Page 26 of Mister Rival

He puts one finger over my mouth to quieten me. “Don’t ever use his name again, especially when my hands are on you.”

I swallow hard. “He didn’t like it… uh, oral.”

He frowns, and it’s so delicious I could drop to my knees right now and repay him the favor. “You’re kidding me?”

I bite my lip. “Tristan. I haven’t had sex since we broke up.”

Now it’s his turn to be surprised. “How long is that? Hasn’t it been years?”

I avoid his gaze, finding comfort in looking at his shoes instead, but in true Tristan style, he tips my chin up to meet his lust-filled gaze. “Do you know what a turn on this is? Finding outthe woman you’re secretly crushing on, and should’ve fought for years ago, hasn’t been fucked properly by a real man?”

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

He grabs my hand, then presses it against the massive bulge in his pants. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Ali. Even when we’re bickering, I want your pretty mouth on me, even when you hate me.”

I gasp at how big and how hard his length is in my palm. “I don’t hate you.”

“No?”

I shake my head. “No.” I massage his cock gently and he moans. Hearing Tristan moan sends fire shooting between my legs and my clit throbs, begging to be touched. If I don’t have him naked in the next few minutes, I’m going to peel his clothes off right here. Cameras or not.

He cups my face, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed. He’s an expert at that as well, it seems. Okay, maybe it was TMI when I confessed I haven’t had sex in a long time. But that’s something else he couldn’t possibly know about me; I love hard. And despite Gareth’s flaws and our marriage problems, I loved him. When you love someone, no matter what, cheating just isn’t an option. Which is why I never wanted to take him back, even after he begged.

One hand snakes down to my throat, and Tristan holds it there as I sink further into oblivion. He keeps moving it, his fingers trailing down the slit in my dress that he seems to love so much, the slight brush on my flesh almost makes me convulse.

His hand finally cups one breast as I clutch the back of his head, trying to get closer. I want him to peel back the fabric and suck my nipple into his mouth.

Right now, under his scorching touch, I’d let him do anything he wants.

Finally, the elevator dings and opens, but we’re still all over each other. The doors close, then open again, but Tristan is more interested in sending me to Heaven and back than to get off the damn car.

“Tris,” I breathe when the doors close again. He pulls back and I’m more than pleased to see how disheveled he is. I pull on his tie, loosening it as I grip it in my palm and lead him out of the elevator. I hear a soft chuckle behind me.

“You think you’re gonna boss me around in the bedroom, beautiful?”

I don’t even look over my shoulder. “Something tells me you might like it.”

God, I’m so not sexy! But he brings it out in me. I try not to think about getting naked in front of him. I have wobbly bits, and thighs, and my stomach isn’t flat, but something tells me Tristan doesn’t care about any of that.

“Fuck,” he mutters. We’re at his door, but he’s more interested in pushing me against it, my back to his front as he whispers dirty, dirty things in my ear.

I push my ass back against him and he groans. “Glad we got something straight tonight.”

“What’s that?” I pant.

“That I’m gonna give you your first orgasm with my tongue.”

Holy bananas. He fumbles with the fob at the door. Once. Twice. His free hand groping my breast and plucking my nipple, his cock digging into my ass as I splay myself on the door.

I snatch it from him, holding it down over the panel and it finally gives way. We tumble inside and as I turn, Tristan kicks the door closed with his foot and pulls me against him. He kisses me roughly, turning so my back is now pressed against the closed door. He shrugs out of his jacket, throwing it behind him, then he undoes his tie, leaving it loose around his collar as he undoes the top two buttons. I stand there, my breathingperilously fast, as he stares at me while he takes off each cufflink, shoves them in his pocket, and then rolls up his sleeves. Oh, boy.

It’s dark inside, and I drop my clutch onto the floor as he hitches my leg around his hip. Then we both hear the rip. I glance down. The side slit in my dress is now ripped from my thigh up to my hip. But I don’t care. I’m more invested in the sight of Tristan dropping to his knees as he hitches my dress up even higher, exposing me. I try to cover my panties, but he knocks my hands away. Thank God I wore my good underwear tonight and not my spanks.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I watch him nuzzle against my pussy.Holy mother of God.“You’re so sweet, I can see how fucking wet you are for me, baby.”

Baby?

Who’d have thought that word would spike another rush of adrenaline to my nether region, but that’s exactly what happens. I’m helpless as he spreads my legs farther apart, then pulls my panties to the side roughly and so heaven help me, he blows on my sensitive flesh.Blows!

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