Yet with all that style and beauty, he knew all about Carly Corinthos and who she really was.
“Oh…oh my GOD,” she panted, her hand clutching onto the back of the chair resting against the wall next to her. Her fingers curled tightly, the color of her nails matching the mahogany of the wood. Her other hand clutched to him, hanging on for dear life as she arched her back, craving his touch even more as her entire being trembled with pent up desire.
Under normal circumstances, this type of situation would be one that he enjoyed for himself. He loved finding the one woman in the room who intrigued him. He loved the pursuit, the flirting and chasing and suggestion. He loved the capture and the enjoyment they both shared.
His grandmother would frown and mutter her disapproval, the Chinese traditions she tried to instill in him haunting his numerous relationships as his work took him all over the globe.
But she wasn’t here now and she would never know about what he was doing in Port Charles on a cold autumn night. She would never know about the glitzy hospital fundraiser gala he’d been invited to or the true purpose for his attending the ceremony. She would never see him in the dimly lit foyer of the penthouse suite of the five star Port Charles Hotel, owned by his good friend, Jasper Jacks. She would never see him as he seduced the wife of mobster Sonny Corinthos and she would never see the fallout from his choices.
But she would see why and she would understand.
And for all his careful planning, seducing Carly had been remarkably simple. She attempted to be in control, but he’d seen her games on many other women just like her. Women who had no personal drive for anything other than the flashy things that caught their attention. It was simply a matter of getting her attention and then using it to his advantage, all the while making her believe she was in control.
His mouth nipped her chin as it moved to the nape of her neck. His body pressed against her, demanding her obedience. She let out a sigh as her fingers reached up to rake through his jet black hair. He mouth found hers and again, ravished her lips as his hands moved up her lithe thighs, past the cream colored slip. Her body stilled as his fingers bypassed her panties, seeking the pearl that now screamed for his attention.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whispered, her want near its breaking point. He let out a gentle, calculating laugh as he began to expertly stroke her nub, fixating his gaze on her as she closed her eyes, titling her head back.
“Just like that. Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly as his caresses increased in speed. Her face tightened as she let out tiny gasps of pleasure.
He could see her building up to a release, her expression one of impending bliss. The elevator dinged and the doors silently glided open. Sonny Corinthos stepped into the foyer and took in the sight before him. His wife clutching against a wall for dear life, nearly naked and attempting to ride a man Sonny had never seen before. More importantly, was the expression on Carly’s face as her carnal need exploded. Carly let out a cry of triumph as her sweat slick frame shook as wave after wave took control of her. Just as quickly as her joy took her, it ended with a few choice words.
“What the FUCK is going on?”
Carly’s eyes jolted open. The man who’d given her the best orgasm in years stepped away from her; his expression calm and cool. She blinked several times, trying to regain her composure as the only sound heard in the deathly quiet hallway was that of her heated gasps.
Sonny pointed a finger at the stranger before him. “Start talking before I get impatient.”
The man offered a lazy smile, not at all impressed by Sonny’s demand.
“He’s a MAN Sonny,” Carly hissed. She reached down and clutched her dress. “He’s a man who sees me for the amazing woman I am and treats me accordingly.” She pulled her dress into place and gave Sonny a haughty look. “You were too busy staring at Dara Jensen to notice me.”
Sonny gave a sigh. “Carly, I said hello to the woman. She’s the reason I’m not in Pentonville on murder charges!”
Carly’s eyes glittered jealously. “You wanted her, I know you!” Turning back to the handsome stranger, she lifted her chin. “We were just leaving, weren’t we?”
The man’s brows quirked at her antics. He leaned over and kissed her cheek before stepping back. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, tasting the juice. Carly blushed and Sonny’s face became murderous as he took a step towards the man.
The man ignored Sonny as he contemplated her offering. He gave a shrug. “I’ve tasted better.” Carly’s eyes popped open, her jaw dropped ever so slightly in shock. No man had ever spoken to her like that.
He turned to Sonny. “Thane Bauer.” The name dripped with meaning and Sonny’s demeanor changed entirely. His anger didn’t diminish, but he stepped back, seeing the other man in a new and formidable light. He couldn’t touch this man tonight. Maybe not ever.
Thane stepped into the vacant elevator.
Sonny faced the man, his expression morphing to one of stone. “Bauer,” he said quietly. “As in Jack Bauer?”
Thane gave a quick nod.
“He’s my brother.”
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