Excerpt of Power and Possession by C.C. Gibbs

He grinned. ‘Ready to come a few times?’

Her mouth pursed. ‘Are you always this cool?’

‘If I was cool about you, I would have fucked you on the
yacht and sent you back up on deck.’ He smiled. ‘I didn’t.’

She smiled back. ‘That works out then because I’m not sure I
would have gone.’

This wasn’t the time to apprise her of the broad powers his
wealth allowed him. ‘Lucky me,’ he said instead.

‘And now I want to get lucky,’ she said with her usual
frankness. ‘Give me those orgasms.’

He suppressed a smile; she never asked. She told. On the
other hand, he was already on board with her plan and his
ego was flexible when it came to imminent orgasms. He
adjusted his grip on her bottom.

She lifted her brows. ‘Tired of holding me? We could go
upstairs.’

‘I’ll let you know when I get tired. Right now, it feels
pretty fucking good.’

‘Yeah, no shit,’ she said with a small sigh, wiggling her
hips a little around his partially submerged erection.
‘Super good. Tell your dick not to forget my G-spot, okay?’

He laughed so long she finally grumbled, ‘I just thought I’d
remind you.’

He grinned. ‘Has anyone ever told you that you’re the fuck
from hell?’

‘Gimme a break,’ she said, sweetly, like the totally hot
fairy-tale princess of every man’s fantasy. ‘Do you get
complaints?’

‘So we’re irresistible?’

‘Tempting I guess. I’ve never asked. So?’

He lowered his head, his voice. ‘Your G-spot’s on my list,
pussycat. Now shut the fuck up and let us do our job.’

She opened her mouth.

One dark eyebrow lifted. ‘I said I’d take care of it.’

She shut her mouth.

He knew better than to smile, although her first small
capitulation made him want to at least say, Thanks. Instead,
he showed his appreciation by exercising the sexual artistry
he’d been in training for since his disreputable youth. In
the interests of mutual consummation though, he progressed
with extreme caution, waiting between each progressive
advance for Nicole’s body to open, part, slowly yield to his
invasion. Watching her from under his lashes, monitoring the
flush rising on her throat, the rhythm of her breathing, the
increasing pressure of her fingers on his neck.

Until finally, his dick filled her completely.

She whimpered.

He dragged in a shuddering breath.

Paradise found.

Splaying his fingers wider, he held himself motionless
inside her for a moment, supporting her weight, his hands
cupping her bottom, her thighs resting on his forearms,
pleasure washing over him in fierce, hot waves.

Every nerve and heated bit of flesh, every functioning brain
cell was stimulated, then over-stimulated, her arousal at
fever pitch, prodigal surfeit surging through her body so
wildly she began to shake.

Quickly adjusting the angle of penetration, Rafe brushed her
cheek with a kiss. ‘Better?’

Eyes shut, her fingers tangled in his dark hair, she nodded.

‘Ready to go over the edge?’ His voice was a low rasp.

She twisted her fingers more tightly in his hair.

A slightly painful, but recognizable answer. He zeroed his
dick in on her sensitive little G-spot nerves, focusing on a
gentle, consistent pressure, on the smooth, silken friction,
withdrawing marginally against her frantic resistance,
slowly plunging back in to her grateful sighs. Until soon,
she was shuddering on the frenzied brink, he was
contemplating clear sailing to the orgasmic shore when he
was brought up short by a brutal jerk on his hair.

‘Now, now, now!’ she cried.

Christ, he’d probably lost some hair. But that wasn’t all
he’d lost. He’d been on his best behaviour too long or maybe
he didn’t know what good behaviour was. Or maybe she’d given
him one too many orders. ‘You want something?’ he said,
sharply. ‘Open your eyes. Tell me and I’ll think about it.’

Suddenly he was looking into an angry blue gaze. ‘Don’t
fucking scream,’ he growled. ‘Ask me nicely.’

She glared at him and shoved at his shoulders. ‘Why don’t I
find someone who doesn’t make me work for a fuck?’

‘That wasn’t nice.’ Spinning around, her weight incidental
to a man his size, he strode towards the stairs.

‘Ask me if I care,’ she muttered, fighting to break his
grip. ‘There’s plenty of parties in town besides yours and
I’ve met a lot of – oh shit.’ Her struggles had only
deepened his penetration, ignited potent little shimmers of
arousal, provoked an unwelcome deluge of slick need.

He smiled. ‘My party upstairs looking more interesting?’

She stared at him sullenly. ‘Screw you.’

‘You’ll be screwing me all right,’ he drawled, not even
breathing hard as he took the stairs in a run. ‘You’ve been
in the driver’s seat too long, Tiger. Time for a change.’

‘I thought everything wasn’t a personal challenge,’ she snapped.

‘You haven’t learned when to stop pushing. I’ll teach you.’

‘Like hell you will.’