Page 56 of Seven Night Stopover

His nostrils flared. Bending his head, he opened his mouth and dropped a hot, wet kiss at the top of her pussy, right above her clit. Then, keeping his eyes on her, he parted her with his fingers and rotated his chin over her throbbing nub.

She gripped a handful of hair and angled her hips, her heart racing, her whole being centered on achieving maximum friction for that pebble of need.

In one smooth move, he lifted himself off her. Her senses screeching in disbelief, she tried to lunge for him.

He caught her hands and imprisoned them above her head.

Intense blue eyes blazed down at her. “Where were you, Leia?”

“I was thinking about my mom. About her killing herself. She left me alone at a time when I needed her most. I hate that she chose to end her life that way. I’ve tried to forgive her but I don’t think I ever will. Does that make me a horrible person?” she whispered.

His eyes gentled. “It makes you human that you’ve tried. It makes you human that you feel bad about not succeeding. But it doesn’t excuse you from evading my question the first time I asked it. Total honesty at all times, Leia.”

She swallowed and tension raced over her skin. “Are you going to punish me?”

“Do you think you deserve punishment? Or are you just saying that because you think you’ll enjoy the punishment I’ll give you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Noah.”

His eyes darkened. “You mean you’ll do whatever it takes for an orgasm.”

She started to deny it, and he leaned down and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. When he released her, his displeasure hadn’t abated. “Were you about to lie to me again, Leia?”

She closed her eyes and shuddered. “Please… I need you.”

“I know. But you’ll have to wait even longer for your orgasm. That’s your punishment.”

He released her and sat back at the end of the sofa. Gloriously naked and carefree despite the huge, proud erection, he leaned back in the seat and picked up her pad.

He thumbed through a few pages. His eyes flicked to her and back to the designs she’d been working on. A different kindof tension seized her. Besides Warren and a select few on her trusted design and development team, no one had ever seen her designs. Certainly no one like Noah King, a powerful, shrewd businessman who also knew the female body inside out.

“These are incredible.” Relief burst through her only to short-circuit when he gripped his cock and began stroking it. “Are they all yours?” he asked, his voice low and deep in a way that told her he was extremely aroused.

“Y-yes.” She couldn’t take her eyes off what he was doing, what she yearned to do. His movements were slow, hypnotic. “Noah…” she started, knowing very well she would beg if that was what it took for him to see to her needs.

He ignored her, thumbed through her pad then closed it. He glanced at her and nodded at her slip. “Is that another one of your special designs?” he asked, his hand still moving up and down.

She nodded.

“Vocalize.”

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites.”

“How many do you have with you?” he rasped.

“I brought about a dozen,” she said.

“Get up.”

The weight of her want felt like a physical force pressing down on her, but she managed to stand. He opened his legs wider, inviting her to stand between them. The sight of his balls hanging full and heavy had her swallowing. She licked her lower lip and his nostrils flared. A part of her was secretly thrilled she did that to him.

“Will you model them for me?”

“Will you make me come if I do?” she whispered.

“I’ll always make you come, sweetheart. Just not at your command. Go.” This time it was less of a request and more of a demand.

She tried to move but couldn’t take her eyes off his lazy strokes, or the bead of pre-cum at the crown of his magnificent cock. Slackening her jaw, she opened her mouth and deliberately curled her tongue so he’d see the diamond stud.

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