say.
“I seem to remember fucking your mouth, too.” His voice was low, nearly a growl. His finger moved over her lips before pushing into her mouth. Wishing it was his cock instead of a finger, she sucked him with an intensity she hoped would inspire him to drop his pants. “Maybe I’ll book a room there for Friday. We can do a replay of that night.”
That was the best idea she’d heard all day and the fact Alec had stopped brooding about her job change was like a heaping dollop of whipped cream on a triple chocolate brownie.
Hmmm … whipped cream … maybe Alec had some in his fridge.
“Why wait until Friday?” she asked, her hand going for his belt. “We could replay it right here.” Possible with whipped cream.
He gripped her hand, preventing her from opening his pants. “Tempting, but I already have plans for tonight.”
She hoped those plans included her, naked. “Do you?” she asked.
“I do.” Moving his hand to her wrist, and his other hand gripping her other wrist, he nuzzled her hair, a deep moan vibrating against her skin as he kissed her neck. “I’m going to tie you up, Jenna. Your wrists, your ankles. And when you’re spread open for me, I’m going to feast on every inch of you.”
Her entire body quivered and she was pretty sure that little cry came from her throat. Alec laughed as he released her wrists and stepped away, leaving her desperate for his touch and everything he promised.
“Dinner first,” he announced, returning to the stove.
“I hate you,” she muttered, eliciting another chuckle from him.
“It’s only fair, you left me alone for the past two nights.”
Yeah, because the last two nights had been an absolute joy for her. “I’m going to grab a shower,” she informed him. She hadn’t been able to wash away the grubby feeling she’d gotten from cleaning her new office.
“Don’t bother getting dressed when you get out. I want you naked during dinner.”
Great, she thought. Not only was he going to kill her with anticipation, but he was going to enjoy every last second of it.
~ ~ ~
Alec wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive dinner with Jenna naked at his table, but he’d somehow found the willpower to keep his hands off her. That didn’t mean he let her keep her hands off herself. He was feeling particularly cruel tonight, forcing her to finger-fuck herself until she came before he’d give her a fork to eat with.
It had been painful to watch, his cock practically busting out of his pants like a fire-breathing dragon, desperate to taste its prey. But he’d kept a tight lid on his control because the show was more than worth the anguish.
Now, as he tightened the silk straps around her wrists, he had a sudden change of plans. No way could he feast on her with his cock ready to explode.
“Sit up,” he demanded, not missing the quirk of her mouth.
She scooted back and managed to get upright, gripping the silk straps to give her a little leverage. He straddled her thighs, dangling his aching length in front of her mouth. He preferred to have her on her knees in front of him, but since she was already partially tied to the bed posts and he wasn’t willing to untie her, their options were limited.
“Make me come, Jenna.”
Licking her lips as she bent forward, her gaze was locked on his cock. She licked the underside first, making his erection jump as if begging for more. Her tongue was warm as it skimmed along the thick vein, snaking around the tip before disappearing back inside her mouth. She looked up at him then, a sexy little smile stretching those fantastic lips.
Jenna held his gaze as her mouth slid over him. Fuck, she was so hot and wet. If there was any blood left anywhere in his body, it all rushed in that moment to his cock. His hips jerked in response, his hands weaving in to her hair. Ever since she’d mentioned that damn hotel, he’d been aching to fuck her mouth. His last bit of control snapped, his hips moving on their
“I seem to remember fucking your mouth, too.” His voice was low, nearly a growl. His finger moved over her lips before pushing into her mouth. Wishing it was his cock instead of a finger, she sucked him with an intensity she hoped would inspire him to drop his pants. “Maybe I’ll book a room there for Friday. We can do a replay of that night.”
That was the best idea she’d heard all day and the fact Alec had stopped brooding about her job change was like a heaping dollop of whipped cream on a triple chocolate brownie.
Hmmm … whipped cream … maybe Alec had some in his fridge.
“Why wait until Friday?” she asked, her hand going for his belt. “We could replay it right here.” Possible with whipped cream.
He gripped her hand, preventing her from opening his pants. “Tempting, but I already have plans for tonight.”
She hoped those plans included her, naked. “Do you?” she asked.
“I do.” Moving his hand to her wrist, and his other hand gripping her other wrist, he nuzzled her hair, a deep moan vibrating against her skin as he kissed her neck. “I’m going to tie you up, Jenna. Your wrists, your ankles. And when you’re spread open for me, I’m going to feast on every inch of you.”
Her entire body quivered and she was pretty sure that little cry came from her throat. Alec laughed as he released her wrists and stepped away, leaving her desperate for his touch and everything he promised.
“Dinner first,” he announced, returning to the stove.
“I hate you,” she muttered, eliciting another chuckle from him.
“It’s only fair, you left me alone for the past two nights.”
Yeah, because the last two nights had been an absolute joy for her. “I’m going to grab a shower,” she informed him. She hadn’t been able to wash away the grubby feeling she’d gotten from cleaning her new office.
“Don’t bother getting dressed when you get out. I want you naked during dinner.”
Great, she thought. Not only was he going to kill her with anticipation, but he was going to enjoy every last second of it.
~ ~ ~
Alec wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive dinner with Jenna naked at his table, but he’d somehow found the willpower to keep his hands off her. That didn’t mean he let her keep her hands off herself. He was feeling particularly cruel tonight, forcing her to finger-fuck herself until she came before he’d give her a fork to eat with.
It had been painful to watch, his cock practically busting out of his pants like a fire-breathing dragon, desperate to taste its prey. But he’d kept a tight lid on his control because the show was more than worth the anguish.
Now, as he tightened the silk straps around her wrists, he had a sudden change of plans. No way could he feast on her with his cock ready to explode.
“Sit up,” he demanded, not missing the quirk of her mouth.
She scooted back and managed to get upright, gripping the silk straps to give her a little leverage. He straddled her thighs, dangling his aching length in front of her mouth. He preferred to have her on her knees in front of him, but since she was already partially tied to the bed posts and he wasn’t willing to untie her, their options were limited.
“Make me come, Jenna.”
Licking her lips as she bent forward, her gaze was locked on his cock. She licked the underside first, making his erection jump as if begging for more. Her tongue was warm as it skimmed along the thick vein, snaking around the tip before disappearing back inside her mouth. She looked up at him then, a sexy little smile stretching those fantastic lips.
Jenna held his gaze as her mouth slid over him. Fuck, she was so hot and wet. If there was any blood left anywhere in his body, it all rushed in that moment to his cock. His hips jerked in response, his hands weaving in to her hair. Ever since she’d mentioned that damn hotel, he’d been aching to fuck her mouth. His last bit of control snapped, his hips moving on their
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