The MD's Mistress / The Money Man's Seduction: The MD's Mistress

She was only vaguely aware of being lifted into his arms. His increasingly hungry mouth setting her on fire, she clung to him as he strode into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Seth…” she began, only to have him silence her with one finger over her lips.

“Now is not the time for talk, Becca,” he murmured, gliding his finger over her bottom lip. “Now is the time for indulgence, of our senses, in each other.”

A tremor of longing rippled through her at the images his words evoked. Images right out of her dreams about him, them, together. Without a murmur of protest, Becca raised her mouth to his.

Within minutes, without breaking the kiss, they slipped out of their clothing. Then finally, skin to skin, they fell onto the bed together.

Seth’s body was hot and smooth and hard. She shivered in the heat of him. She trembled as his hands began to move, caressing her body.

A soft protest sprang to her throat when his mouth left hers. Her protest swiftly changed to a moan as his lips tracked the path of his hands.

Following his lead, Becca skimmed her hands over every inch of his body she could reach. She loved the feel of his hot skin beneath her palms. His back was broad, muscles taut with expectation. She traced the length of his spine. Emboldened by the quiver of his body, she smoothed her hands over his tight, narrow buttocks then stretched to slide her palms down his muscled bunched thighs. He made a guttural sound deep in his throat as she skimmed her fingers up the insides of his thighs.

Her own muffled groan echoed his as his one hand cupped one of her bottom cheeks and the other hand cupped her mound.

Without conscious thought, her thighs parted. She gasped with surprised pleasure when his fingers found and teased the most sensitive spot on her body.

“Seth…” That was all she could manage to say between short harsh breaths.

“You like that?” His voice was low, pure temptation. His mouth sought and found her breast, lips closing around the tip.

This time she couldn’t manage even one word. But her gasp, the tremor that cascaded down her body, told him all he needed to know. “You like that, too?” His warm breath bathed her wet nipple, causing her to shiver.

Becca was long past denial. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, raking her nails down his back.

“Umm…” he murmured, shivering in response. “And I like that.” Sliding up over her, he took her mouth in a soul-stirring, mind-destroying kiss. “And I like that.” He deepened the kiss. “And that,” he whispered against her lips before drawing a shudder from her by gliding his tongue along the inside of her lower lip. “But I like what’s next even more.” Kneeing her thighs wider, he settled between them.