Page 58 of Never Fake Date the Financier

I swipe a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Gorgeous.”

Her blush deepens, her gaze dropping momentarily before meeting mine again.

“My. Gorgeous. Ella.”

It elicits another smile. Another tight shake of her head. A tighter grip on my body.

“I love how my name sounds on your lips.” Her voice is wispy. Delicate.Sensual.

“And I love how you taste on mine.”

I slide my fingers against my beautiful girl’s lips, her eyes fluttering closed. It’s a miracle that I’m not on top of her now. Shredding her dress. The urges come in fits and bursts, but I want to savor every moment I have with Ella. Extend this night and our time together for as long as possible.

Ella writhes as I kiss her, exploring the rest of her body with my lips.

“I want you.” Kiss. Nip. “I need you.” Lick.

She grabs a fistful of my hair, releasing only when I move lower.

“Shame this dress is still on.” I tug at the fabric with my teeth.

“I was thinking the same thing. Should I remove it?”

I glance up at her as she tunnels her fingers through my hair.

“Not yet.” I kiss her belly through the fabric. Rub my face against her as I move ever lower. “I’ll wait until you beg me.”

Ella sighs harshly. “I’d never.”

I pause at the junction between her legs, kissing her softly once. And then once more, stopping when I hear her moan.

“We’ll see,” I rasp as I grab the bottom of her dress and yank, bunching it around her waist and revealing her perfect legs, heels still on, dangling.

Her lacy black panties. Fuck. Taking it slow might not be on the table. But Ella’s pussy is, and I’m going to have my fill.

I kiss her inner thighs as I slide a hand beneath her underwear, tearing them off her like paper and revealing a perfect, glistening pussy.

“Already wet.” It comes out harshly. Reflexively as I admire it, wondering if it tastes as decadent as it looks.

“And you’re already hard,” she mutters, biting her lip as her knee nudges my cock.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I grip the edge of the table as I shut my eyes, groaning when I open them. A single nudge damn near sent me over the edge. A soft touch from her fingertip could ruin me.

“Have been from the moment you slipped this dress on.”

Her eyes burn into mine, softening when she smiles.

“Must’ve been a rough wedding for you. You know you should see a doctor if they last that long.”

I swallow.

“I’d rather see you. I think you could help.”

A few beats pass. “I might be able to.”

“Glad to hear it.”