Page 43 of The Temptation (Executive Suite Secrets #4)

SIMON MILLER

He was mine.

Mine at last.

After all the years of pining, wishing, praying, scheming, Pierce Sutton finally belonged to me.

The idea that he had to do anything to win my heart or soothe my ego or even prove that he was worthy of me was absolutely ridiculous. He’d won my heart and proved he was worthy years ago with a hundred tiny kindnesses.

That didn’t mean I didn’t love the sanctuary he’d created for me.

It stole my breath away. He saw me. Truly, completely saw me, and he embraced me rather than running away.

He understood not only the importance of music in my life, but how I needed a place to escape where I could shut out the rest of the world.

Well, all the world except for him.

There was no need to escape Pierce.

I kissed him deeply, my fingers threading through the silky strands of his hair while his hands dug into my back and twisted in my shirt, pulling me in as close as humanly possible.

My blood turned into liquid fire coursing through my veins, and my kisses grew hungrier.

We’d been apart for days. Kissing would not be enough.

“Maybe we should test out the sturdiness of the sofa,” I suggested after nibbling on Pierce’s bottom lip.

“Nope.”

I opened my mouth to argue that this was the perfect chance, but Pierce stepped out of our tight embrace and bent.

In the blink of an eye, the entire world flipped upside down as Pierce tossed me over his shoulder.

A squeal of surprise broke from my lips as my man turned around and marched out of my sanctuary and headed up the stairs.

“What the hell! Don’t you dare hurt yourself before I get to have my fun!”

Pierce smacked my ass. “Be still, or we’ll both go backward down the stairs.”

That got me to lie still on his shoulder. Of course, I had an excellent view of his tight ass as he climbed the stairs in his slacks. I ran my hands across those two cheeks, admiring the feel of those taut muscles as they moved, earning myself a low chuckle.

By the time we’d reached the bedroom and Pierce had kicked the door shut with his foot, I was hornier than I had been in the music room.

Pierce dropped me on the mattress with a bounce, and for a breath I could only lie there, admiring how powerful he looked as he jerked off his tie and attacked his shirt.

Tendons danced in those sexy hands, deftly sliding each button out of its prison to reveal more and more of his chest.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I asked. One hand dropped to massage my aching cock through my pants. “Tall, dark, and so fucking dreamy. If I had known you were going to be so much hotter as an adult than you were at twenty, I would have jerked off a lot more as a teenager.”

Pierce’s talented fingers faltered, and he tossed his head back, laughing deeply.

I loved that too. Since returning from North Carolina with his friends, his smile felt a little freer with me.

Earlier, that comment would have earned a warning glare.

Today, he laughed like I wasn’t one hundred percent serious.

I was. My tissue consumption would have gone through the roof.

No sock would have been safe as I’d daydreamed of the handsome man in front of me.

As he dropped his shirt and T-shirt on the floor, Pierce toed out of his shoes. His hands moved to his belt, and one seductive eyebrow lifted. “Are you going to get undressed, or is that my job?”

He was right. I could let him tackle my clothes, but it would mean waiting that much longer to have my bare skin touching his.

Jumping up, I pulled my sweater off. “I was enjoying the scenery.” My words came out muffled under the thick fabric.

The moment my head popped out of the sweater and I held it aloft, Pierce struck.

He lunged, scooping me up under my legs and shoving me into the mattress.

My yelp turned into a moan as that wicked mouth opened over my cock, sending his hot breath through my pants to tease me in the most delicious way.

He slid my legs onto his shoulders and continued mouthing my dick through my pants as his hands moved up to pluck at the belt and button.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I groaned as the heat raced through me. Such perfect torture. So close.

Pierce lifted when my pants were open, and he stepped away to remove my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.

I was left with only a thin T-shirt I’d been wearing under my sweater, but it was forgotten completely as he turned those dark eyes on me.

His stare was unwavering from my face as he kissed his way down the inside of my leg.

A whimper broke from my throat as he placed my legs on his shoulders again and braced his hands on either side of my hips.

He paused, that fiery gaze devouring me as he lowered his head to lick a long, slow stripe up my dick.

