Page 107 of Wreck Me

But the game isn't over yet.

In fact, it’s far from over.

His right hand reaches for his belt, and within seconds his huge cock springs free. It’s magnificent. ‘Sit on my cock, Scarlett.’ He grips the base of it and pumps it until the head is glistening.

‘I’m not supposed to.’ I glance at the door again. I’m enjoying our game too much for it to be over yet. ‘What if someone walks in?’

His eyes darken with delight. ‘If they walk in, they’ll have to watch, and we both know what that does to you.’

Hot, potent desire strikes my stomach.

‘I have a good mind to call those two security guards in here right now to see you like this, naked and dripping– a fucking vision.’

I glance at the door once more. It’s one thing having strangers in the distance watch us on a private yacht in Paris, and entirely another to let the staff observe at close quarters. He wouldn't, would he?

‘The problem is, if they saw this vision,’ his hand gestures to my breasts, where my nipples are like bullets and a hot need is building in my core again, ‘they’d want to touch you. And I refuse to share.’ His fingers dance over the arm of the chair again. ‘How about we make sure they hear you, instead?’

James Beckett knows exactly what to say to turn me on.

I step forwards and lower myself into his lap until I’m straddling him, a leg draped over each arm of the chair so we both have a clear view as his tip rests at my entrance.

‘Just an inch.’ I eye him.

His jaw clenches. ‘Fine. Just an inch,’ he agrees, his pupils are enormous as they glint through the dimness. He nudges inside me, then stills.

‘There’s your inch,’ he says defiantly. ‘How does it feel?’

‘It feels like more,’ I admit, clenching around his cock.

He grins. ‘That’s my greedy girl.’ He pushes in another inch. ‘You love my cock, Scarlett, don’t you?’

‘I adore it.’

‘Good, because it’s the only one you’re ever going to feel inside you.’ His fingers trail up my torso and cup my breasts, squeezing and weighing them in his hands.

His words are my undoing. He is the only man I’ve ever wanted inside of me.

I swallow thickly. I can’t hold on anymore. Can’t play this game a second longer. I need him.

‘Game’s over,’ I whisper, attempting to wriggle further down his length, but he halts me, dropping his hands to my hips.

‘Game’s not over, Scarlett. Not until I say so.’ He flashes me a wolfish smile. ‘You might have started it, but I’m going to finish it.’

‘What have I done?’ I groan, but his teasing only serves to soak me further.

‘It’s your turn to persuade me to have sex with you,’ he says.

‘But technically, you already are.’ I clench his tip in demonstration.

‘Scarlett, if you’re going to be part of the Beckett Enterprise, you need to think more ruthlessly.’ His fingers sweep from my hips to my stomach and lower. His thumb gently swipes over my clit.

‘Ruthlessly,’ I repeat, barely able to see straight with lust, the promise of intense, addictive, carnal pleasure goading me on the horizon, just millimetres out of my reach.

‘Ask yourself what the other person wants. Then decide if you’re willing to give it to them, in order to get what youwant.’ Amusement glimmers in James's eyes, as he watches on while he wrecks me.

‘What do you want?’ I pant.

‘I want you to marry me.’ His thumb stills to a stop, and he reaches into his jacket pocket. An enormous solitaire glitters in the palm of his hand. ‘Marry me, Scarlett, and I’ll give you every inch of me. Everything that I am. Everything that I own. Just say yes.’

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