Valentine's Day sucks. At least it does this year after Gloria catches her boyfriend in a kinky ménage à trios- and in her own damn bed. The sorry son of a-
Refusing to be broken and never one to wallow in self pity, Gloria rejects the notion of just sitting there feeling sad. Dusting herself off, she put on her hottest outfit and heads to the hottest club in town. Cheat on her would he? He was soooo lucky she hadn’t made the dangerous mistake of falling in love. At least not with her no good cheating now ex-boyfriend. The last thing she expect however is Russian billionaire Raulf Lundgrin and his very keen interest in her.
But what could a man who could -- and quite frequently did -- have any woman he wants possibly want with her? Her body, of course. And Raulf is out to make this the most memorable Valentine's Day Gloria has ever had. Isn’t he lucky she was in the mood to let him?
Raulf growled and simply scooped her up in his arms. She squealed, but he ignored her, climbing the long winding staircase as if she weighed no more than a child.
"No," he said, not looking at her, but focused intently on the top of the stairs. "You will not leave. Not tonight. Tomorrow, if you still want to go home, I'll take you."
"I really don't think that's the best option." Lord! Why had she drunk so much? She wasn't drunk by any means, but she was a little too buzzed to make rational decisions. Like now. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, and he smelled so good...
Before she realized what she was doing, she had buried her face in his neck and inhaled deeply. After that, his earlobe beckoned her and she took it between her teeth, tugging gently before sucking it gently with her lips.
She had no idea how they made it to his bedroom, but the next thing she knew, he was laying her down, covering her with his big body. He pressed himself between her legs so that his cock brushed her thinly covered pussy. Mouth fused to his, she clutched at him, tugging his shirt up so she could get to the bare skin of his back. She needed him naked!
Raulf pressed against her aggressively, catching her hands and pinning them above her head. His other hand found the hem of her blouse and slid his way upward to her bare breast, cupping it in his large palm. Gloria arched into him, crying out softly when he broke their kiss. Kissing his way down her neck to the swell of the breast he so lovingly squeezed, Raulf blazed a trail of fire along her skin. She creamed for him, throbbed and ached for him. God! Sex had never been like this! Was it the alcohol? She didn't know. All Gloria knew was that she needed more. More of Raulf. More of everything.
He buried his face in the soft skin of her belly, nuzzling her there, licking the slight indenture of her belly button. Gloria held her breath, knowing he'd lift her skirt and feast on her. He undid the zipper at her hip, slid the leather down her legs. For a moment, he sat back on his heels and simply looked at her. There was such hunger in his gaze Gloria thought she might just go up in flames from that smoldering look.
"God, I want those long legs wrapped around my waist. I want you clad only in those fuck-me boots while I take you." His voice was husky and thick with his own need. Gloria was woman enough to recognize the primitive call of man to woman. Whatever else happened, in this moment, Raulf Lundgrin wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.