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CHAPTER FOUR

RONAN’S HEART POUNDED in his chest and in his cock. He couldn’t believe how damn beautiful she was. Her breasts were full and perfect mounds, her nipples ripe and rosy. He wanted to close his lips around one so badly. But when he reached for her, she stepped back.

Her green eyes widened with panic and she lifted her hands to cover her breasts.

He glanced around the elevator. Was there a security camera in it? He hadn’t thought about that, although he should have. But after watching that photo shoot, he hadn’t been able to think at all. He had only been able to feel, the desire coursing through him.

He wanted her more than he could remember ever wanting anyone else. He wanted to become an addiction for her, but now he was afraid that it might be the other way around—and that was before he’d even had her.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he should be taking a step back like she had. He felt a punch of the same panic he saw on her face. But it wasn’t nearly as strong as the punch of desire that had his stomach tightened into knots.

“What the hell are we doing?” she asked, her voice shaking with horror.

He shrugged. It wasn’t as if he could admit to wanting to seduce her into telling the bar association the truth. She might not even know what the truth was anymore. His mother had gotten that way—so caught up in her own lies that she’d begun to believe them.

“I hate you,” she told him, her voice shaking with anger. “I hate what you did to me.”

And now he felt another kind of punch—of regret. But he’d only been doing his job—getting the best deal for his client. “I didn’t do anything...”

...That she hadn’t had coming. She’d put her husband through hell. He hadn’t seen a man that broken since his father. He flinched as he felt that jolt of panic again. But he didn’t have to worry. He wasn’t like her ex or his father; he was too smart to fall for a pretty face. Hell, he was too smart to fall for any face. Ever...

Her breath hissed out between her teeth. And she leaned down to grab her bra up from the floor of the elevator. “How can you say you didn’t do anything? You hired a PR firm to smear me!”

“It’s not like your career suffered for it,” he pointed out. “In fact, I think the whole trial helped your career.” Now everyone knew her name and her face, whereas before they might have only known her body. While she had been modeling lingerie and swimsuits for years, she hadn’t become famous until her divorce drama.

She shook her head, and her titian hair swirled around her bare shoulders. She had yet to put on the bra. She still held her arms across her breasts.

He wanted to see them again. He wanted to touch them. Taste them...

“You should be thanking me,” he said, grinning as he goaded her.

She lifted one hand away from her breasts to swing it toward his face. But before her palm could connect, he caught her wrist and jerked her body against his.

“That’s not how you thank someone,” he admonished her. And he lowered his face to hers. “This is how you thank someone...” The minute he touched his lips to hers, he forgot all about teasing her. Or the panic he’d felt.

He forgot everything but how much he wanted her. Her soft breasts pushed against his chest, and he could feel the tightness of her nipples through the thin silk of his dress shirt. He swallowed a groan as his body tensed and throbbed with desire. Then he swallowed her moan when a soft one slipped through her parted lips. He deepened the kiss.

He slid his tongue inside her mouth, and she stroked hers over his. They mated and tangled around each other, teasing, tasting...

It was the hottest kiss he’d ever had—all panting breath and moans. It was wet and wild. And he wanted her the same way. He wanted her wet and wild for him. So he eased her body back from his, and he touched her.

He moved his hands over her beautiful breasts, skimming his fingertips over her silky soft skin before stroking them over her tightened nipples.

She moaned again.

Then he lowered his head to her breasts and he replaced his fingers with his lips, closing them over one of those taut nipples. He gently tugged, teasing her.

Her hands slid into his hair, grasping his head. But she didn’t pull him away. She clutched him closer. Her fingers moved from his head to his neck, and she jerked his tie loose before tackling his buttons. Once she parted his shirt, she raked her nails down his chest.

His stomach clenched as desire punched him hard in the gut. He pulled back, but she followed him, pressing her breasts to his bare chest. She felt so good against him, so damn good in his arms.

He tightened his arms around her and just held her for a moment. But his body heated and the tension built. And just holding her would not be enough.

He had to have her—had to taste her—had to be inside her. He moved his hands to her waist and undid the button of her jeans. The zipper rasped as he lowered it. And his pulse pounded harder from the noise. She’d let him do that, just as she’d let him take off her sweater and bra. But would she let him push down the jeans?

