Page 53 of Just This Once

“No,” she says, staring down at me with wide eyes. “We can’t do this here. I’m working.”

“You can spare me ten minutes.” She opens her mouth to argue, and I bite her upper thigh once I’ve got her tan plaid pants down around her ankles. They shouldn’t be as hot as they are, but they hug her hips and ass so nice. Plus, she’s got this tight beige turtleneck on like a librarian. And I’m so hot for it.

For her.

“Dante!” She hisses, pushing at my shoulder. “Don’t bite me.”

“Stop talking, or I’ll do it again. You want us to get caught?”

Her panties easily slip down her legs, and she grits her teeth, seething at me even as she steps out of them. “You’re going to get me fired. And then I’ll hate you forever.”

“You couldn’t.” I lick my lips, mouth watering in anticipationof her taste on my tongue. I push her leg up to my shoulder, hooking my arm around it so she’s steady.

“Dante, no. What are you?—?”

“Shh,” I murmur, my nose buried against her already damp curls. Using my thumbs, I spread her pretty pussy wide, putting her clit on full and clear display—finally—and I tilt my head back. “Let me take care of you, duchess.”

Then I kiss her.

Lick her.

Love the very center of her.

“Oh my god,” she whispers to the ceiling, bending her standing knee, and I wrap my left arm around her hip, gripping a handful of her ass to keep her upright. “Oh my god, Dante,” she whimpers, and I really might come in my pants.

I was so close last night, but hearing her say my name like this… It sends me into overdrive. My cock is already rock hard. Ever since my knees hit the floor.

It’s not like I didn’t enjoy eating pussy before, but I can’t get enough of Taryn’s.

It’s my favorite meal.

And the sounds she makes drive me wild. Like she can’t contain herself.

Except here, she has to.

It’s all the more exciting. Because it’s illicit.

Every low gasp of breath feels like she’s exhaling right on the tip of my dick, teasing it, and I need to finishheroff beforeIfinish. “You gonna come on my tongue? Let me lick up all that sweet honey?”

She arches her neck, fingers tunneling into my hair, gripping it tight enough to send another jolt of pleasure to my cock, my balls drawn up tight with the need to orgasm, and I pick up the pace, my tongue flicking against her clit as my skin flames,fighting myself. My own goddamn animal instincts to fuck this woman. Mark her. Make her mine.

The idea of her as mine draws a hum of satisfaction up my throat, and Taryn sucks in a sharp breath at the vibration, refocusing my attention on what I need to do. Make her come so fast and hard, she won’t be able to recover quick enough to tell me no. She’ll be mine.

At least, that’s what the savage part of my brain thinks.

I let go of her ass to slide my index and middle fingers inside her. She’s hot and tight, and her walls clench around them, ready for release. It brings me even closer to release too.

Every squeeze of my fingers, every tensing of her thigh, every barely audible groan is sweet torture. “I’m so close,” she whispers, tugging on my hair. “I can’t… I can’t…”

I hum against her again, louder and longer, and she finally sails past the edge, curling her lips over her teeth, swallowing her moan as she orgasms.

I can’t stop my own.

Both of us lost to this otherworldly experience.

I imagine this is close to what heaven feels like.

And I can’t even be embarrassed by the mess I’ve made in my underwear because Taryn is still riding out her orgasm as I tenderly stroke my fingers in and out of her, placing kisses on her hip, thigh, and all along her scar. When she finally blinks her eyes open, she caresses the side of my face with her hand, fingertips trailing over my temple and jaw, and before she lets go of me, I place a kiss on her palm.

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