Page 13 of The Sweetest Devotion

I removed my hand and frowned.

“Fine, I won’t kiss you there,” he said, almost threateningly.

His rough hand gripped my thigh and I squirmed at the feel of his hot skin on mine. His hand ascended up, disappearing under the skirt of my dress, daring to find treasure. The closer he crept upward, the more he watched for my reaction.

Closing my eyes, I gave in to the fire as I spread my legs open for him without shame.

I let out a whimper when he moved my thong to the side and stroked my clit. It had been so long since I’d been touched and I felt myself turn into pure arousal at the sensation of him.

We were alone in the building, presumably, but I didn’t want to take any chances. “Close the door and lock it.”

Keith made no move to do such a thing. He kept working his finger against my clit, driving me crazy.

“Keith.”

He worked his finger some more, and I was losing my resolve to care.

“Keith.”

He kept going, coming close to whisper, “Don’t you have any manners?”

“Please,” I whined as I felt myself rock against his hand.

Keith’s hand was gone as he stepped away to close the door and lock it.

My legs were splayed apart, my chest was rising and falling, and all I could think about was him finishing what he started.

Keith turned and assessed me where I waited for him. He didn’t look so moody anymore. The heaviness in his eyes alluded to the desire he felt for this moment as well. I wondered how he’d look when he achieved an orgasm. Would his hard mask crumble? Would he moan out my name? Swear? Become oh-so tender?

I was very curious the more I looked on as he stood away from me.

Keith reached back, gripped the neck of his tee, and in one smooth motion peeled the shirt over his head.

Shit.

I hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, but looking at this man shirtless had me ready to do itall. The ridges of his six-pack abs and the solid muscle of his pecs had me pressing my thighs together as all I could do was stare. On one shoulder blade I spotted the wordProgress, and on the other, I noted the wordPatience.

Patience was the last thing I felt as I saw all that he’d been hiding under that shirt.

He was done asking. Keith sauntered over to me, lowered himself down to his haunches, and wrapped his arms around my thighs, jerking me to the edge of the desk.

Oh.

As if he was hungry for it, he yanked my thong down and flung it elsewhere. My sex was staring him in the face and his eyes were on me, daring me to stop this while I still could. I couldn’t turn back if I wanted to. I was so wet with need.

“UGH!” I let out the ugliest cry at the feel of his tongue doing a slow sweep from my entrance to my clit. My head rolled back and my eyes twitched. His grip on my thighs tightened, I couldn’t move if I wanted to. All I could do was endure the painful bliss of his mouth on me.

I loved the way he licked me. Patiently. Eagerly. Thoroughly.

When I was close to it, he stopped, like he knew what was coming.

Keith stood and ran the back of his hand across his mouth, and it was so sexy and primal.

His hands went to his jeans and he undid his belt and zipper and let them fall. His ready erection stared back at me and I suddenly questioned my ability to take it.

The cocky look on Keith’s face as he fished out a condom from his wallet had me pumping myself up to not back down. We’d come this far, and I was too worked up, needing my orgasm high.

Leaning forward, I pulled his boxer briefs down and freed his member. Long thickness hung between his legs and it suddenly clicked that a part of his energy was pure BDE. Well-earned at that.

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