Page 73 of The Prize
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“All in good time,” he said darkly as he slid his fingers out and found my clit and strummed.
Squeezing my eyes shut I concentrated on not coming.
I leaned forward over the desk with my bum in the air and my head low and my arms outstretched, my hair spilling before me. My heart soared with this sense he was proving he could protect me. A quick glance back and I saw him kneeling close. This was his show of power, his careful manipulation to let me feel safe as he repositioned my thighs—a jolt of pleasure as his mouth met my sex and he devoured me, suckling my clit and sending me into an erotic trance where all thoughts dissipated and all I knew was this serenity, forgetting time and place, forgetting everything...
He rose to his feet and spun me around and sat me on the edge of the desk and I watched him free himself. The vision of his cock rising out of dark blond curls was mesmerizing and he tapped my sex with it and then buried himself deep inside me, beginning a leisurely pace of fucking me into submission; his steely gaze locked on mine.
I leaned back until I was lying on the desk and reached low to touch myself but he grabbed my wrists and held them together with his left hand, and with his right he gave me what I yearned for and played with my clit, thrumming furiously in time with his thrusts. My spine arched, my orgasm capturing me and stealing me away for what felt like forever, body rigid and my sex massaging him with forceful spasms, rocking against him through waves of ecstasy as my moans echoed around us.
I was consumed by him entirely.
When his heat shot into me I flung my thighs around him, pulled him down onto me and buried my face into the crook of his neck. I gripped him and fell into a place where it was easy to forget.
“Zara.” His voice stirred me back to consciousness and I opened my eyes to see him wiping me down there with a tissue in an intimate act of tenderness.
He walked away, strolled toward the window and peered out.
I pushed myself onto my elbows. “Are they here?”
“How do you feel?”
“Relaxed.” Invigorated actually, my body tingling from my postclimax buzz. “How about you?”
“I’m displeased that someone’s disrupting my time with you.” Tobias reached for my panties and slid them partway. “Up.”
I raised my hips as he finished sliding my underwear back on. He smiled as he leaned in, tugging aside my panties to suckle my clit. “I will be thirsty for you for the rest of my life, Leighton.” He kissed me there, sending ripples of arousal.
I froze midlift and let him lavish his tongue along me again. I felt the loss of him too severely when he stepped back, and my sex throbbed exquisitely as though we still had time for his teasing.
“Are they here?” I managed breathlessly.
He repositioned my panties and pulled my skirt down. “Yes.”
A jolt of fear caught in my throat.
Someone was banging on the front door downstairs.
I stared at Tobias, in awe of his eerie calmness. “What happens now?”
He helped me off the desk. I straightened my clothes and shrugged into my Chanel jacket. He grabbed his jacket and led me out and along a hallway all the way to a dead end.
Tobias’s thumb slid along the screen of his phone and he went into settings. “I turn the GPS off.”
I could hear the door giving way downstairs and footsteps heading fast our way.
“Time to lose them.” Wilder was playing a deadly game.
“Why did you lure them here?”
“If they fail to catch us this will frustrate Eli Burell and he’ll personally try to find us himself. Without him at our meeting our ruse is useless.”
“How do you know Eli isn’t here?”
“Coops is tracking him.”
“Of course he is.” I kept the dread out of my tone.
