"You're adamant about keeping our relationship strictly professional." She swept her hand around the living room. "But bringing me here isn't very-"

"Businesslike," he finished for her and cupped her cheek in his hand. Lowering his head, he whispered against her mouth, "I know. But it seems I can't help myself."

He gently nibbled her lips, flicking his tongue at the crease between them, tasting the sweet chocolate she'd eaten for dessert. Her arms crept around his neck, accompanied by a soft mewl in her throat.

"I'm beginning to think you had the right idea on Friday," he murmured, nipping his way down her neck. He slid her skimpy halter aside and cupped the curve of her bared breast. Damn she was soft. "My obsession for you isn't going to go away until I satisfy it."

"I feel the same way." Her spine arched.

He caressed her nipple with his thumb, and she gasped. As her peak instantly stiffened, tightening into a hard bud for him, his erection swelled even more, which he hadn't thought possible. If he did nothing else tonight, he had to taste her. He bent her back over his arm and circled the tip of her breast with his tongue, gently sucking her luscious nipple.

Her eager panting increased the pressure in his groin until it felt as if he might burst. "Hannah," he murmured into her softness, "if the board ever found out-"

"They won't. Not from me. I swear."

He straightened up and put some distance between them while still supporting her. "Damn it. Don't you see how unfair this is to you? I'll have to end our little fling as soon as we get back to New Jersey. I can't take any chances on someone discovering we've slept together. Can you live with that?"

"Jordan, I won't lie to you." She brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead. "I'd love a future with you. But I know your feelings on commitment."

"Then why would you want me to-"

"I don't want to marry some dud like my ex-fiance and always wonder if it would've been different with you. If I'm ever going to explore my sexuality, it needs to be now, before I promise myself to anyone. I want to know what it's like to be with the right man."

"Just as long as you're agreeing for yourself and not just to please me."

"No, way." She chuckled. "I'm definitely hoping the pleasure will be mutual."

He scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom. "I promise, Sweetheart, if we spend the night together, you'll be walking out of here tomorrow a very happy woman."

Chapter 15.

pleas*ure n. 1. The state or feeling of being pleased or gratified. 2. A source of enjoyment or delight. 3. Sensual gratification or indulgence.

A woman can muster boundless energy when an opportunity for pleasure arises.

"And a very tired one." Hannah kicked off her pumps and laughed as Jordan deposited her on the king-size bed which the butler had already turned down. "As little sleep as I had last night, I'm thinking I should've taken a nap today instead of a bubble bath. Did you see the tub? It's big enough to throw a swim party." She picked up the gold-wrapped bar of candy from the pillow next to her. "This really does look like it came from Fort Knox. I wonder if the chocolate is as good as its fancy wrapper suggests."

Oh, jeez, she was babbling again-something she hadn't done in weeks. Of course, she hadn't been this nervous, either.

"I'm sure it is," he murmured, rolling her stockings off. "AJ wouldn't give his guests anything but the best."

She shivered from his fingertips' caress on her inner thighs. "You're friends with AJ Baldwin?"

"Sort of." He straightened and pulled off his jacket and tie, laying them over a chair. "I met him a few months ago at one of Kurt Preston's little soirees. I'm sure he'll be happy to send you a case of those, if I ask."

"Thanks, but I really don't need the calories." She stifled a yawn.

Sinking next to her, he lowered her back on the luxurious sheets and tangled his fingers in her hair. "Are you sleepy? We could snooze a while, first."

In truth, she was exhausted. "No, I'll be okay."

"I don't want you just okay, Hannah. I'm not some horny teenager who can't wait a few more hours. I want you awake and ready to play. In fact, I'm canceling my golf outing and taking you sightseeing tomorrow. You can consider this trip the date you bought. We'll have plenty of time in the morning if you're too tired tonight."

Was he always this considerate? Kevin had never cared whether she was in the mood or tired, or most importantly, satisfied. There was no question if she was ready now. The seductive kisses Jordan had given her in the living room had left her embarrassingly eager for him. "I'm beginning to wonder if you still want me."

His sooty lashes dropped to half-mast. The desire simmering in the depths of his blue eyes killed any doubt she had. "You have no idea how much." He dotted her face with several feather-light kisses. "But if I only have one date with you, I'm not settling for anything less than perfect."

Stretching like a cat, she smiled up at the sheer silvery fabric draped around the bed as a canopy. It gave the suite the seductive atmosphere of a sultan's boudoir. "Thank you for making today so special for me."

She sat up and brushed his lips with hers, and the scent of his spicy aftershave reminded her of the intimate way he'd held her while they'd danced together on Friday evening-and of how smelly her nervous perspiration might have left her tonight.

