Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

while adding his thumb to tease her clit. She shut her eyes, the overpowering sensation building and growing in her heart, her pussy, her thighs. Perhaps sensing how close she was, he intensified the stroking of his fingers, which were now coated with her pearly essence. Flicking her clit, he took her mouth in a frantic kiss—as if his lips, teeth, and tongue searched for something beyond what was being offered.
    Clinging to him, she wrapped one leg around his torso, and the positioning sent her right over the edge. She caught a hint of the scent of her arousal, and her body roared. He increased the pressure, the rhythm.
    A zingy, tingly sensation started to throb her clitoris and spread throughout her body. The dominant surge of pleasure clenched her muscles, curled her toes, and she quivered, letting the air out in panted breaths. A lightness, different from anything she’d ever experienced, washed over her, and lingered when she began to slow her pace.
    “Open your eyes,” he commanded.
    She followed suit, and blinked a couple of time to focus on his criminally handsome face, and the shameless grin forming on his sexy lips.
    “That’s how gorgeous you are,” he said with a tenderness that shrank her heart.
    She curled her fists, reality taking over the climax. They were still half-dressed, against the glass door. And she was…supposed to get paid for this. Paid! A chill ran down her spine, and she straightened her shoulders and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
    “Kika…is that your real name?”
    She loosened her leg on his torso until her foot touched the cold, sterile marble. “It’s a nickname. For Francisca.”
    “Francisca.” Her named rolled out of his tongue, smooth like rose petals. He pulled her to him, and in one fluid movement, scooped her up on his arms. She gasped, her legs fidgety. “We should do this the right way, Francisca.”
    Soon, he erased the distance from the bed and eased her on the plush mattress. The right way? Her throat thickened. What could be right about what she was doing? And enjoying.
    Kika shook her head. What difference did it make? Ryan would go back to Australia, and she’d head to New York to stalk department stores’ buyers and try and sell them her jewelry. She removed her shirt and bra and tossed them on the bedside table. In a couple days’ time, Ryan would be just a memory. Why not make the best of it?
    ***
    Ryan reared back, the relentless throb from his heart rushing to his thighs. Francisca, if that was her real name, was exquisite. She lay on the bed, her olive skin glistening against the gold bedspread. A small lump traveled down her delicate throat, and he watched her full breasts rise with her intake of breath, the cinnamon-colored tips begging for his attention.
    His cock twitched.
    She peered at him, and he stood up and removed his jeans, kicking them to the side. A zingy current stretched between them, and he couldn’t look away.
    “Don’t stop.” She pointed at his black boxer briefs.
    “Couldn’t if I wanted to.” Aware of her undivided attention, he slid down his boxers, and his cock sprung out. Flecks of silver sparked in her eyes as she slipped the pink tip of her tongue out of her mouth and licked the curve of her lips.
    By the time he reached the bed, she scooted over the edge and rotated to her belly. “Come here.” She fisted him, and every part of him tensed. The only beating part was his length, his blood hotter than the Outback in the summer. His stomach curled. Being in control and touching her, making her moan earlier…that had been easy. That, he understood.
    Bringing him closer, she flicked her tongue on his flesh, and he fought the buckling of the back of his knees. She lifted her head and stared at him; his heart beat staccato. Sexiest. Woman. Ever. Smiling, she took his length in her mouth, and he threw his head back. Fuck. The hot, moist recesses welcomed his cock, which grew bigger inside her.
    He groaned. She cupped his