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Not that I’m halfway there already.
He opens his mouth, tongue warm against mine, and I involuntarily give a shaky moan, my fingers tightening on his shoulders.
“Do that again,” he says, his palms on my ass now, squeezing gently.
“What, this?” I scratch my nails lightly along his upper back and the nape of his neck, pleased as he leans into my touch. “You like that?”
“More than you know.”
I softly scrape my nails over his scalp next, sifting through his thick hair, his pleasure evident in the way his grip on me tightens, the way he positions me even closer, his hard dick nestled along my core.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” I ask, not overthinking it. I’m going with my gut tonight.
“God, yes.”
He leads me to the luxury suite’s bedroom, moonlight filtering in through the open curtains to clearly see him by. This high up in the building, there’s no one to spy on us. A private sanctuary to finally relax in.
He turns me toward him, on me again as he undoes my topknot to let my hair fall in waves down my back, cupping my jaw as he kisses me.
I make quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt, the expensive fabric soft and luxurious. His tie and jacket are already gone, probably the first things he took off when he got home, and as I slip his shirt off, I finally have a full view of that delicious body covered by suits for far too long.
Broad shoulders. Defined pecs. Flat abs. And a dark trail along his lower stomach heading due south, my fingers itching to follow it.
“I didn’t know you had time to work out.” I can’t help staring at him, wishing we could employ some kind of casual shirtless day in the office.
“I used to. Not so much in the last few weeks. But I have a feeling I’ll be getting a workout tonight.”
I grin at him, running my hands over his body, lovingly tracing those muscles. “Definitely.”
His hand flirts with the left strap of my dress, sliding it down, the kiss he presses to my bare shoulder making my breath catch. His lips trail down over my collarbone, my chest, right to the edge of the bodice. I reach up to pull the last bit of fabric down, my bra cup coming down with it, wanting his mouth on me. He gladly complies, his lips like heaven as they whisper over the sensitive area.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he murmurs, gently lapping at me now, his big palm shaping my breasts, pulling down the other strap and bra cup to give equal attention.
I make an unintelligible sound, cupping the back of his head, keeping him close as his tongue works wonders, desire hot within me. I’ve never felt this kind of craving for anyone else, never had someone affect me like this. Want. Need. Passion. It all mixes together in a deadly cocktail I lose myself to, wanting nothing other than his touch. His mouth. Him.
“More,” I mumble, reaching behind me to unzip my dress. He sucks me harder as I bare more of myself to him. “Just like that.”
He maneuvers us to the bed, laying me down, his big frame covering me as he skillfully uses his lips and tongue, my lower body squirming with the need for relief. I kick off my heels, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him, his dick hitting exactly where I want it to, even through our clothing.
He groans, grinding into me, the pressure incredible. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His words send a zing through me, ramping me up. “I thought you were worshipping me,” I tease, tilting my hips up to more fully press against him.
“Hmm, that’s right.”
He lifts away, the loss of him turning me cold, but his hands are back soon, unzipping my dress the rest of the way, sliding the silk off along with my bra until I’m only in my panties.
“God, you’re so gorgeous. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.”
No,I’mthe luckiest bastard. Literally.
He scoots to the end of the bed, tenderly kissing my ankle, then up to my calf, my knee, my inner thigh, the wicked grin on his lips nearly undoing me.
“You ready for my tongue?”
I nod, unable to help my blatant eagerness, relaxing into the mattress as he peels my underwear off, the lust in his gaze like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He settles in, hands spreading my thighs wider, opening me further to him as he gives a deep lick to my pussy. My back bows at how amazing it feels.
“Oh, God,” I shout, one arm coming up to cover my eyes as the other grips the bedsheets.