"Maybe if I take a shower, it'll wake me up. Besides, I'd like to be fresh for you."

"For me?" He tickled her rib. "You're usually fresh to me." He jerked his head toward the elegant marble bathroom. "Go ahead. While you're doing that, I'll call and beg off from the foursome tomorrow and put out the Do Not Disturb sign. The last thing I want is Jeeves interrupting us."

"His name is Gregory," she called over her shoulder as she padded across the plush white carpet that nearly swallowed her bare fee on the way to the immense bathroom. Once she undressed and put her hair up with an elastic to keep it dry, she flipped on the shower's brass faucet. Hot water sprayed from jets positioned all around the oversized stall that doubled as a steam room.

Stepping in, away from the overhead spigot at one end of the stall, she moaned at the pulsating water massaging every inch of her weary body. As the spray beat against her nipples, making her tingle all over, her nerve endings sang. A cool draft wafted into the glass cubicle, and Jordan stepped in with her, gloriously naked.

Strangely enough, for the first time in her life, Hannah felt a complete lack of modesty. She couldn't say if it was the effect of her hypnosis or the blatant male appreciation in Jordan's eyes. Either way, she'd never felt so sexy and desirable in her life-or so ready to make love.

She dropped her gaze to his thick erection jutting proudly from its ebony nest, and her throat turned dry. Talk about impressive. When his penis had poked its head out of his fly in the limo on Friday night, it hadn't seemed nearly as- "Are you okay?"

"Wow." She swallowed hard.

"Don't be too impressed. I'm not that much bigger than the average guy."

Good to know. At first glance, her mind had immediately flipped back to her high school physics classes about displacement and mass versus volume.

Clearly, Kevin's claim of being average had been a gross exaggeration. Her ex-fiance's penis might only be an inch or so shorter than Jordan's, but thickness-wise, it was like comparing her pinky to her thumb. Both were approximately the same length, however, her pinky ring would never begin to fit on her thumb.

Jordan stroked her cheek with his knuckles. "Listen, I know from that night in the parking lot you're small, but-"

"That's what I get for doing all those Kegel exercises. I read somewhere they'd help me orgasm. A lot of good it's done."

"Ahh, that explains why you felt as tight as a virgin. And here I'd chalked it up to your ex having a needle-dick."

"Kevin's penis isn't that skinny." She laughed. "It's more like a carrot." In any case, the prospect of Jordan sliding his cucumber-sized Willie between her legs was a little daunting.

"Well, your exercises weren't a waste. Keep at them. A snug fit is pure heaven for a guy."

"Tight may be good for a man, but what about for the poor woman?"

"It makes sex better for her, too. I promise to go slowly. I've yet to hurt anyone. If it makes you feel any better, my previous partners have told me I have a perfect penis."

"That's nice to hear." She released a breath of relief, lathering herself. "Maybe you should make a mold of yourself and have the medical device division produce vibrators from the cast."

"Right." He grinned.

"Seriously. You could sell them to all those horny women who keep hitting on you. You'd make a fortune."

"Doubling the division's profits would certainly impress the board." He took the bar of soap from her. "Mind if I take over?"

Heavens no, it would free her hands to touch his magnificent body. "Not as long as I get to wash you, too."

When she reached out to stroke him, he grabbed her wrists and then wound her arms around his neck. "Not yet. Let's concentrate on you for the time being." He cupped her breasts in his soapy palms and covered her lips with his.

His warm tongue darted into her mouth, tasting and teasing its interior, and her senses whirled. Slippery hands kneaded her curves and lathered the curls between her legs. She shivered, arching her back and whimpering while he caressed her already stiff nipples until they ached to be in his mouth again. Her breaths quickened, keeping time with her hammering heart.

After letting the water rinse the suds off her, he lifted her against the tile, his muscles flexing beneath her palms. He nibbled a tantalizing trail down her throat and drew one sensitive peak into his mouth while simultaneously pinching the other. Her breath froze in her chest.

"Damn, you taste good," his passion-drenched voice echoed off the tile.

Grabbing his shoulders, she whimpered, "Oh, Jordan."

His other hand slid between her legs and stroked the sensitive bud there making it swell. He was so gentle and patient. What if she still couldn't climax-even with his talent and perfect penis?

As he suckled and licked each of her breasts, making them throb with pleasure, she clutched his damp hair. "Please don't be upset if I can't get to the finish line. It doesn't mean you-"

"Relax." He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "I've never disappointed a woman yet, and I don't intend to start now. I've been told I'm very good at this."

"So I've heard. But I'm not."

He chuckled into her hair, lowering her to her feet. "How do you know if you've never had an orgasm?"

