Page 108 of Manhattan State of Mind

Groaning, I push my finger against her softness, feeling her pulsate beneath my touch. So ready for me she’s throbbing, writhing against me. “I love making you feel this way.”

I caress her swollen lips hungrily with my thumb before slipping it inside and exploring her inner depths.

A moan escapes as her head falls against my chest. “Damn, you’re good at this, JP.”

I am, because I know every inch of her body. I paid attention. I listened. I know exactly what she wants. But I won’t let her come yet.

My fingers slip away from her panties and she stares at me in the reflection.

“Why’d you stop?” she whispers, looking insecure.

“I haven’t,” I reply with a chuckle, peppering kisses on her neck. “I’m just getting started.”

My lips trace the curves of her body as I coax her underwear down her thighs, one agonizing inch at a time.

She trembles as I kneel before her and slowly pull each foot from her underwear until she’s completely exposed to me.

She squirms and tries to close her legs from my view, but I don’t let her.

“Do you understand how breathtakingly beautiful you are?” I ask on my knees, making eye contact with her.

A tiny, nonsensical laugh flees her lips and I resist the urge to smile.

“Oh my God. Stop it. You’re making me nervous.” Her face flushes with heat and she squirms, putting her hands on my shoulders as if to anchor herself. “Told you you’re intense.”

“And I told you I don’t do things by half.”

Before she can register what’s happening, I stand and lift her off the ground by the waist, encircling her legs around me.

Her bare pussy grinds against my stomach. She moans as her clit brushes against my abdomen. Her hips buck but I hold her tight, walking her over to the bed.

Which is far, considering my bedroom is enormous.

I lay her down on the mattress, my hands lingering along her curves. I slowly and meticulously unfasten her stilettos, each click of the buckle echoing in the room.

“What a gentleman,” she murmurs. “I like this service—my hot billionaire boss undressing me.”

I crack a bittersweet smile. The truth is, she is accustomed to this kind of treatment, she just doesn’t remember it.

“But I won’t be a gentleman for long—enjoy it while it lasts.”

Her breathing speeds up as she looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes. “Oh, oh my God,” she murmurs tentatively.

I smirk down at her. “Do you know what’s coming?” I whisper huskily, leaning over her body until our skin is almost touching, but not quite.

She bites down on her lower lip like a sexy vixen. “I think I need to be enlightened.”

“You’re going to be screaming my name all night long, Lucy, because I’m about to make you come again and again until you beg me to stop. First with my tongue, then with my hard fucking cock, until you can’t take any more.”

My words cause her to gasp; laughter mixed in with shock. “Holy fuck… You have game.”

I peel down my boxers to reveal my rock-hard erection, fisting my length and pumping once, twice, all the while gazing down at her through hooded eyes.

She sucks in sharply. “That’syour dick? I knew it. I don’t know whether I should be scared or turned on.”

I chuckle as she arches her back on the bed, hands curled around the sheets, desperate for me to fuck her. Her soft pussy opens up for me as she shifts her legs higher and lifts her hips off the mattress, begging to be filled.

Christ. My eyes hungrily drink in her pussy and it takes all of my willpower not to thrust my cock into her right now.