“I like your body, Mr. Norcross. All hard and bronze and sexy.”

He pressed a knee to the bed. “Oh?”

She pulled him down and tumbled him onto his back. Then she straddled him.

Pleased, he cupped her breasts, flicking lazily at her nipples. Her fingers traced his ink across his pecs.

“No one suspects this is under your slick suits. And I’ve heard you speak French on the phone, all suave and elegant, but you’re not. You’re tough, protective, and strong.” She traced the tattoos on his chest. “When did you get these?”

“Started when I was in the Army. Still add the odd one every now and then. Keeps my mother fretting.”

Harlow lowered her head and kissed them.

“Are you hungry?” He fought not to roll her under him.

She licked his flat nipple. “Not for food.”

Desire reignited, flames licking at his gut. “I’m hungry.” He gripped her hips and yanked her upward.

She let out a little cry.

He pulled her until her thighs straddled his head.

“Grab the headboard, Harlow.”

She sucked in a breath, her hands curling around the metal bars.

Easton cupped her ass, then licked along the crease of her inner thigh.

Her body jerked.

His. He pulled her onto his mouth. She was soaked and smelled like heaven.

She tasted even better.

He licked her, and felt her thigh muscles quivering.

“Easton. Yes, God, yes.” She undulated against his face.

“Like that, baby. Work yourself on my mouth. I’m so hungry for you.” He buried his face between her thighs.

She moved on him, grinding against his mouth, making husky, desperate sounds.

“I’m going to lick and suck until you come again, Harlow. Then while you’re still coming, I want you to find my cock, put a condom on me, then ride me.”

She moaned.

He clenched his fingers on her ass. “You hear me, Harlow?”

“Yes. Yes.”

She kept riding his face and he kept working her hard. He sucked that swollen clit, lapped at her sweetness.

His cock was a hard throbbing pain against his abs. He needed her so damn much.

“I could get addicted to this.” He sucked her clit between his lips.

Her body convulsed. She threw her head back and screamed, then bucked against him.

So damn beautiful.

Her body still shaking, she scooted back down his body. She found his cock, her smooth hand wrapping around his hardness.

Easton muttered a curse. When she pumped him once, he groaned. He fumbled to find the condoms he’d pulled out earlier. He handed her one.

It was torment to watch her open it, then slide the latex down his cock with single-minded focus. He groaned.

Then she lifted her hips, and lowered herself onto his cock, easing onto him, taking him inch by inch.

She moaned and pressed her hands to his chest.

Shit. Easton locked his muscles, fighting not to move, not to come.