Rob knew he should feel bad. God knew he should feel bad. But he couldn’t let the truth ruin Roxy’s day. He’d never been with a woman who felt she could be completely herself. No airs and graces, no worrying what the world thought, no hang ups.
This wasn’t much more an invasion of privacy than being filmed in secret. He never had to see her again; he could save her the embarrassment of ever finding out. His posting would be up as soon as this case was over and back to Tasmania he’d go, to sort the mess out down there. But what he could do, right now, is show a woman he admired for her strength and guts just how desirable she was to a man. To this man.
Give her a night she could take into the future with her, one where she’d never settle for anything less than pure passion in life. In a way, it was also a gift to himself. Once he went back, passion would be a thing of the past. Shit, stop with the warm fuzzy stuff. Rob needed to shut all his feelings off. His future involved doing the right thing, not having feelings.
If he was going to get it wrong, one last time, well, he was going to get it epically wrong.
He watched Roxy pull her shirt off over her head, and step out of her shorts. His breath stopped short. Firm abs, definition. Large swell of milky white breasts in a black lace bra. Slim strong shoulders and arms. Don’t even get him started on the curve of hips in matching panties or the firm expanse of beautifully toned legs.
Yep, his last, big, bad decision was underway, and it would surely prove the best of the lot. “I don’t have a swimsuit here, so I’m just going in my undies.” Her laugh was the best sound in the world.
“No problem. I’ll leave my tight-y whitey Y-fronts on then.”
“Oh, you so do not wear those.”
Rob laughed; she looked so happy, so damn happy. “Come on in, Rob, the water is fine!” The hum of the spa filled the room.
There he was undressed and standing before her in black briefs and his body must have been photoshopped to look that perfect. No more thinking if this was right or wrong. She couldn’t wait to make the most of this opportunity. She’d never been free in her sexuality, not really.
He stepped in and the groan as the hot water bubbled over his body was delicious. She floated towards him and ran her hands over his hard biceps as he lowered into the tub to hold her. “Do we kiss? I mean, do you do that?” She’d heard that it was too intimate an action for some in this business.
“Baby, we do whatever you want to do, however you want to do it.”
So she kissed him. Light, exploratory, almost chaste.
Rob responded in kind, his lips nibbling over hers, making her crazy with his tenderness. All of a sudden, Roxy didn’t have a care in the world. His perfect kiss shook her to the core. Did he take lessons or something?
“You are a very beautiful woman, Roxy.” Rob’s murmur vibrated against her lips as she breathed him in. “Kissable. Edible. Very fuckable.”
His mouth grazed over her neck, down until he drew on her taut nipple through the lace of her bra, sucking, scraping his teeth ever so slightly. Beneath the swirling water he slid his hand inside her panties. He returned to kiss her mouth, demanding she open wide to let his tongue dance in perfect sync with hers.
Rob pulled out of the kiss. “I want you naked. Now.”
He unclasped her bra and it floated off across the water, then Roxy leaned back on the edge of the tub to remove her panties. She watched him take off his underwear and then he was pressed against her. Skin on skin. She groaned with excitement and shivered with need under the command of his fiery kiss.
His fingers slid inside her tightening sheath and she cried out into his mouth. He pushed up and she wanted more, wanted it harder, and the best part was she didn’t have to worry about telling him exactly that.
This time she’d take a man in the way she’d always dreamed. Total abandonment. Desire, need, and fantasy ruled today, and Roxy would not stop it for anything. She was intoxicated with freedom and the chance to be what she wanted.
Right now, she wanted to be dirty. Very dirty.
She moved her body forward, giving him full access to finger her deep as she widened her legs and attacked his mouth with her panting kisses. Every part of her wanted a part of him close. She bit his neck, sure to mark. He flinched back, and the guttural moan deep in his throat spurred her on to his nipple, teasing and nipping, while her legs splayed open to his thrusting fingers.
The swirling water buoyed them, and he pulled her punishing mouth away from his body using her hair. “Keep that up and I’ll spank you. Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want, when you want it.”
Roxy hoisted herself up onto the ledge at the side of the tub and leaned back against the wall as she opened her legs and parted her pussy wide with her hands. “Eat me.”
