Page 49 of Pleasure Payback

‘I was going to listen to music, enjoy the champagne and canapés. I may or may not have had a reading of E. E. Cummings in mind. Then I was going to relish this chaise for a while before moving on to other things.’

‘What other things?’ he demanded gruffly.

I bit the corner of my lip, hesitant to reveal my private fantasy. I didn’t plan on telling him that most of them had revolved around him so I made it up on the fly. ‘I had every intention of using a few of my toys to make myself come. But now you’re here...you get to participate. But first...’

Eyes blazing with carnal heat hooked on mine. ‘Hmm?’

‘I want you to kiss me, Damian.’

He didn’t need a second invitation.

Hot, demanding lips fused with mine, his tongue breaching my mouth to slick erotically against mine. There was an edgy hunger to his kiss as he gorged on me. I started to reach for him but paused. There was something decadent and arousing about delaying the gratification of putting my hands on him.

But that didn’t stop me from digging my heels in the seat, raising myself up and shamelessly rubbing my body against his. One arm banded my waist, effortlessly holding me against his rock-hard body as we simulated everything we intended to do to each other.

Heat exploded in my pelvis as my hips ground against his. He groaned against my mouth. ‘God, you taste so incredible.’

Sharp teeth nipped the corner of my mouth then licked it until I was moaning. He drew away and stared down at me for a terse little stretch before swooping down to plant hard, urgent kisses along my throat to the tops of my breasts.

He levered up again, his eyes devouring me as his fingers moved determinedly to the corset fastening. With a hungry growl, he hooked his fingers into the cleavage and scooped out my breasts.

‘I’m not going to take this off. You look way too sexy in it, so I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it,’ he said, his eyes latching onto my tightly furled nipples.

The need to touch him grew unbearable. I started to reach for him but he stopped me. ‘Stay there for another minute.’

‘Why?’

He flashed me a surprisingly pleading look. ‘I can barely think straight right now, darling. I want this to last a little longer before things get a little too...crazy. I still have fucking blue balls from last night.’

I mock-pouted and shamelessly arched my back. ‘Aww, poor you.’

‘Are you enjoying your torture, Neve?’

I smiled a wickedly feminine smile. ‘You’re not allowed to ask me that.’

One eyebrow lifted. ‘Another rule?’

‘Yes.’

His head dipped to my cleavage and my smile disappeared. Eyes fixed on me, Damian drew the flat of his tongue over one nipple in a slow, decadent lick that lit a fuse in my pelvis.

Before I could catch my breath, his fingers moved to my untended breast and caught the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger.

And the real magic began.

He teased and licked and tortured until my heart threatened to beat itself into exhaustion. My fingers were digging into the delicate fabric of the chaise and I didn’t even care. With my body exposed so blatantly to him, letting him feast on me fed my pleasure in a way I’d never imagined. Perhaps it was the room and the fantasy.

No. It was all of thatplusthis man who was delivering the kind of pleasure I’d never known with any other. He bit down on one nipple, causing the tiniest explosion between my thighs.

‘Oh, God.’

Hazel eyes blazed with ferocious intent as he blatantly absorbed my pleasure, his tongue flicking in rapid succession over my heated flesh. ‘Good?’

My head bobbed eagerly. ‘Yes. More.’

A very satisfied, very male smile tugged at his lips and he delivered pleasure for another minute before withdrawing.

Sitting back on his heels, he curled his fingers into my French knickers and dragged them down my thighs. His gaze latched onto the trimmed hair between my legs, then darted up to my face as he tossed the panties over his shoulder. ‘Are you glad I came, Neve?’

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