Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brewer

“I’m not going to be able to resist getting in there, you know that?” She giggled “Of course you know that, you planned all this.”

He smiled and pulled her into his arms, gently brushing her lips with his. She melted into him, soft pliant flesh gripped by rock hard muscle and male sexual intent. Matt DeLeo was a fantasy man and this was a fantasy situation, an amazing erotic dream that she wasn’t going to fight and hoped she wouldn’t wake up from until it was well and truly over. And that would be on the sixteenth, the day their fling had to end.

She whispered into the fine silk of his shirt. “Help me off with this dress, will you?” She shivered as he slid down the zipper and the fine straps so that the gossamer material slithered into an aqua puddle on the floor.

He stood back and drank in the sight of her dressed in just a strapless ivory bra and matching panties as he opened the buttons of his dress shirt. “You’re more beautiful every time I see you, Piper. I think I’m addicted to you.”

“I think that wedding turned your head into mush.” She helped him shuck off his shirt, marveling at the smooth contours of his hard-muscled torso, running her fingertips over the thick black swirls of his body art, and leaning forward to recapture his lips.

This time the kiss was slow and more intense. His mouth moved against hers, and she shivered as the tip of his tongue teased her lips apart. She felt him slide one hand around the back of her neck and the other down the side of her body and into the naked small of her back, pulling her against him and pressing her softness into his hard contours. She kissed him hungrily back, desperate for wild physical contact. She wound her arms around him, savoring the play of muscles in his back as his arms tensed and shifted, and where their hips were pressed together she felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection.

He moaned softly as she broke the kiss and ran the tip of her tongue down the side of his neck and over the hard bunched muscles of his shoulder, and then his determined mouth was back on hers, hard and hungry. He cupped her breasts, and then reached one hand around her back to undo her bra. It fell with a whisper to the floor and he ran his thumbs over her nipples, hard and erect and as eager as he clearly was.

She eased her hands around his firm buttocks and curled her fingernails into the tantalizingly soft skin, loving the warmth and scent of him. He ran his hands through her hair and then down over her curves before hooking his fingers under the elastic of her panties. He ripped the sides away and the flimsy material joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. She noticed his breath caught as she stood totally naked under the dome of stars next to the sea-green foam of the Jacuzzi.

He threw his head back as she moved her hands around the front of him, brushing his hard groin teasingly with her fingertips before moving to the button on his fly and pulling the zipper down. She circled his freed erection, and he swore softly as she began to move her hand slowly up and down the velvet skin, running her thumb over the already slippery tip.

“I want to taste you,” she murmured huskily, and he cursed as she sank to her knees.

“Christ,” he groaned as she traced the contours of the swollen head with her tongue. She licked him slowly at first, flicking over and around, then took the head in her mouth and sucked, gently for a moment and then harder, moving her lips and fingers slowly up and down, whirling her tongue over the delicate flesh. He twitched in her mouth, and then she felt his hands on her head, guiding her upright.

“Not yet,” he said and kicked off his trousers, quickly followed by his briefs. “Unfinished business, remember?”

She followed his dark gaze to the bubbling water and understood immediately, taking his hand and tingling with excitement. They sank down into the warm fragrant water and she leaned back against the cool marble side of the pool, stretching her arms above her head so that her tight red nipples were just visible above the white foam, deliberately provoking him to come and take charge. He plunged his hands under the water and massaged her from her feet to her thighs. He dropped kisses lightly onto her parted lips as he splayed his palm over her flat stomach, and then his fingers were between her legs, pushing her thighs apart so he could explore the tight heat within.

She shuddered as he found her clitoris and rubbed it in tiny circles with his fingertips. Then she closed her eyes with shock and pleasure as he slipped two fingers from his other hand into her. Her spine arched as he leaned in closer and bit possessively down on the taut muscle between her neck and shoulder. The sensations coursing through her were like wild electricity, pulsing erratically, zapping shocks that contrasted intensely with the soft, slippery rose water that she floated in.

“Come inside me,” she whispered. “I can’t take much more.”

Silently, he shifted position so he towered over her, crushing her against the stone wall of the Jacuzzi and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. She arched her hips upward as his hands slithered over the soft mounds of her breasts beneath the water. Her fingers mirrored his on his hard buttocks.

“Wait,” she said, and his hands stilled. “Lean back.” She caressed him under the foam until his eyes fluttered shut with pleasure.

“Whatever you say,” he said with a tremor in his voice.

She was over him in seconds, her movement made so much easier by the water, and positioned herself above him. “Are you ready?” she purred.

He nodded and grasped her by the hips as she sank slowly downward, inhaling the warm mist of sensuality and exotic oils. She watched his face darken into sexual oblivion, and the power she felt over him was intoxicating. Then her own eyelids fluttered shut as she began to rock slowly, gasping as he matched her thrusts, and she felt as if her heart might burst with beating so fast.

His wet hands explored her shoulder blades, buttocks, and breasts, and she eased an erect nipple into his open mouth. She felt him swell and flex inside her—it wouldn’t be long before they both gave in to the moment. He gripped her hard and his rhythmic strokes became urgent thrusts that were so powerful she clung to his shoulders like some kind of anchor, digging her nails into his warm skin.

“I’m coming,” she cried out as orgasm began to overwhelm her. “God, I’m coming so fast.”

“Yes,” he said and she felt the huge surge begin. He pulled her down onto him hard and it took her breath away. “Yes. With me. Now.”

She gasped at the feel of him exploding inside her as he shuddered his release. Long, hot, lengthy spasms shook his body, and the feel of him coming so violently pushed her over into the abyss. A supernova of sensation exploded in her, sucking him in with her orgasmic muscle spasms. He cried out in what sounded like agony as they climaxed together and then collapsed, flesh on sated flesh in a rose-scented mist.