Page 115 of The Friends and Rivals Collection

DEREK

She chooses the scarf.

“Tell me why you picked this,” I tell her as I tie the silky green fabric around her wrists and to the bedposts.

“Because when you use cuffs on me, I want the fur-lined kind.”

When. I love that she says when . I tighten the knot. “Then I better get you some furry cuffs, kitten. For tonight, this’ll do.”

“It’ll definitely do.” Her voice is breathless. Her body is breathtaking. She’s lithe, long, and willing.

Eager too.

Still fully dressed, I crawl over her and lower my mouth to her neck, pressing a soft, tender kiss to the hollow of her throat.

Gasping, she arches beneath me. I brush my lips down her body, over her throat, through the valley of her breasts, detouring to her tits, with their rosy nipples tipped up and begging for attention.

“Last night,” I rasp against her skin, “you made me fuck you hard and fast to put you out of your misery.”

She moans as I suck on a nipple. “You wanted it too.”

I let go and leave a trail of kisses down her belly, lavishing attention all over her skin. My God, she tastes intoxicating. “I did. But tonight I want to take my time, like I promised the day I met you.”

She whimpers, lifting her hips, asking for more. “You’re cruel.”

“I’m terrible,” I whisper as I reach one delicious hipbone then lick.

“Oh God,” she moans, and I grab her hips, keeping her in place.

“I’m going to spend my sweet time pleasing you. I’m going to take as long as I need to devour your body. I’m going to get drunk on your taste, kitten.”

“Tease.” She strains against the scarf, and I smile wickedly, pleased as sin. I plan to pleasure her till she cries out again and again.

“It’s only a tease if I don’t deliver, and I’ll deliver.

” I kiss the top of her curls, and she bows her back, moaning my name.

My cock throbs against my zipper, begging to be set free.

All in due time. This is about her. This is about giving her the pleasure she deserves.

Because she does. She’s sexy and sarcastic and sassy, and underneath all that, she has a soft heart and a sweetness that I fucking . . .

I stop myself from even thinking about what I feel for her. I part her legs and focus on the physical as I inhale deeply her addictive scent. “You smell delicious.”

“Why don’t you get closer?”

I look up, grinning, loving how much she wants this. She’s gazing down at me, desperation in her eyes. “I’m pretty close,” I say, though I’m inches away.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Aww, you want me to lick your sweet pussy right fucking now, don’t you?”

She lifts her hips, seeking my mouth. “ Yes. ”

I kiss her right thigh, groaning as I make my way down to her knee.

“ Derek ,” she moans.

“Ask again.”

“Please go down on me.”

I move to her other leg. “One more time. Tell me one more time.”

She cries out in frustration. “Go down on me. Please, go down on me now. Go down on me this goddamn second.”

I lick my way up her thigh, reaching the apex, and then I gaze at her face. “Spread your legs. Spread them nice and wide for me. Show me how wet you are. Show me how much you want my mouth on you.”

She takes no time parting her legs wider, her knees falling open, giving me unfettered access to the paradise between her thighs.

My hard-on hammers against my jeans. This woman. Fuck, she glistens for me. “God, you’re so sexy it should be a crime.”

“But it’s not, so just please, please, please go down on me.”

“If you insist.” I dip my face between her legs, and I draw one lingering line up her wetness. My eyes float closed, and I groan in tandem with her. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”

She tastes like salt and sin, like honey and lust. She’s so fucking wet I want to bury my face in her juices.

So I do. I lick and I kiss and I suck. I can feel her all over my chin and my jaw, and it’s intense.

“Oh God,” she cries out, bucking and thrashing.

Holy fuck, she’s thrashing already.

I reward her passion, fucking her with my tongue. She moans. “So good, so good.”

And I make it even better when I add a finger, crooking it deep inside her.

She practically shoots up off the bed, then she grinds down on my fingers, fucking them as I fuck her pussy with my tongue and lips and fingers.

Soon we’re both growling like animals, losing our minds with pleasure till Perri shouts my name, spreading her legs even wider and rocking against my face.

She comes gloriously, flooding my tongue with her sweetness, her screams of pleasure bathing my ears. Her climax is the stuff dirty dreams are made of. I kiss her softly till she comes down.

She’s smiling, grinning like a dopey fool, when she opens her eyes and issues a husky demand. “Give me your cock.”

And I’m all too happy to oblige. I stand, shuck off my clothes, and bring my hard length to her lips. I let her lick the tip, and I grunt because the sensation of her tongue on my dick is out of this world.

“Are you going to fuck my mouth while I’m tied up?”

I stare darkly at her. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Is that what you want? To fuck my mouth while I’m like this?”

I shake my head. “No, kitten. I want you down on your knees, because I want to wrap my hands in your hair while I fuck your mouth.”

She shivers, and I know she wants it too. I untie her, and she scrambles to the floor. In seconds, she’s taken me deep.

Pleasure shoots through me instantly, running wildly through my cells, spreading to every inch of my body. Perri sweeps her tongue up and down, then swirls it around the head. Bringing her closer, I fill her mouth, thrusting into her as she sucks me so hard, I can’t see straight.

I don’t want to see.

I want to feel , and feel I do when the most intense orgasm blasts through me as she tugs on my balls, making it so fucking good, and I come in her throat.

After, I tug her into my arms and kiss her.

She kisses me back with a brand-new ferocity.

In seconds, we’re wrapped around each other, arms, legs, hands.

We’re a tangle of limbs and heat. She kisses me deeply as I tug that lush body against mine, my hands exploring her, hers exploring me as we kiss madly.

We kiss for minutes, for hours, forever, it seems. I can’t stop kissing her.

I don’t want to leave her room. Don’t want to stop what we’re doing.

Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not in the near future.

But at some point, I do break the kiss, because the need for words becomes more powerful. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you today.”

Her lips part. Her eyes lock on mine. “It was the same for me.”

I kiss her again. “You’re in my head, kitten. I thought about getting you naked again all day long.” But that’s not even the half of it. I thought of her—all of her.

“All day, Derek. I wanted to touch you so badly. Wanted to kiss you.”

And it’s not lust that radiates in my bones right now. It’s something much more powerful. Something deeper. “I fucking love kissing you,” I whisper, because that’s all I’ll let myself say.

“Kiss me all night.”

I tuck my finger under her chin. “Sleep with me again.”

She meets my gaze with her naughty one. “I was planning on that.”

I shake my head. “No. I mean spend the night with me. In my arms. After. ”

“Yes. I want that. I want you.”

Soon I’m inside her again, and it’s spectacular, even better than last night.

I have to wonder if we’re having the kind of sex that will only get better.

If it’s the kind that shoots through the roof as your feelings escalate, because I’m pretty sure the roof is the direction my feelings are headed.

The next morning, I get out of bed first and make her breakfast, and the look on her face when I serve her eggs and toast makes me feel like I hung the moon.

This pride makes me want to do it again for her.

And again and again.

Every damn day.