It was working. He’d do anything for her right now. Time to even the odds.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside, revealing a light pink bra with lace across the top. He traced the lace with the tip of his finger, slowly, watching her breasts rise as her breath caught and held.

“Now who’s trying to kill who here?” she asked.

He swept his thumbs over her nipples, the silk material unable to hide the hard bud from his questing fingers. But what he really wanted was to feel the softness of her flesh under his hands. He flicked the clasp of her bra, and the cups sprang free so he could fill his hands with her breasts. She pushed her breasts against him, her nipples hard as she rubbed them across his palms. He slid his thumbs over the nipples, and she backed away, out of breath, then dipped her hands under his shirt, snaking her fingers over his belly and chest.

He held on to the railing of the deck and watched her, her shirt blowing in the wind. She seemed not to care that her breasts were exposed. And he sure as hell didn’t care; in fact, he loved the view of her hard pink nipples and her perky round breasts.

She lifted his shirt off and threw it on the chair, leaned in and licked around one of his nipples. He sucked in a breath because it made his dick twitch, so she slid her tongue over the other and flicked her tongue over his nipple until it was hard and he was trying damn hard not to squirm. She seemed to know exactly how that got to him. Not that he was complaining, because he liked her mouth on him.

And when she dipped down to a crouched position, taking his shorts with her as she bent, he drew in a deep breath. He took a quick glance behind him. He could see people playing in the water in the distance, but no one seemed to be paying attention to what was happening on his deck.

Good, because Elizabeth dropped to her knees, grabbed his cock, and flicked her tongue over the swollen head.

He ached for her mouth, anticipated when she’d put her lips around him, but he liked seeing her pretty pink tongue lick around his cock head. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then wrapped her hand around him and stroked, lifting his cock to lick his balls.

God, he liked watching her play with him, especially when she licked his shaft from stem to stern and put her lips around the head of his cock, lifted up, and took him inside.

The heat of her mouth was intense, and when she pressed down, squeezing his cock head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, he thought he was going to explode right then. She flicked her tongue over the crest, then dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, letting him feel every slow inch being pulled deeper into her mouth.

This slow play made sweat drip down his back. He wished he had a camera so he could take a movie of her mouth on his dick, her tongue darting out to circle his cock head before she swallowed him whole again.

Gavin gripped the deck rail, pushing his hips forward to shove more of his cock between her lips. She reached out and grasped the base of his shaft and held him, squeezed him, pumping his cock between her lips and sucking him hard until he felt the stirrings of orgasm. He held back, beads of sweat dripping down his brow. He wanted to prolong the sensation. But when she swirled her hands over his cock, then pumped him within her tight fist and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and took him all the way to the back of her throat, he couldn’t hold back.

He reached down and held her hair in his hand, tilting her head back.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Elizabeth.”

She let his cock pop from between her lips and smiled up at him, licked the wide crest of his cock head, then slid his shaft into her mouth again.

Christ, she was beautiful, her lips swollen from sucking him, her eyes glazed over with passion. He grasped the back of her head and shoved inside her mouth, making her take all of him as his orgasm tunneled through him in a rush. She shifted and met his gaze and pressed her lips around him, swallowing as he let out a groan and erupted. He tightened his hold on her hair and held her there as he emptied everything he had, his legs shaking the entire time.

Elizabeth licked the head of his cock and released him. He tugged up his shorts, drew her to a standing position, and pulled her against him, her bare breasts sticking to his sweaty chest. He held her, kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.

He turned her around, placed her against the railing, and snaked his fingers between her breasts, watching her nipples pucker. Her breathing picked up as he bent and captured one bud between his lips, sucking it between his teeth to nibble.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, her soft moans driving him to suck harder, to tease one nipple between his fingers while he licked the other.

She held on to the railing while he dropped down onto his knees on the deck, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down to her ankles, revealing a wisp of pink silk that matched her bra. He took his time gazing up at her, loving the half-dressed look and the breeze whipping strands of her hair across her cheeks.

He ran his fingers up her legs, slipping his fingers across the dampened silk of her panties. He swept his thumb over the hard bud of her clit, felt her legs shake as she thrust her pussy at him.

“You’re hot here. Wet.”

She stared down at him. “You made me that way. Sucking you turns me on.”

His cock thrust against his shorts, already hard again, eager to slide between her legs and fuck her until they both came. But he restrained himself because what he really wanted was to taste her, to slide his tongue between the soft folds of her sex and feel her body come apart.

He raised up, pulled her panties aside, and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

“Ohhh.”

Elizabeth lifted against him, pressing her sex against his mouth, feeding him the softness of her. She tasted like tart honey, hot and sweet. The sounds coming from her as he made a slow glide with his tongue only ratcheted up his need to make this good for her—as good as she’d made it for him.

He tucked his tongue inside her pussy, fucked her with it and felt her legs quiver.

Oh, yeah.

