“No idea what?” His brain was still foggy and probably would be for days.

With lightning speed, she dipped a hand below the waistband of his jeans, stroking him. “Why I brought you here.”

He nearly growled from the temporary relief. “I really haven’t been able to think straight since the plane.”

She unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. He was ready to get down on his knees and thank the heavens for her touch. Her soft nimble hands stroked him, and he began rocking into her fist, seeking friction, seeking heat. He didn’t care what she was going to do to him right now. As long as she didn’t stop touching him anything would be okay.

A groan rumbled through him.

She pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh . . . you need to be quiet. Harrod’s is a very classy place,” she said softly in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. “I need you to do that for me. Can you promise me you won’t make a sound?”

There was something so sexy about her voice right now, in the way she owned every single second of his pleasure. She’d taken charge, and she seemed to relish mapping out all the details of whatever it was she planned to do to him.

“I promise,” he said. He would agree to anything right now.

“Then,” she said, lingering on every word as she breathed hotly in his ear, “fuck my mouth.”

She dropped to her knees, pushed his jeans down a few more inches, and dived in. There was no teasing, no licking, no flick of her tongue against the swollen head of his cock, and he was damn grateful. He didn’t want finesse or foreplay. He wanted to be touched.

“Just like that,” he said on a groan. “All the way.”

She stopped, and shook her head. The message was clear. She was in charge, and he had to listen. He mimed zipping his mouth shut, and she returned to lavishing attention on his cock.

This blow job was straightforward. She took him all the way in and went to town on his shaft. It didn’t matter that he’d been told to be quiet. Even if he could talk, he had nothing to say. The only sounds he’d have made would have been animalistic. Besides, she didn’t need any direction from him.

She swirled her tongue along his dick and sucked so hard she was blowing his mind too. The friction was astonishing. She was fast, and she was furious, and her lips were locked so tightly around him that she looked exactly as she had when he’d dreamed of her doing this.

Unspeakable pleasure slammed into his body, twisting, rising, coiling through his veins. He was close, so close. She stopped once and he was ready to grab her head and drag her back to him, when he looked down to see her licking his balls. The sight of that made him nearly explode.

She worked her tongue over on him until he could no longer take it. He speared his hands into her hair, whispering harshly, “Get back on me now.”