She stepped back before he could reach for them. And his breath caught and trapped in his lungs. She was going to stop him.

He could understand why...

She blamed him for her coming out on the losing end of her divorce and in the media. But, as he’d pointed out, it hadn’t hurt her career any, not like she was trying to hurt his by turning in those forged memos to the bar association. Since she’d done that, he should be so damn mad that he shouldn’t be attracted to her at all.

And he was damn mad, more pissed off than he could remember being in a long time. But even then he couldn’t find her repulsive. She was too damn beautiful and sexy to resist. Not that he wanted to resist.

He wanted her too much for that and, more important, he wanted her to want him too much.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that if she kept stopping him.

She just stared at him now, her gaze on his bare chest like a caress. He could feel her touch, feel her skin even though a couple of feet separated them now.

Then she took another step back and turned away from him toward the control panel. He held his breath, waiting for her touch a button and get the elevator moving again.

But if she were going to do that, wouldn’t she first put her bra back on and her sweater? Instead of reaching for her discarded clothes, though, she pushed down her jeans and revealed a tiny bow on a G-string at the top of her perfect ass.

Ronan fisted his hands at his sides so he wouldn’t reach for her. Just because she’d undressed didn’t mean she intended to have sex with him. Maybe she only intended to torture him. Maybe—like turning those documents over to the bar—it was her way of getting revenge on him.

Seeing her like this—so bare and beautiful—and not being able to have her, might be worse than losing his law license...

* * *

What the hell was she doing? Muriel asked herself the question again, but like before, she couldn’t come up with an answer. Sure, she knew what she’d thought she was doing: carrying out the plan she’d concocted to bring Ronan Hall to his knees and get him to tell her the truth.

But nobody brought men like Ronan Hall to their knees. Not women. Not men...

They were too tough. Too powerful.

In their lives and most especially in the bedroom. She’d heard all the stories about him—not just how ruthless he was in court but how ruthless he was in relationships. She’d worked with some of his ex-girlfriends. He was always the one who’d ended things and always too soon for the women concerned.

No matter how ruthless he’d been, the women had wanted more. Some had even admitted begging.

So Muriel was the one who needed to worry about being brought to her knees. Again.

He’d already done it once—in the courtroom. Now she had to worry about him doing it here. Because when he touched her...

When he kissed her...

He made her want him more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. Just like all those other women had told her.

He wasn’t kissing or touching her now. She could put her clothes back on and restart the elevator. But when she bent over to pull up her jeans, a strange noise filled the car.

It was raw and guttural, a groan full of pain, as if the man who’d uttered it was being tortured. Ronan was the only other one inside the elevator, so she turned toward him.

He was on his knees now. But even on his knees, his head was above her waist. He was so damn tall and broad.

And so damn sexy.

His breath was hot as it whistled between his clenched teeth and brushed across her abdomen. Her stomach muscles tightened as tension wound inside her, streaking from her nipples down to her core.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured as his lips brushed across her skin.

She could have snorted and reminded him that that was not what he’d claimed in court. Then she had been anything and everything but perfect.

But she couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t even move. She was frozen as she waited for him to touch her again.

His lips skimmed softly across her stomach to her hip, then lower over the lace of her panties. And through the thin lace, she could feel his hot breath move over her mound. He touched her with his hands, too. They moved to her ass, cupping it in his palms. And somehow his fingers must have tugged so gently at the bow that she hadn’t felt it release. But her panties fell.

And nothing separated his mouth from the essence of her. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit as he lifted her, moving her legs over his shoulders. Then he feasted on her—sucking on her before sliding his tongue inside her.

And Muriel melted, heat and pleasure flooding her. He lapped at her—licking and sucking and driving her out of her mind. She whimpered, moaned and arched back. Without the wall of the elevator behind her, she might have fallen. The wood was cold and hard against her back. But she didn’t care.

She had the heat and strength of Ronan. She clutched at his head as he continued to move his mouth over her. His tongue flicked and teased. And he raised one of his hands to her breast, sliding his palm over it and the taut nipple.