“Gavin,” she cried out, and he tilted his head back, watching his redheaded goddess with her hair wild from the wind, her shirt flying out, and her breasts exposed to his view. Her legs were parted, and her pussy glistened from his mouth and her own desire.

She was beautiful when open to him this way, giving him everything, unrestrained.

He slipped a finger inside her pussy and swiped his tongue over her sex, lingering at her clit.

“Oh,” she said, tilting her head down to watch him. “Yes. Fuck me with your fingers, Gavin. Make me come.”

He loved watching her let go, loved seeing her so turned on and near the edge that she told him exactly what she needed. Her eyes were glazed over, deep in passion, and he knew all she was thinking about was climaxing. That’s exactly where he wanted her—poised on the edge and ready to fly.

He circled the bud with his tongue, then put his lips over her clit, put two fingers inside her pussy, and started to pump fast, watching her face as she came.

She was beautiful when she was in orgasm, an almost-pained expression on her face as she rocked her pussy against him and shuddered all over, her breasts rising and falling as she panted and reached down, grabbing his hair and holding him in place as the waves rolled over her.

When she finally settled, he rose and took her mouth, reaching into his pocket for a condom and sheathing himself, then entering her. She cried out as he drove inside her, felt her tighten around him as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

He grabbed her hair and held her while he pumped hard and fast. She was still spasming from her orgasm, the convulsions squeezing his cock in a stranglehold of sensation. Her tongue wrapped around his, and he sucked on it, needing to come inside her, wanting her to go off again. When he heard her whimper, he knew she was ready again, and he powered up inside her and held, then rocked against her until she splintered.

He went with her this time, losing himself inside her heat, kissing her as he came until they were both shaking, breathless and wet with sweat from their efforts.

“It’s hot out here,” he said when he pulled away. “How about a swim?”

She laughed, pulling her pants up. “Sounds good to me.”

They threw on their swimsuits and ran into the ocean, which felt damn good after the heated fires they’d just been through. And even more, she surprised him. She didn’t mind getting her hair wet, couldn’t care less that her makeup ran in rivers down her face. In fact when he mentioned it, she didn’t turn around to swipe at the mess under her eyes. Instead, she laughed it off and splashed water at him.

He hadn’t expected that of her. She was always well dressed, her hair flawless—everything about her perfect. In the ocean her hair fell over her eyes, and she kind of resembled a drowned rat.

And she didn’t seem to care at all.

There was a lot about Elizabeth that was totally unpredictable.

And she’d given him one hell of a blow job to keep him from finding out more about her.

He wondered what she was hiding.

Time to up the stakes in this game he was playing and see if he could get a little truth from her.

FIVE

THEY WERE GOING DANCING TONIGHT. GAVIN HADN’T been joking when he’d told her he wanted her to have dresses so he could take her dancing.

How utterly bizarre. She knew his mother had been a dance teacher at one time, but she just didn’t see Gavin as a dancer. He was rough around the edges, a shot of whiskey and hang out at the bar kind of man. A man’s man. Not a woman’s kind of man.

But hey, if he wanted to get dressed up and go to a club, who was she to say no? She had plenty of guy friends she went clubbing with, though they were all gay and she usually went with the guys and their boyfriends. And had a wonderful time doing it. Nothing romantic about it, of course, at least not for her, but she had a blast clubbing with her friends.

Guy friends. She had a lot of guy friends. Girlfriends? No, not too many of those. Okay, none of those. She wasn’t the type of woman who made female friends. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because she was in a man’s business. All her clients were men. She didn’t get friendly with their wives and girlfriends, at least not on a social level. Friendly enough that the women knew she wasn’t after their men—just their men’s careers. But friend friendly? No. Never.

She knew her way around men, was comfortable around them. Women were strange and bitchy, and she didn’t know how to relate to them at all. Even in college she’d gravitated toward the guys, had always had more male friends than women friends.

What did that say about her? She had no idea. Maybe she was missing something by not having girlfriends to confide in all these years.

Then again, she didn’t reveal her secrets anyway, so she wasn’t missing a damn thing other than all-night chat sessions that were boring and tedious, and lots of drama she didn’t want or have time for. Men didn’t do drama, which was probably why she’d always liked them better.

She’d spent the day catching up on work since Gavin had a game and after-game interviews. They were going out late tonight.

She finished dressing and came out of the bedroom. Gavin wore black slacks, a white shirt, jacket, and tie.

“You clean up nice,” she said.

He turned, scanned her from head to toe appreciatively, and smiled. “The dress looks incredible on you.”

She lifted her head a little higher and turned around for his inspection. She had to admit he had a decent eye for clothes, which surprised the hell out of her. She’d never have chosen this dress for herself. Then again, she mostly wore black. This champagne-colored dress did bring out the color of her skin and made the red in her hair stand out.

She hated when someone else was right.

They drove to an incredibly ritzy restaurant in Palm Beach, where Elizabeth was surprised to see they were meeting two other couples, guys that Gavin played with on the Rivers and their wives.