The moan that tumbled out of me came from the very bottom of my soul. I would never survive this. No one had ever turned me on so completely, leaving me so that I was practically trembling on the edge of coming, and we’d just gotten started.

That wicked tongue swirled around the head of my cock before he took it into his mouth. He licked and sucked the tip, tonguing the slit until I was babbling nonsense.

“Pierce! Suck it, Pierce!” I sobbed, unable to take the torture a second longer.

Thankfully, he gave in and took my dick in my mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. His lips tightened on the root while the flat of his tongue caressed the length.

Oh, fuck. I was gonna die. This was going to kill me. I didn’t care. It was the very best way to go. My entire body was tight and tingling. I couldn’t lie still. Needed to move.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I thrust into his mouth, moving in and out so that I was fucking his perfect face. Pierce groaned, and a look of pure pleasure washed over his features. I almost lost it right then. I wanted to come down his throat, to have him swallow every bit of me.

Pierce must have had the same thought, because he picked up the pace of his bobbing on my dick. My orgasm prickled and ate at my self-control, threatening to break free. A needy sound cracked from my throat, and I tried to pull him off.

“I’m close. Too close,” I warned, but Pierce grunted and doubled his efforts, sucking harder and moving faster. “I-I can’t?—”

But it was too late. The orgasm scorched through me in a flash, burning me so that my toes curled in the sheets and the world turned white. I shouted Pierce’s name, lost to the blinding ecstasy as I poured myself into his mouth.

As my orgasm subsided, Pierce licked my cock clean and allowed it to slide from his swollen lips. A shiver ran through me, my entire body sated and so very sensitive. That devil stood above me, that wicked tongue sweeping across his lips as if checking to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.

“That was the overture,” Pierce announced, his voice rough and husky. Even though I had come, that voice sent a chill through me and stoked my libido back to life.

He turned away to dig into the top drawer of his nightstand.

He tossed a bottle of lube and a condom to the bed before taking a moment to shuck the last of his clothes.

When he crawled into bed with me, he was naked.

Only one lamp burned in the room, and now the warm light and thin shadows caressed his muscular body.

Even after all these years, he remained lean and hard, as if he had never stopped his training from college.

My eyes followed the dark dusting of hair across his pecs to the thin trail that led to his hard cock. Everything about him was perfect, and he was now all mine. No one else would ever touch him. But then, no one would ever treasure him like I did.

Pierce stretched out alongside me, and I turned toward him.

We kissed leisurely, and I could taste myself on his tongue.

Our hands bumped in our rush to touch each other.

His strong fingers dug into my muscles, pulling me tight against him.

His cock was rock hard and hot, pushing into my abdomen.

I tried to caress him, but he caught my hand and held it above my head.

“Hey! That’s not fair,” I grumbled.

I could feel him smiling as he replied, “I’m too close, and I don’t have the recovery time you do. A drawback of being an old man. Can you still love me?”

“I will never stop loving you.”

“Good, because I plan to be deep inside you when I come.”

Yep, couldn’t argue with that.

Pierce pulled my T-shirt off and tossed it aside.

We kissed lazily, touching and rubbing each other, simply enjoying the feel of our skin pressed together.

For once, there was no frantic race to the end, no fear that Pierce would come to his senses and stop what we were doing.

This was where we both wanted to be, and no one was going to get in our way.

When my cock woke up for round two, Pierce picked up the lube and began playing with my hole, stretching it while I lay with my leg on his hip and my lips on his throat. I whimpered and sighed in his ear, begging for more with each thrust.

“Grab the condom,” Pierce ordered, his voice tight as if he were struggling to hold it together.

I twisted away from him, my hands desperately patting the mattress until I finally located the little square.

“Put it on me.”

Oh fuck, brain cells were dying in the name of horniness. Was it wrong that I loved each time Pierce got bossy? No. No, it was not.

With trembling fingers, I ripped the package and plucked out the condom. I placed it on the engorged head and rolled it down his thick length. As soon as the condom was on, Pierce squeezed some lube onto his dick and looked at me. “Spread it.”