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“That’s better.”

“Now this…” I reach up to her hair, feeling for pins and sliding them out, one by one.

“What are you doing?” Her voice goes louder, and her hands catch mine as her thick blonde waves fall all around her shoulders.

“Much better.”

“Remind me… You said this isn’t about sleeping together?” Her eyes flash as she pushes her hair back, and I catch her face.

Using my thumb, I tug her bottom lip down. “I said if I wanted to have sex with you, I would.”

Heat moves through my pelvis, centering in my cock, which is hard and aching. I’m tired of playing games with her. I unbutton the top three buttons on my dress shirt and pull it over my head. Her eyes widen at my bare chest and her bottom lip slips between her teeth.

It’s fucking hot.

“I can’t.” She whispers a weak protest.

“Do you want me to stop?” My eyes hold hers, level and determined. “I’m calling bullshit if you say yes.”

Her throat moves with a swallow. I imagine the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and it makes me harder.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” I step closer and heat sparks between us.

She reaches out and puts her palm flat against my bare chest. My fingers thread in the side of her hair, lifting it off her shoulder.

“Tell me the truth.” My voice is stern. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.” Her eyes flutter up to mine, heavy with desire. “I want it.”





9





Emmy


Stephen shoves our dinner aside with his arm and lifts me off the stool onto the bar. His hands are under my skirt, and he grasps the sides of my thong, ripping it off in a rough snatch.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp, and his face returns to mine.

He’s the same, so fucking beautiful—his torso lined, his muscles lean. I want to run my tongue all over his body. Dark blue eyes watch me, following the path of his fingers along my neck, into the side of my hair. They close in a fist, pulling it so my eyes water.

“Ow,” I whisper, but his mouth is on mine, swallowing my voice in the same, ravenous, devouring kiss—pulling my lips with his, tracing my tongue, sucking, biting.

He moves to my jaw and nips my skin, moving higher into my hair before speaking in a hot whisper in my ear. “Lie back.”

My nipples are hard beneath my dress, and energy swirls up my thighs to my core. I’m hot and wet, and this is insane.

“Stephen…” My voice cracks, and he catches my eyes again.

His are fire, and I melt beneath them, doing what he says. The hard granite is cold against my back, but I don’t have time to care. He shoves my skirt up, over my hips, and covers my pussy with his mouth, licking and sucking me fast and hungry as electricity races through my legs.

“Oh… oh, God!” My back arches off the stone. His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer to his mouth, and he circles my clit with his tongue.

His cheek scuffs my hypersensitive inner thighs, and I rock my hips against his face like I haven’t had an orgasm in ages. Stephen’s eating me out like I’m a chocolate soufflé, and my hands go to his hair, pulling, pushing. I moan loudly when his thumb presses inside me.

“You’re so wet.” He kisses the crease of my thigh, tracing his tongue over the skin there.

I’m on fire, dying for more. He hovers over my sex, his hot breath on my stomach when our eyes meet. His shine with satisfaction, like he’s won a war, but I’m too helpless to care.

“Please don’t stop,” I gasp.

“I’m not.” Leaning down, our eyes hold as he slips out his tongue, sliding it flat over my clit. It’s dirty and erotic, and oh, God…

He does it again, firmer, faster, and my eyes squeeze shut. Two more times, and I cry out so loudly, I’m sure they hear me in the street. My thighs shake, my whole body shakes as I come apart, bucking, and pulling his hair. He slides his tongue over my clit again and again until I’m begging him to stop. I can’t take it anymore.

“Stephen…” My core aches.

I fumble for his shoulders, scratching his skin, needing him to fill me. In a swift move, he stands, ripping open a drawer and shoving the contents aside. I don’t understand until I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper. He rolls it on, and while I’m still throbbing, he rams into me balls deep.

“Oh, fuck.” He bends forward over me. His palm slams against the granite, and he starts to thrust, faster, deeper.

“Yes… yes!” My insides stretch for him, and I remember this sensation of total fullness. Stephen Hastings has a massive cock.

Arching my back, I rock my hips, matching his thrusts, sending him deeper. He groans and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me and putting me on his lap. He’s sitting on the padded leather stool, and we’re chest to chest. I’m straddling him, holding his broad shoulders, my hair spilling all around us. His face is at my breast, and I quickly slip my arms out of the sleeves of my dress, pushing the top down.

He helps me, pushing the lace cup of my bra aside and sucking a taut nipple into his mouth. He gives me a bite, and it’s a charge of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh, fuck.” I hiss, falling forward and tracing my tongue along the cords of muscle in his neck.