Page 38 of Seduce

“Okay.” Tessa rocked back onto her knees, stripped off her shirt, and reached for her bra.

“Leave the bra on,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”

His dick stiffened at her words.

Tessa scooted around, sat between his legs, and leaned back.

Oh, yes. This was good. He had access to her breasts, and when she was ready, he’d slip his hands down her pants and find her pussy.

“Close your eyes,” he said, his lips next to her ear. Her lashes fluttered down. “I wanted to play with these beauties tonight at the club.” He kept his tone low as his palms cupped her fabric-clad breasts. “I felt them pressing against my chest that night as we danced. So full and firm.”

A small tremor shook her body as he brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples beneath the lace. Good, she reacted to his words and his voice. He didn’t want her to zone out again, so he kept his tone low and even, avoiding the husky deep voice he used when in a scene.

Lightning flashed, and Tessa jumped.

“Easy, sweetie. The storm can’t touch you here in my arms.” He found the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. She drew in a sharp breath and let it out.

“So beautiful.” And they were. “Your skin is flushing, and your nipples are hard.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” He circled her areola with his finger, not touching the nipple.

“Damon…Sir…please touch me.”

He flicked her right hardened peak with his nail.

Her neck arched as she moaned.

Then he did the same to her left one. Another moan.

Damon lifted his hand to her chin and tilted her head back. He took her lips with his as he pinched her nipples.

Her cry of surprise was swallowed by his kiss, but she didn’t pull away; instead, she pushed her breasts into his hands. Yes, they were going to have fun tonight.

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Tessa wondered if the storm outside had invaded her body. Her skin was alive with tingles spreading over her when Damon touched her. When he pinched her nipples, her stomach turned over with butterflies, and she cried out into his mouth, not in pain, but in surprise and pleasure.

She shifted between his legs as her pussy throbbed while he continued to kiss her and play with her breasts, his touch alternating from soft to rough. And her body ate it up. She hadn’t expected all this heat sweeping through her. Not at all.

Her body had never responded like this to any man. Damon’s touch called to her, caused her body to go up like a furnace, and she was going to answer. She wanted more from him. She tore her lips from his.

“More, Damon,” she whispered.

“No topping from the bottom.” He nipped at her lips.

She groaned. “Please…Sir.” She needed more.

“Let’s see.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“Oh yes, Sir.”

Her tummy quivered as he slid his one hand down over her abs, then to the waistband of her jeans. Aw shit, she was still wearing her jeans and shoes. She wanted them off; she wanted to feel his skin against hers.

Damon cupped her mound. She moaned. “Let me get these jeans off,” she whispered.

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