Page 62 of Precious Legacy

“Thanks,” I murmur. “I appreciate it.”

Varo sits back on the couch just as Roman returns with drinks. He must have been watching us, because he’s wearing a smirk on his face that I really wish I could slap off. I fucking knew he planned this. Whether Varo was involved or not, he knew what he was doing.

Rolling my eyes, I take the whiskey-coke from his hand, crossing my legs before he can step between them.

He casts me a challenging look, lips curling mischievously. It’s dark and dangerous; fucking sexy. He’s always looked good in a suit, but between this little plan to get me and his best friend to make up and the look darkening his blue eyes, I’m finding it difficult to be mad at him. The thoughts running through my head won’t allow it, though, and my earlier promise echoes in my head.

“You both good?” Roman asks, glancing between us.

Standing up, I trail my palm up his chest and over his shoulder, pushing up on my tippy toes so I can whisper in his ear. “Meet me in the bathroom.”

I pull away, his eyes wide with desire and a delicious smile spreading his gorgeous lips. Judging by the way he’s looking at me, he’s not going to protest. I step past him and head to the stairs, all the while feeling his gaze following me. It’s empowering to know I can make a man like Roman lose his self-control so easily. It’s the one thing that motivates me to really thank him.Properly.

TWENTY-FOUR

As soon as the door opens, Alanis grips the lapel of my jacket and drags me inside the bathroom stall. Kicking the door closed behind me, I let our lips smash together, our bodies crashing together in desperation to get closer to one another. It seems whatever she was planning for later couldn’t wait, because she’s hungry, her hands tearing at my belt buckle as she sinks to her knees.

I grip the edge of the cubicle walls, throwing my head back as she frees my cock from my slacks and fists it slowly. “Fuck, Presh. You’rereallykilling me,” I groan. She looks like a goddess draped in silk; blood red. It’s as if she could read my thoughts when she dressed tonight. She dressed forme.

A giggle slips from her throat and I drop my head just as her tongue slides over the head of my dick. Her green eyes lock with mine and it’s like I can read her thoughts—her dirty, dirty thoughts. She strokes my shaft before adding her tongue and running it along the underside, her motions determined.

My knees wobble under the intensity of her teasing, a delicious heat crawling up my spine. All I want to do is grab her by the hair and shove my dick down her throat, but the look inher eyes tells me she wants control right now. So I just lean back against the door and let her go to town, sucking and jerking me off fervently.

Her hand cradles my balls, massaging them while her talented mouth bobs back and forth over my cock.

“Shit, baby. That feels so good.” My hand automatically finds the back of her head, guiding her further down until I hit resistance. Her hands grip my thighs, her mouth right at the base. When I look down, her eyes are watering, but there’s a glint of smugness in them. She’s fucking challenging me, competing to see which one of us will back down first, and I’ll be damned if it’s me. I could watch her choke on my cock all night. Then again, Alanis has never been a quitter, and judging from the way her eyes shimmer and lose focus, it’s going to be me that caves.

Fuck.

Tangling my hands in her hair, I yank her head back and lean down. “Defiant little shit,” I growl.

Her lips kick up in a smile, her pants coming out short and sharp as she recovers from suffocating on my cock. The challenge is still there, enough for me to slam my lips onto hers and shove my tongue exactly where my dick was just a moment ago.

She pushes to stand up, our lips still connected. Even with her killer heels she’s still shorter than me, but that’s what makes us work. It makes it easy for me to grip her by the thighs and lift her to pin her against the wall.

“Ro—” she gasps as her back hits the wall.

“Yes, Presh?” I run my tongue along the column of her neck, my hand following where I’ve licked.

“Please,” she rasps, her pulse pounding beneath my fingertips.

Her pussy is already lined up with my cock, all hot and needy, wet and desperate. She’s soaking, dripping all over me. All it would take is one thrust, but I kinda like the idea of her begging. Now that I’m in control, I can tease her just like she did me.

Sliding my cock through her slick folds, I listen to her heady whimpers and choked pleas to fuck her. It’s such a fucking turn on that I’m closer to blowing my load than she is to getting fucked, but I want to hear those words.

“Beg me,” I growl.

Her brows knit together and angry, defiant lines crease her forehead.

I run my nose along hers. “Come on, Presh.” I quirk a brow and nip at her bottom lip. “How bad do you want it?”

“I didn’t bring you in here to talk, Genovese,” she snaps. “Either fuck me or don’t.”

“But hearing you beg is such a pretty sound,” I admit with a slight groan, leaning down to lick the shell of her ear.

She shudders against me, but makes no attempt to remove herself from where she’s locked around my body. She throws her head back, giving me better access to kiss a path along her throat, sucking and biting until she’s writhing against me, searching for friction.

“I thought hearing me come was your favorite sound?”

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