Page 36 of Tempt

He shook his head.

“Have you ever fantasized about having sex in front of that window?”

He swallowed, then nodded.

“Mind if I make that a reality?”

He swept me up into his arms and marched us across the office to his desk chair. He sat down with me across his lap. “How about here?” he asked. He ran his large hand over my breast and down my stomach, then around my hip to hold me tight against his hard cock.

“Exactly what I was thinking.” I scratched my fingernails through his beard and down his bare chest, taking all of him in. His lines were so beautiful. The way his shoulders and neck tensed and moved with me in his arms… it was erotic. His chest and abs were sculpted and lean—so much fun to touch. I traced the edges of his tattoo. It was becoming a ritual of mine each time I undressed him.

Apparently I was fun to touch, too. He used my dress as foreplay, teasing my nipples and lightly caressing each inch of my body until I was panting. There were no buttons or zippers on my dress for Theo to toy with, so he inched my skirt up until he reached the apex of my thighs. “What are you wearing today?”

“They are pink and black and very tiny.”

He groaned. “You know some men think it’s hot when women don’t wear anything, but I quite love picturing you in your knickers.” He lightly massaged my clit, then slid his hand underneath the fabric and sucked in a breath. “And I like imagining how wet they are even more.”

“You know what I like?” I whispered.

He slipped a finger inside. “What?”

“When you take them off,” I said.

“Then by all means,” he growled, “let me deprive you of your panties.”

And suddenly I was standing in front of him with all of London laid out before me. It really was an incredible sight with all those twinkling lights going on forever.

When we were together like this, Theo left the world behind and concentrated solely on me. I could see how much his work consumed him. It was literally everywhere around us. There was no missing how much of his heart and mind it possessed. But it was also torturing him. He was frustrated and exhausted. He needed to relax.

He slowly removed my panties, taking care not to catch them on my heels, then slid my dress up until it billowed at my hips. A moment later we were both naked and I was crawling onto his lap, my knees buried into the soft leather at the back of his large desk chair, hovering above his sheathed and twitching cock.

“Wait,” he murmured holding up a finger. I paused and watched with wild fascination as he took that finger and played with me. Played like I was an instrument in his hands. The sounds coming out of me were certainly musical and surprising. The way he slowly tantalized me, curling his finger, swirling it, reaching deeper until I thought I’d lose my mind without his cock.

This was what fascinated me so much—the way we connected. Theo didn’t always know what I wanted or how to give it to me, but he sure as hell dedicated himself to figuring it out. With care and focus. One finger and caress at a time.

And that connection wasn’t just his finger inside me, it was also his eyes. His dark, intense eyes. They studied me, drank me in, and made me feel like the most beautiful woman who ever lived. At least to Theo. His gaze never stopped in one spot. He took the opportunity to appreciate everything, including the way his touch made me lose control.

His finger pressed against the front of me from the inside. A slow, circular touch, all while he looked deep into my eyes, searching for my response.

I gave it to him. My moans of appreciation were one thing, but the quiver and quake of my core pulsing around that finger were something else—a natural reaction to being pleasured from the inside out.

My legs were shaking by the time he pulled his fingers away and put his hands on my hips, leaving me empty and ready. He held me up, guiding me as I sank down onto his shaft. I took him in slowly, trusting him to keep me balanced above him. His fingers dug into my hips as I began to rock. We took our time, drawing it out until he finally filled me completely.

I savored every inch, expanding around him and enjoying the exquisite feeling of being connected to Theo. I’d become used to the bite of pain that came with having him inside me. Sometimes we were rough, but he never hurt me. That balance—on the edge of my limits—was one of the things that I enjoyed most about being with him.

Once he was buried to the hilt I really began to move with some sort of insane need to erase all his thoughts. I let myself go completely, crying out each time he filled me. My fingers gripped his hair not because I wanted to feel it, but because I needed something to hold on to. Thank god the chair was expensive and well made. A lesser chair would have come apart. His hands never moved from my hips, but his mouth tasted everything it could reach from my lips to my nipples.

“I missed you…” he groaned.

“Why didn’t you call?” We were fucking on his chair in front of all of London. Why did I choose that moment to ask the hard question?

His hips pitched up, plunging his cock deeper inside me. Almost as if that were his answer. It sent a shock through my body and took my breath away. “Yes…” I moaned.

He grinned in reply, totally pleased with himself. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

It took every ounce of control I possessed to freeze just above Theo with his throbbing cock inside me, but I was a sucker for his commands and did precisely as he asked. He swallowed, barely maintaining his own control. The vein in his neck pulsed, the muscles in his shoulder strained, and his jaw ticked, as he concentrated on pleasing me—and nothing else.

His hands massaged my hips as he thrust up and inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Looking for the exact spot that would make me come apart in his hands. I could hear every breath he took. Every catch in mine. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and trained on Theo’s. My vision went double a couple of times, but two of Theo wasn’t a bad thing.

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