She cried out as she came, the orgasm shuddering through her with such intensity that tears burned her eyes. And she understood why women begged him for more.

Despite that release, she wanted more.

He hadn’t pulled back. He continued to lap at her as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her orgasm. But that wasn’t what she wanted now.

She wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her.

She slid her legs off his shoulders and tried to stand. But her body was too limp from pleasure, her muscles too loose. And her legs folded until she was on her knees in front of him. She’d already opened his shirt, so she pushed that and his suitcoat from his shoulders. Then she reached for his belt.

But he caught her hand.

And she wondered now if he was going to stop her. She froze as she remembered all the times that had happened in her marriage. She wasn’t the sex addict that her ex and those witnesses had claimed she was. But she’d certainly needed it more than her husband had.

He’d had an excuse every time. He hadn’t felt well. Or he was tired.

But she’d always wondered if it was her fault. If she just wasn’t that desirable...

But Ronan’s dark eyes burned with desire for her. His thumb stroked over her wrist, over her leaping pulse. His voice was a rough rasp when he murmured, “If you touch me now, I’m going to come right away. And I want this to last.”

So did she.

But just his words—and that gruff, sexy way he’d uttered them—had her on the verge of coming again, especially when his gaze moved over her like a caress.

He licked his lips, which were wet with her orgasm. And he groaned. “You taste so damn sweet. I could go down on you all night.”

“We don’t have all night,” she reminded him. They only had until someone noticed the elevator wasn’t moving and got working on the problem. “We have to hurry.”

She didn’t care if he came quickly. She just needed him to come—inside her. With a condom, of course, though. She always practiced safe sex. She reached for the bag she’d dropped onto the floor. She had to have some inside.

Didn’t she?

She didn’t need it. Ronan pulled one from his wallet. Then he was standing. He unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants.

Her breath caught and held as she waited for him to push them and his silk boxers down, and when he did, she released that breath on a gasp of shock and awe. He was huge—so long and thick and throbbing...

She wanted to touch him with her hands and with her mouth. She wanted to suck on him the way he’d sucked on her. But when she reached for him, he caught his fingers in her hair.

“We don’t have time,” he reminded her. And there was regret in his voice.

He wanted her to go down on him. She could see it on his face as he stared at her kneeling in front of him. She flicked her tongue out to tease him and that same groan of torture he’d uttered before filled the elevator car.

But he stepped out of his pants. And he ripped open the packet and sheathed himself in the latex condom. He must have had them specially ordered because it covered more of him than she imagined any store-bought ones would have.

“You are so big...” she murmured breathlessly as a moment of fear flicked through her. Would he fit?

She couldn’t wait to find out. She lay down on the floor of the elevator. And as he watched, she ran her hand down her body—from her throat over her breasts, down her abdomen, to where she was already wet and throbbing. As she moved her fingers over her mound, she moaned and squirmed, so ready for him.

And that groan tore out of him again. “You’re going to make me come just looking at you,” he warned her. But then he dropped to his knees again.

Instead of moving between her legs, though, he lifted her so she straddled his thighs. Then he lifted her more, and she nearly stood so she could ease herself down onto his cock. She guided him inside her, her inner muscles rippling and grasping at him. Even as wet and ready as she was, she had to stretch and arch to accommodate his girth. She could feel his cock pulsating with the same desire that filled her.

And the tension was on his handsome face, in the beads of perspiration on his brow and the rigidness of his clenched jaw. He lowered his head and kissed her. And as his tongue slid into her mouth, he thrust deeper into her body. His hands caught her hips, and he guided her down, then up.

They moved together in a frantic rhythm as the pressure built inside...

Muriel nearly sobbed with the need for release. She was close to something she instinctively knew would be more powerful than anything she’d felt before.

With just his mouth, he’d given her an overpowering orgasm. With that cock...

That enormous, throbbing cock...

She couldn’t imagine the pleasure he could give her. Then she didn’t have to imagine, as her muscles began to clench. He reached between them and flicked his thumb over her clit—once, twice...

And she screamed as pleasure gripped her. She came and came...