His grin was that of a hungry, rabid animal. “Gorgeous, hot, wet pussy. My pleasure.” He tickled her aching clit with his fingertip, fast and light, and slid a finger in with his other hand. Her hot sheath squeezed. “You like that? You want to come?”
“I do. Not yet. Make it last.”
“There will be more than one.”
“Until you push me away and tell me to stop.”
Rob almost split his dick. Roxy had no inhibitions and she was completely in tune with her needs. He craved her youthful energy and zest for life. He wished he could see life that way again.
He lowered into the water carefully; if he got his raging hard-on too close to the jet stream, he’d come for sure. “Hold open for me, babe. Tell me what you love.”
He let his tongue movements play over the very edge of her engorged clit. Pink, sweet, and swollen for him. He flicked her bud and her body vibrated.
“Oh fuck. I can’t come yet, it’s too good.” She growled the words at him.
Rob used three fingers to stretch her wide. She clamped around him so hard it took strength to hold up inside her, but the filth coming out of her mouth said she liked it that way. He never withdrew his fingers all the way, just pumped up into her with short, shunting pushes. Her clit glistened in an orgasmic dream and he pursed his lips gently over it, sucking, drawing gently and flicking the hardened end of his tongue over her centre.
Roxy cried out. She cursed. She opened herself wider to him. Rob maintained control and kept the rhythmic suction and tongue work going.
“Harder. I’m going to come. Harder.”
But Rob didn’t go harder. Stopping his tongue assault, he worked her carefully, drawing her delicate flesh into his mouth with metered, precise, soft sucking. He pressed his fingers as far inside her as he could and the tremors began. He took his mouth away and blew a stream of air onto her clit.
“Holy. Fucking. Hera.”
He watched her press her head against the wall, eyes closed. So close now, so very close. He took her with his mouth again and let his tongue play. He teased with the tip, licked with the flat, sucked with his lips. As the orgasm broke through her, she swore — a lot — and his scalp screamed in pleasure-pain when she entwined his hair around her fingers.
She’d never wanted any cock inside her so bad, but she couldn’t stop him and his magic mouth as the waves of orgasm broke through.
To her surprise, he went gentle again. Only her hyper-sensitive clit could feel his every soft flicker and the stream of breath he blew in between. Her orgasm didn’t end. Her body shook and gripped his fingers over and over again. Yet he just kept touching her ever so slightly, working his fingers in and out in long, deep stroking.
Her orgasm had almost subsided. Almost. Then she felt him working a place inside she’d thought was a sexual myth. A G-spot? None of her self-explorations had ever proven its existence. But something was happening with his fingers inside, and the pressure built in her core. His mouth became more insistent, not rough but regular.
“Oh, man. I never…I—” But before she could even think of what she wanted to say, another orgasm crashed through her. Bigger, harder, better. So, so much better and she felt the flood of it around his hand, as he just kept stroking her.
Roxy felt turned inside out as the last of the tremors left her limp and spent.
The second he withdrew from her, she felt empty, frantic with the need to be filled again. “Rob. You have a magic mouth. That was incredible.”
“You have a magic, delicious pussy, and I could eat it all night. So sweet and hot.”
Roxy’s insides fluttered and her heart jumped when he placed his head to her belly, his cheek resting there. His hand held hers, fingers entwined.
Then she remembered she’d paid for this. She’d paid for his professional expertise and that was what she got. Roxy wondered if every woman felt the twinge of it to be real the first time she’d hired a professional.
Chapter four tomorrow – same bat time, same bat place!
All investigative journalist Roxy Williams wanted was a hot one-night stand: quick, dirty, and completely one-off. A business transaction to ease stress, loosen tension, and allow her to get right back to her job — exposing the heart-breaking realities of people smuggling. So when all hell breaks loose in a small village on Papua New Guinea, the last person Roxy expects to see is her one-night-stand and male escort, Rob, with a boat, a beach, and an escape plan!
Rob is supposed to be long-gone from this assignment, but after their one night together, he can’t seem to let Roxy go. Using all his resources, Rob risks his job to keep track of her — and when a huge storm threatens, he goes after the sexy journalist. Now they’re together, in danger, and fighting for their lives. People smuggling is a big money industry, and the smugglers are playing for keeps.