The Party Starts at Midnight - Page 21

‘I do.’ Abandoning her torso, he twisted around to open a drawer in the bedside table, grabbed a handful and dropped them beside the lamp. ‘Enough?’ he asked, his face dark and his jaw tight.

‘I should think so,’ she said, shivers running through her all over again at the intensity she could feel radiating off him. ‘Can I help myself?’

‘Be my guest.’

Pushing him gently so he lay on his back, Abby reached across him to take one, and looked at it with raised eyebrows.

‘Strawberry?’ she murmured, a bit surprised because Leo didn’t seem like the flavoured condom kind of man. He seemed like the kind of man who wouldn’t care about anything other than the fact the condom did the job it was designed to do.

‘Stag night.’

‘Sounds eventful.’

‘It wasn’t.’

‘Lucky me.’

‘In what way?’

‘I love strawberries,’ she said, shooting him a wicked smile.

His breath caught and then he let it out, long and slow. ‘That is lucky.’

Straddling him, Abby leaned forwards, angled her head and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue and shivering. He clamped a hand to the back of her neck and, with the other, pressed her hips down so that she fitted around the hot, hard length of him, still confined by his shorts. He tilted his pelvis, pressing against her, and she groaned. She gently circled her hips and then it was his turn to groan.

Feeling almost dizzy with the need to have him inside her, Abby eased out of his grip and with his help divested him of his shorts. Unable to resist the desire to find out what he felt like, she curled her fingers around him, and moved her hand slowly up and then even more slowly down, feeling him harden further, strain against her fingers, hearing him swear.

‘Abby,’ he said warningly.

‘What?’ she said.

‘Don’t.’

With some reluctance, she let him go, settled herself between his legs and carefully tore open the foil packet. She extracted the condom and, pressing the tip of her tongue to the end of it, put the whole thing in her mouth.

As she closed her mouth she heard him inhale sharply, and she glanced up at him to see him watching her intently, his jaw rigid. Then she leaned down, held him steady and opened her mouth over him, using her tongue and her lips to roll the condom on in one smooth practised move.

‘Jesus,’ he breathed, his voice gratifyingly hoarse. ‘Neat trick.’

She straightened and grinned at the way his eyes had glazed over. ‘A staple in the repertoire of any self-respecting tart, I’d have thought.’

‘You should consider a career change. You’d make a fortune.’

‘I already do. My turnover last year was over three million pounds.’

‘Profit?’

‘Gross or net?’

‘Doesn’t matter. Either.’

‘Two point five. Gross.’

‘Tidy.’

She tilted her head and smiled. ‘Numbers turn you on, don’t they?’

His eyes glittered. ‘That thing you just did turns me on. You turn me on. Especially on the dance floor. The numbers are just the icing on the cake.’

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