Private 02 - Private Paradise

might even be too much for the board of directors if it gets back to them.”
    He was right, damn it, but even as furious as the knowledge made her it couldn't distract her from the sheer masculine beauty of his body. The rippling chest and abs, the scars that saved him from being too perfect and reminded her, in spite of herself, that he was no longer the charming bad boy of her youth, but a mature, brave man, a warrior capable of protecting those who mattered.
    As he'd protected her, during the storm and after.
    She shoved the thought away. This was about sex, pure and simple, getting it out of their systems once and for all. If he needed to have his little power play to do it, she'd play along.
    And, as she watched him take the thick length of his cock in his hand, stroking up and down as his greedy gaze drank her in, she was going to have a damn good time doing it.
    “ What are you going to do now?” she asked, trying to sound coy, trying to keep it light.
    Sam's blue eyes narrowing on her face and the faint air of menace as he rested one knee on the bed told her he wasn't in any mood for light.
    She dragged her eyes from his, only to have them snag on the sight of his huge hand wrapped around his equally huge cock, the veins throbbing along their length, the plump, plum shaped head that swelled with every stroke up and down.
    “ I'm going to fuck you Carla. I'm going to fuck you so good you won't even know your own name. I'm going to fuck you until you scream with pleasure, until you're ready to admit how good it is between us. Until you admit we deserve another chance.”
    “ It will never happen,” she said, even as unease rippled through her and she wondered if she'd have the strength to resist.
    “ We’ll see.”
    “ We'll see,” she said, her mouth dry as she echoed his response. She relaxed her limbs against the pull of the restraints as he stayed where he was, kneeling between her legs, stroking his cock, up, down, in a hypnotic rhythm that created an echoing pulse between her thighs. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me already.”
    Sam released his cock, an evil smile pulled at his lips as he came down over her, his hands resting on either side of his head. He bent his head close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Not until you're good and ready for me.”
    She shifted on the sheets, wanted to tell him that she was plenty ready, and had been practically since the second she realized he'd been waiting for her. But she'd rather die than admit that.
    He kissed her, and to her shock it didn't betray any of the aggression she could feel simmering under his surface. Instead his mouth took hers in soft sucks of his lips, sweet, slow thrusts of his tongue. Making her chase his tongue with her own, making her crave more with every caress.
    Oh, God, he was good. He kissed her for what seemed like hours, until she was arching off the bed, trying to rub her nipples against his chest, her legs and arms pulling against the restraints in their need to wrap around him, pull him close so she could find some relief in the feel of his skin against hers.
    Yet he kept his body bent so it was just out of reach, his hands seemingly glued to the mattress as he touched her only with his mouth on hers. Driving her insane until she could feel her pulse beat everywhere, the tips of her fingers, her toes, in the tight peaks of her nipples. And most of all, her pussy which was throbbing with a need so sharp it verged on pain as she ran hot and wet in anticipation.
    Finally, he moved his hands to cover her breasts, his cupping and caressing. As his mouth trailed down her neck and chest, his thumbs traced her nipples in ever shrinking circles. She held her breath as he got closer, closer...
    Then he stopped short of brushing the hard swollen peak that was begging for his touch. He repeated the process with his tongue, and Carla whimpered as she arched off the mattress, silently begging him to lick her, suck her like she needed.
    But he was relentless, teasing first one, then the other breast with those almost but not quite there caresses that had her panting and straining at the ties that held her fast.
    His mouth continued its torture as his hand skimmed down her belly. Her muscles tightened in anticipation, even though she feared she wasn't going to find relief any time soon.
    And she was right. As with her breasts, his fingers tormented her, combing through the small