Page 52 of Ardently Yours

“Seems a little hostile for a woman expecting me to give her an orgasm.” I ease a finger inside her, and her muscles squeeze the digit. Still too tight. If I pushed my cock into her right now, it would hurt her.

Charlotte moves on my hand, trying to get more of me inside her.

“Easy, sweet Charlotte. Come on my fingers and tongue first. Then I’ll give you what you want.” I add a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her, and tongue the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

When she takes those fingers easily, I crook them inside her to find her G-spot, massaging it with every thrust.

“What is . . . ?Arden. . .”

Charlotte comes with the sound of my name hanging in the air around us, her body convulsing as she flexes around my fingers.

When she calms, I wipe my face on her inner thigh, then rise and hold her against me, my erection digging into her soft curves. My lips fall to the hollow below her ear. “That’s my girl.”

She is. If she wants to pretend that coming to me is about a single moment or a one-time deal, she can do that. But it’s a game she’s playing with herself, just like when she calls me sir. This—her in my arms—is real. We’re not going back to what we were. It’s too late for that.

“Arden,” she whispers, grinding against me, her frustration palpable. “I need you.”

“Then you have me.”

Genie in a Bottle

Charlotte

Arden guides me tostand and turns me in his arms.

I should be coming down from the sexual high, not still riding it. But I’m as desperate as I was before he gave me an orgasm.

Chest heaving beneath the crisp cotton of his shirt, he watches me like a hungry lion. But I’m not afraid to be devoured by Arden.

When I look down, my breath stutters. Tentatively, I reach out one finger and follow the path of a vein that branches up the side of his beautiful erection.

He tips his head back. “Fuck.”

I wrap my hand around him.

The game is over. No more sir and Ms. Miller. Playfulness gone, he yanks my blouse and bra off. When they’re on the floor, he fists my hair and tips my head back as he holds my gaze with burning twilight eyes.

“This is the first time. Not the only time,” he says.

I swallow.

“Promise me, Charlotte,” he grates. “Say it.”

“It’s not the last time.”

His mouth eats at mine, and his kiss tastes like he owns me. If he’d started this way, aggressive instead of playful, part of me might have gone to a very bad place.

But with my body still humming from pleasure, I’m not afraid of Arden, no matter how intense he’s gotten. I own him too. I yank blindly on his shirt, so hard that a button pings across his desk.

“Savage,” he mutters against my mouth. “I like it.”

When I push him back toward his chair, the corners of his mouth lift, and he drops down. Then he reaches to cup my butt, jerking me onto his lap to straddle him.

Arden palms my breast and dips his head to suck on one nipple after the other, his mouth sending electric sensation straight to my core.

He guides me to rise, and I position his erection at my entrance.

“You can take me, honey. Do it.”

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