Duncan couldn't recall the last time anything had felt as good.

Ever since Isabela had curled up on his lap, more than two hours ago, he'd been half hard, dizzy with desire, his mind reeling with all the things he wanted to do to her. Her skin was so soft, so warm, so perfectly smooth and silky, and he couldn't keep his hands off her, sneaking touches whenever no one was looking. Maybe it was the mulled wine that was making him behave like a horny teenager? But no, on second thought, it was her. Just her.

He'd always thought she was beautiful, with her radiant smile and curvy body, tempting even in the sober suits she wore for work. But tonight… The tight corset of the bunny costume pushed her luscious breasts up and together, making her cleavage look deep enough to drown in. And that was exactly what he wanted: to bury his face between her breasts, breathe in her musky scent, lose himself in her warmth. Her long, long legs were deliciously clad in black stockings, and he wanted them wrapped around his waist, wanted to feel the strength in her thighs, wanted to dig his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her beautifully rounded-

"The party's almost over." Her deep, husky voice interrupted his thoughts. "Pity. I hope Mrs Woolsey booked a nice room for you."

He grinned. "Oh, yes. At the Palace Hotel, just around the corner. And it's more than just nice." When she raised a questioning eyebrow, he elaborated. "Someone mixed up the reservations, and all the rooms were taken, so they gave me the penthouse suite instead. Complete with king size bed and whirlpool."

Isabela whistled softly through her teeth. "King size bed, eh?"

"Mmhmmm." Nice and big, with plenty of room for both of us and whatever we fancy doing there. He swallowed involuntarily. Gods, he wanted her in his bed, wanted to take her there, on the silken sheets, watch her writhe in his arms, make her scream and beg.

He was still mulling over how he could persuade her to join him there when she whispered softly in his ear. "Think we could be there in five minutes?" She rolled her hips against him in a blatant invitation, and he very nearly moaned aloud. "Because I don't think I can wait any longer to have you inside me."

Her words hit him straight in the guts, well, actually a few inches lower. Closing his eyes, he bit his lower lip hard. "Damn it, Isabela, if you go on like this, I won't be able to walk there, no matter how close it is."

Her soft, throaty chuckle did nothing to improve matters, but she did stop moving, giving him a chance to recover a little. "Tell you what - I'll have another drink. Join me at the bar as soon as you're ready to leave." He watched her go, admiring the lazy sway of her full hips as she crossed the room. Gorgeous.

In the end, they just about made it into the hotel elevator before he had her pressed against the wall, kissing her hard, grinding against her with almost desperate greed.

She laughed again, but she was breathless and flushed, just as hungry for it as he was. "Damn it, Duncan, get us up to your room, now. I need to get my hands on you."

He groaned roughly, pulling her closer, biting down hard on her shoulder, exposed where her short trench coat had slid down. "My sentiments exactly. Why can't this damn thing go faster?"

He was sincerely grateful that they were headed for the suite, with the elevator door opening right in the middle of it. It would have been damn embarrassing to encounter anyone in the corridor, considering the state they were in. Isabela's hair was disheveled and her lips swollen and red from his kisses, and he was straining so hard against his tight pants that there was no way anyone could have missed it.

When they stumbled out in the open, he had to let go of her body, and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as they shrugged off their coats. Duncan's mind was buzzing with questions. Should he kiss her again? Should he take off his clothes first? But Isabela just laughed, throwing back her head in a gesture of pure abandonment as she turned and walked over to the bedroom. He followed her as if pulled by strings, unable to take his eyes off her.

"I see you didn't exaggerate." Her voice had dropped to that deep purr again as she turned to face him, gracefully sinking down on the edge of the huge bed, spreading her legs invitingly.

Duncan felt another groan rise to his throat. Without further hesitation, he dropped to his knees right before her, placing his hands on her thighs. His lips found hers again and he drank in her taste and her scent, his whole body thrumming with need. He fumbled impatiently with the fastenings of her corset until she pushed his fingers aside and undid them herself, quickly and efficiently. The moment her breasts sprang free of their confines, he had his hands on them, gathering that marvelous bounty in both palms, whining with pleasure when her large brown nipples tightened under his touch.

She pulled him closer, right against her hot core, and if he had been younger, less experienced, he'd have come right there and then. He breathed in sharply, thanking his lucky stars for the better control that came with age. He'd worried about the age difference, actually, feared she'd reject him because of it, and it was comforting to know that he had an advantage over younger lovers in this.

Still, there was no time for such considerations, not with the way her nimble fingers were dancing up the inseam of his trousers, tugging at the waistband, eager to feel him. He did his best to help, hissing sharply when her hands found his heated flesh, touching him with assurance.

"Ooooh, that's nice." She sank back onto the bed, dragging him with her so he came to lie on top of her, her hips moving up into his touch.

Even through her panties he could feel how eager she was, and when he pushed the fabric aside, he nearly lost it. She was soaking wet, so hot and slick that he couldn't resist pushing a finger inside her.

Isabela whined, clenching hard around him. "Damn it, Duncan, stop teasing me!" Her eyes were almost feverish as she took hold of him again, guiding him where she wanted him. "I want a lot more than just your finger."

He laughed, but he held back, though it was a struggle. "Wait. What about-"

"Yeah, I guess we should." With a resigned sigh and an exaggerated eye roll, she reached for her bag, rummaging around in it for a moment until she produced several foil wrappers neatly printed with the W.O.D. logo. "Come here."

He had to close his eyes while she rolled on the condom for him. Watching her would have overtaxed even his control. She made a soft, appreciative noise as she ran her fingers down the length of him, and it made him straighten up with instinctive pride. No matter how this played out, he was determined that she wouldn't regret this night.

Spreading her wide, he ran the tip of his cock teasingly along her opening, smiling when she bucked up impatiently, then thrusting smoothly deep inside her. Isabela cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him in even deeper. The expression on her beautiful face showed nothing but sheer, unadulterated bliss, and it spurned him on, made him fall into a natural, instinctive rhythm.

She moved with him, her hips following his movements, rolling and sinuous. It was so damn perfect, her heat surrounding him, her perfect breasts just inches from his face, her heels digging deep into his back. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she pushed him back, rolling over with him and straddling him. And then she rode him hard, working herself against him, taking her pleasure from him without shame and hesitation, and it was the single most arousing thing he'd ever seen.

He just about managed to hang on until she came, gasping and shuddering on top of him, her face glowing with ecstasy. When he let go, his orgasm tore through him like a firestorm, red-hot and so intense it bordered on pain, and he almost blacked out with the sheer force of it.

It took him a moment to get his bearings afterwards. Isabela was looking at him with an almost indulgent expression. "Okay?" Her voice still sent shivers down his spine.

"A lot more than just okay." He placed a quick, hard kiss on her lips. "You're amazing."

A wide smile spread across her face. "You're not so bad yourself. Now, you mentioned a whirlpool…"

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