"See, that proves it. In politically correct terms, I'd be classified as sexually challenged."

Rolling his eyes, he smiled. "The only thing it proves is you've never been to bed with a man who took his time pleasing you."

"Maybe I'm one of those women who needs that cream Calder is developing."

"Not likely. Do you know how few females are incapable of climaxing with enough foreplay?"

She picked up the bar of soap and washed his muscular chest, making him groan. His smooth erection twitched and pulsed under her sudsy palm as if it had a life of its own.

"I just don't want you to be disappointed. You went to so much expense and trouble to make this special for-"

He crushed her lips with his, and after spinning the faucet to the off position, he grabbed one of the fluffy bath sheets and toweled her dry from the top of her head to her toes.

"Why are we getting out? I didn't finish washing you."

He rubbed the terrycloth over his own body. "Do you always talk this much while you're making love?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really nervous."

He grabbed the bottle of body lotion off the vanity and scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. "Maybe if I relax you enough, you'll stop worrying." He carried her back to the bedroom and laid her on the cool satin sheets.

"I didn't mean to ruin tonight for you."

"Oh, Hannah." He held her against his broad chest. "Shhh....you haven't. You're ruining it for yourself. I've never met a woman with performance anxiety before. That normally happens to guys."

He rolled her onto her stomach, shook a cool dollop of lotion on her, and spread it over her back, gently massaging her neck and shoulders. His tender touch chipped away at her anxiety and made it impossible to keep her heart removed from the experience.

When a soft moan escaped her, he whispered, "That's it. Relax and stop thinking about the orgasm you're not going to have. As a matter of fact, you're not allowed to have one."

"What?" She frowned over her shoulder while he straddled her hips and continued to rub her back. Was he crazy? She was as close as she'd ever been.

"You heard me. There will be no orgasms for Hannah Oliver tonight. If you have one, you get five demerits. And, for each one after that, you get ten."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my birthday suit." She smiled and heaved a soft sigh, reveling in his fingers kneading the tension out of her shoulders, his hot erection pressed to her backside.

"You should be. If you rack up more than twenty demerits, you get that spanking you were begging for on Friday night."

As if this considerate, patient man could ever hurt her. Rough or gentle, the thought of his big hands on her bottom titillated her, and pulsating heat throbbed between her legs.

"Now, flip over and let me work on the front of you."

Oh, yes, please!

After she rolled onto her back, he stared into her eyes. "I don't want to hear another peep from you except to tell me what you like. Do some of your hypnosis relaxation exercises."

He kissed her, and she lost all sense of time. His hands and fingers waged a sensual assault on her body, touching her everywhere at once. Caressing. Stroking. Squeezing. His mouth followed his hands' path. Licking. Sucking. Nipping.

She panted as if she'd run a mile and explored each well-defined muscle in his back and haunches, kissing his neck and shoulders. His soapy taste reminded her he hadn't rinsed off completely.

As his fingers plucked at her nipples and probed the aching depth between her thighs, liquid fire coursed through her veins, and her eyelids drifted shut.

She had to be out of her ever-loving mind to be doing this with him. How would she ever get out of this bed with her heart in one piece? Suddenly, she no longer cared about anything but being physically one with him. "Please, Jordan. I want you inside me. It doesn't matter if I come. Really."

"No, it doesn't. But I'm not ready to move on yet." He placed her palm over the back of his hand and slid his fingers between her legs. "Show me what feels good."

Tentatively, she held his wrist, guiding his arm, essentially stroking herself with his talented fingers. The faster his hand moved, the higher her tension rose. He sucked her nipples and gradually slid his hand away, replacing it with hers, leaving her frantically rocking against her own fingers.

She lifted her lashes to find him watching her please herself, and her stomach lurched. She should've been mortified to have him see her in such a sexual frenzy, but she was so close she couldn't stop. The unmistakable hunger on his face said he didn't want her to quit, and the intense lust in his eyes simply aroused her more.

He nudged her legs further apart and whispered, "That's it. Open a little wider for me."

Goosebumps skittered over her body at the thought of him studying her most private place. Except she was so excited, she couldn't refuse him. Letting her thighs spread, she arched her back and closed her eyes again, stroking herself faster and faster. As he kissed her breasts and stomach and then nibbled his way down to her thighs, she felt as if she were floating. A ripple of pleasure spread through her. All at once, he pushed her fingers aside and something firm and moist took their place.

"Ohmigosh." What was he doing? Her eyes sprang open, and she dropped her gaze to his dark head nestled between her legs. His tongue flicked repeatedly at her and ragged breaths hitched in her chest. It felt amazing. Incredibly naughty but absolutely stupendous.

"Kevin would never-"