The Pleasure Contract Caitlin Crews (book club books TXT) 📖

than explore the astonishing penthouse suite that Lachlan had booked, overlooking Hyde Park. It sprawled over the entire top floor of the five-star hotel and was stunning. The butler who came with the suite murmured, very Britishly, that he would be delighted to make arrangements at the hotel spa.

But Bristol needed a break. She made her way to one of her favorite museums of all time and engaged her mind—which as far as she was concerned was all the maintenance she required. She completely lost track of time in the exhibits and had therefore had to rush back to the hotel to change before meeting Lachlan at the formal drinks session that was to be her first appearance as his girlfriend at a function.

“You’re late,” Stephanie informed her sternly when she arrived at the stuffy old fortress where the drinks event was taking place.

A refrain that was repeated several more times as Bristol handed off her coat and was ushered through the crowd, including by Lachlan himself when she finally reached his side.

“Yes, yes,” she said merrily. “I’m late.” She turned to the man Lachlan was standing with, who she recognized along with the woman beside him thanks to the dossiers she pretended she hadn’t studied when Stephanie had handed them to her at the hotel when they’d checked in. Because she was petty like that. “Ambassador, Mrs. Hargrove, I hope you’ll forgive me. I lost myself in the British Museum and really, if left to my own devices, I think I could stay there forever.”

“And who could blame you?” said the ambassador.

“I go there whenever I get the chance,” said the ambassador’s wife.

Much later, after drinks had turned into dinner and a round of after-dinner drinks besides, Bristol was feeling positively inclined toward all things British—even though it was still raining. Lachlan handed her into the car waiting for him outside the fortress and then regarded her—severely, she thought—as the driver eased into the London traffic.

“You do know you’re not supposed to be late, don’t you?” Lachlan asked, his voice...a dark thread between them.

Bristol could hear the warning in it. But she could also feel that warning in her clit. And though she had always been a rule follower, always a straight-A student who asked for extra projects so she could gain greater honors and distinguish herself further, Bristol couldn’t seem to keep herself from smirking at him.

Maybe because she didn’t like being sniped at by the assistant he’d sicced on her. Maybe because she really, really didn’t like being treated like a trophy. Maybe because she still hadn’t settled into how she thought she was going to do this.

Maybe because she knew that if she poked at him, he would do something about this addiction it seemed she already had to the things he could make her body do.

Or she hoped he would.

Especially with the partition between them and the driver shut tight and opaque for privacy.

“Then by all means,” she said, “fire me for tardiness.”

His blue gaze went taut, intense. His mouth curved. She could feel both like his hard mouth on her pussy, eating her alive.

“I’m not going to fire you. Yet.”

“That’s a tremendous relief. I don’t need to set any records for longevity here, but it would be nice to last longer than a single evening.” She was still smirking at him. “I can’t help it if I’m competitive.”

“But I’m going to need you to make it up to me, Bristol.”

It was like a chain between them, this heat. She felt it snap tight, and then could think of nothing at all but that blue demand in his gaze.

She found she was holding her breath as he reached down and freed his cock from his trousers, one hand wrapping around the great, thick length of it.

“Your mouth, Bristol. It’s so clever, isn’t it?” She wisely decided that didn’t require an answer. “Use it.”

Later, she promised herself, the weather would turn and she would resume her real life. And that would be an excellent time to question why it was she found these commands so hot. So delicious it was as if they were wired straight into her clit.

Her mouth was already watering. She slid to her knees on the floor of the car and braced herself against his rock-hard thighs. She looked up at him, letting that fierce blue fill her. Set her on fire. Make her shiver.

She was already slippery with want.

And then, holding that gaze of his, she angled herself forward and sucked him deep into her mouth.

Lachlan settled back, his eyes fierce and his magnificent body lazy. Telling her without words that this was going to take a long time.

A long, long time.

Bristol settled in and lost herself in the rhythm of it. The taste of him. He was hot and tasted male, so raw and primal it made her mouth water all the more.

She tested her own reflexes, seeing how far she could take him into her mouth and flirting with the back of her throat. Every groan he let out felt like a victory and made her ache. Her nipples were so tight they stung. Her pussy was wet and needy.

But she concentrated on the long retreat, the deep swallow. She licked her way up one side of his shaft, then down the other. She teased the wide head of his cock, sucking on it until he muttered something beneath his breath.

He wrapped his hand in her hair and took control, gently fucking her face, and that was even better.

For an endless while, she felt stretched out between the wildfire ache in her pussy and the sheer, fierce joy of taking his cock exactly the way he gave it to her. The thrust, the repeat, until she could feel moisture at the corners of her eyes from the sheer joy of it.

And when he finally came, pouring himself down her throat, the way he groaned made her clit throb.

So hard she almost came.

And in case she’d forgotten that this was