Page 24 of The Art of Deception

Suddenly, her hands snake down from my neck, skimming over my arms as she slides in under them and her fingers tickle the hem of my tank top. I smirk against her mouth as she starts to lift my top. I break my mouth from hers, lifting my hands in the air, and let her pull it free from my body. Her eyes shift to my bare chest. It’s not like she hasn’t seen it before. She’s workedon me for countless hours tattooing my skin, but it is like it’s the first time she’s truly been able to admire me without it being a workplace infraction. Her lips turn up as her hand slowly glides down the center of my stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of my defined abs as she gnaws on her bottom lip.

“You’re stunning,” she murmurs.

I chuckle, bringing my hand up to caress her cheek. “You should see how I view you.”

Her long, thick lashes blink as she glances up at me through them, her gorgeous green eyes staring right at me, sending a shockwave straight to my impatient cock.

“Turn around,” I demand, my voice low and husky.

Her breath catches in her throat as she gulps, then gently turns, kicking off her shoes.

My hands slide sensually up her arms. Goose bumps litter her skin as I trail my fingers up to her shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze. I lean in behind her, just enough so she can feel my erection pressing into her ass, while I grab the zipper on the side of her dress and slowly, tantalizingly slowly, pull it down.

Her arm moves up to wrap around the back of my neck, giving me easier access to the zipper and aiding in pulling me closer to her. My lips dip down to her bare shoulder as I press my mouth to her burning skin. The only noise in the room is her heavy breathing and the slow descent of the zipper.

The atmosphere in the room is electro-charged with energy—the lust surging through the air is setting this place on fire as I move my hand up and gently slide the edge of the shoulder strap off her skin. It falls easily, and I repeat the process with the other side as she drops her arm from around my neck, letting her dress fall to the floor at her feet.

My cock jerks in my pants, seeing the vision before me, her ass pert and round in a red lacy thong and matching red strapless bra. A low growl erupts from my chest as I grab andspin her to face me. Her ample breasts are pushed up and perfect. I lean down, kissing above her chest as my hands snake out around her back, fumbling for the bra clip. With one hand, I unclip it, and the red bra falls like a scrap to the floor, freeing her perfect fucking nipples.

I’m not sure I can hold on much longer.

“Goddamn, you’re killing me, Tomi.” I groan, making her laugh angelically.

Little devil.

Her hands come out, snaking down to grab at my belt buckle. She frantically undoes it while her lips come in to kiss mine again. She kisses me while my hand can’t control itself and caresses her breast. She feels like fucking heaven, but she has no idea I’m her hell.

Her hands make quick work of my belt as she opens the buckle, and then her fingers fumble with my button and zipper as we kiss passionately. She unzips me, which is hard, with my cock pressing like a greedy fucker needing attention to escape its confines. When she does, my cock springs free, and my jeans fall to the floor. I kick off my shoes as she breaks free from me, taking a step back and admiring my length.

I smirk.

She’s always so inquisitive,my girl.

Tomi raises her brow, glancing back up at me. “You’re exactly what I was expecting. Perfect.”

I reach forward, grabbing her tightly and spinning her toward the bed. She giggles as we collapse on the mattress. I roll her onto her back, me on top of her as I pin her to the bed. She smiles up at me with adoration in her eyes, and I love it.

I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. A jolt, that spark ignites inside of me as I start to move. She squirms. She’s just as needy as I am. So, I wriggle my way down her body while she stays at the top of the bed. I slide in between her legs as she spreads themwide for me.

I nuzzle into position as she glances down at me, that red bandana still in her hair as gorgeous as ever. “You fond of these panties?” I ask with a grin.

“If you rip them, I’ll—”

I rip them on the side of her leg, making her moan out her disapproval.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to buy new ones then, won’t I?”

She giggles as I rip the other side and slide them off her.

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes as I lean down, kissing along the top of her pussy. She writhes against my movement, but I continue as my tongue sneaks out and flicks against her clit. Tomi arches up off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets as she whimpers. I love how responsive she is to me.I flick her clit again as I bring my hand down and massage the side of her thigh, moving my fingers closer to her pussy.

Tomi moans lightly under her breath. I know she’s trying to keep quiet so we don’t wake Levi.

I slide a finger gently inside her, using her juices to work her up. My skin slickens in sweat already from simply how good she tastes. She’s sweet and salty, and it’s making it so hard for me to control myself, but I need to work her up first. My main priority is to make sure that Tomi is satisfied.

Her needs will always come first.

Always.

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