Page 47 of Consumed By You

“It’s mainly me they’re pissed off with,” he tries to reassure me, although it doesn’t help.

“Has anyone else tried to hurt you like that?”

“Not as bad as that, but yes. Most of them are smart enough to realize that destroying my career would hurt me more, so they tend to go for that.” He raises his glass to his lips. “I protect myself though. Always. I have a team. You’ve probably heard about them through Doris.”

“Yes, your crisis team. They monitor everything. Emails, social media, looking for threats or anything potentially harmful to the company.” I recite Doris’s lecture, word for word. His expression morphs from informative to pleased within seconds.

“You’re a quick learner. It’s been fascinating to watch.” He leans forward, his fingers tracing my features ever-so-softly. My breath catches as he drags his thumb slowly across my bottom lip. “You’d be fantastic in PR work.”

“Thank you?” His face is so close to mine now.

“I have a feeling you’d excel at anything, though.”

He presses his lips to my forehead.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

His face splits into a full-blown grin and he nods, cupping my face. “I’m counting on it.”

His lips meet mine at that and I lose all control, shaken by the brutal strength of his passion. I curl my fingers into his long locks, urging him closer to me.

“Stay with me?” he asks, in between kisses.

“Yes.”

He helps me stand, which is no easy feat considering my legs have turned to Jell-O, and leads me to his bedroom. Without warning his hands are in my hair, destroying my bun. His long fingers become lodged between the pins so I move back to help him. My onyx-colored waves dangle down my back, ending just above my waist.

“I love your hair.” He encircles my waist with a strong arm to pull me into him, his lustful hands easing over my body until ending on the hem of my dress. In one swift movement, the dress is on the floor. I’m standing in just a bra and underwear, thanking my lucky stars that they’re matching and at least semi-sexy. Wanting to see all of him, I unbutton his crisp shirt while he undoes his cufflinks.

I remove his shirt, taking my time as I drink in the perfect specimen before me. He must work out like crazy to get this body. I lay my palms flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s rather fast, making me wonder if he’s nervous to be with me as well. I tilt my head to give him access to my lips as I unbutton his pants. He moves back to pull them off. My eyes become completely transfixed on the sharp V that indents his body just below a deliciously defined abdomen. Suddenly, there is no space between our bodies and his lips are at my shoulder, his fingers working the back of my bra. It’s amazing how fast he can undo it…a thought I don’t want to dwell on for long. He drops it in the pile of our clothes, then hooks his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pulls them off as well so I’m completely naked before him.

His hungry gaze slides down my body, and my cheeks redden at how unabashedly he’s watching me. He steps forward and I fall back onto the bed, pushing myself back to welcome him as well, but he doesn’t get on. Instead, he bends over the edge and his hand disappears between my legs.

“Are you wet for me?” His fingers glide easily through my arousal, shocking my nerves as he directs only a moment to my clit, teasingly. “Mm, you are.”

His body contorts like a predator as he begins to kneel, his stare burning a hole through my skin. I’m panting.

Am I panting?

It sounds like I am. I don’t know anymore.

His grip tight, he drags me to the edge of the mattress, forcing me to clutch the bed sheets for support. I nearly faint on the spot when I feel his mouth close delicately around my clit, suckling softly.

Oh my god.

He flicks his velvet tongue against the sensitive nub expertly, knowing exactly where to go to get me writhing against him.

“Oh god,Ben.” I drop back against the bed, unable to support myself anymore. “Please.”

When he eases a single finger into me, working his tongue over my folds, my muscles convulse, my mouth hanging open in abandon. My body tenses, not ready for the amount of pleasure that’s about to consume me. Crying out as his restless coaxing sends me over the edge, I drift deep into ecstasy. I’m moaning, lost in the abyss when he’s on top of me, his lips on mine, full of urgency. His hard cock is against my throbbing sex, coated in my arousal.

I grab his ass, pulling him into me so our bodies are flush against one another.

“Baby, wait. I need a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“You are?” he questions, breathlessly. I nod dizzily as my hands memorize the long canvas of his back, admiring the dips and curves of his strength.