baby?”

She blinked in agreement.

“Then keep on saying my name, and I’ll take you there,” Paul promised, and increased his tempo while he slid his hand between their bodies.

As his name burst from Holly’s lips, his finger found her clit with unerring precision. With every thrust into her responsive body, he caressed her center of pleasure with more pressure. All he wanted was to find release with Holly while she shuddered in his arms.

“Paul! Paul!” she kept chanting, and the sound of her sweet voice sent shockwaves into his balls.

“Holly! Oh God, Holly!”

Holly twisted underneath him, her body thrashing now. A moment later, her back arched off the sofa and she stiffened.

“Yes!” he yelled. “Fuck, yes!”

On his next thrust his orgasm crested like an ocean wave, then crashed over him, colliding with the waves that went through Holly’s body as she climaxed. His chest was heaving, his body dripping with sweat, and his heart was racing as if he were sprinting.

“Baby,” he managed to say, before capturing her lips again and kissing her for what seemed like an eternity.

When he released her, there was a wet sheen covering her eyes. He didn’t want to embarrass her, so he pretended not to see it, but the knowledge of how emotional their lovemaking had been for her warmed his heart.

“Let’s stay here tonight,” he murmured. “I don’t want to run into anybody in the house and ruin this night.”

Holly smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”

Paul nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and chuckled. “I have to warn you, though—since we’re out here where nobody can hear us, you’re at my mercy.”

Her legs tightened around his hips as she pulled him closer. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re at my mercy tonight.”

“Do your worst,” he encouraged her, and tried to remember how many condoms he’d tucked away in his pants pockets.





24


Holly managed to ease the bathroom door shut, hoping not to wake Paul, before she had to bend over the toilet bowl to throw up. Sabrina had warned her that morning sickness could be awful, but until now Holly had dismissed her claim as exaggerated.

Not anymore. Morning sickness was awful.

It took minutes before she was able to lift herself up again, flush the toilet one last time, and wash out her mouth at the sink.

“Holly, are you okay?” Paul asked through the door.

She glanced in the mirror over the sink and nearly recoiled. She looked as white as a sheet. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.” She opened the medicine cabinet, found a bottle of mouthwash, and gargled.