Page 7 of The Heiress's First Date

My mother is the furthest thing from woo-woo, and my upbringing was incredibly strait-laced. But I’m done ignoring what I want, what feels good, what feels right. Alex was right earlier. I’m not done with them. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. It’s time to hold on with both hands and see where this wonderful ride takes us.

Behind me, the rustling of clothes makes my pulse skitter. I told them they were overdressed. Sounds like they’re rectifying that. There’s the snick of a zipper being tugged down. The low hum as one of them shucks their clothes, no doubt brushing their aching cock.

I thread my hands through Alex’s hair and lean closer, wanting nothing between us but sweat. “I need you.”

A low grumble travels up his throat, and he grabs my ass. “Same, Katie Bird.”

I brush along his stubble-covered jaw. My eyelids flutter as I inhale his cologne. “Mmm.” I swear I feel the blood heating as it pumps through my veins. What is in that stuff? Why does it smell like sex and sin? Why do I want to lick him?

“Take me out,” he orders, that velvety voice getting impossibly deeper.

Yes!

I lean back so I can reach between us and undo his pants. He sucks in a breath as I lower his zipper. Has he been wanting this as much as I have? Thinking of me throughout the day? I hope so.

The thought of distracting a man with so much discipline makes me feel powerful. Limitless.

“This is so much better than that stupid meeting,” he grouses.

“Right? We should boycott meetings. No more meetings,” I tease, slipping my hand inside his slacks. He’s big and hot, straining for freedom.

Alex sighs the instant I take him in hand. “You’re very convincing.”

“Luckily, you know the boss,” I say, giving him a slow pump.

His hands slide over my bare ass, keeping me in his lap. That’s all I want. To be in this bubble with him. I glance over at Gabe, then King, before returning my attention to Alex. They’re really all here. Hungry gazes, gorgeous bodies, burning me up with their attention.

“I do,” Alex agrees, a tendril of pride in his voice. “I should make that happen.”

I don’t really think that the CEO of one of the world’s biggest security firms is going to outlaw meetings, but the idea makes me grin. It’s fun to dream. It’s also fun to make him tense beneath me and hold his breath.

Sliding my thumb across the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. I watch his irises flare with desire. I want to learn everything that gives him pleasure. Every. Last. Thing.

His skin is hot and smooth as silk. “Such a handful,” I murmur.

It feels good to tease him. To bring that smile to his lips. To make him feel sexy and desired and even cherished.

“If I didn’t have meetings, I don’t know what I’d do all day,” Gabe murmurs, coming closer.

“I know what you’d do all day,” King quips, a smirk in his voice. “Or rather, who...”

I grin at him over my shoulder. “That assumes I have no meetings or work of my own.”

“Let me have my dream, babe.”

How long would their businesses survive without them? At the moment, I don’t care. Everything outside these walls is unimportant when I’m naked In Alex Hunt’s lap.

His hand closes over mine, tightening around his cock, showing me how he likes to be touched. Gah, he’s gorgeous. I need him now. No more teasing.

Leaning in, I whisper a kiss over his lips. “I want you to fill me up.”

His cock flares between my fingers, gaining more girth.

“With my cock or my cum?”

The dirty words scorch my cheeks, and I love it. They give me the freedom to be my true self and say what I’m actually thinking. No more playing it safe.

So I smirk at him and tell him the truth. “Both.”

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