Page 84 of The Potter

“Vance.” Halle pulls away, her hands going to my belt, undoing it. “You said you were going to fuc—”

I cover her mouth, tsking. “No profanity out of that sweet mouth of yours.”

Not that I don’t enjoy a nice vulgar sparring with her, but not right now.

Now, I want to see her put my cock between her lips and look up at me with those big, cerulean eyes. “Get on your knees, Ms. Belle.”

Lowering, Halle’s eyes sparkle with something like delight as she pulls me free, fisting my cock, giving it a few pumps before guiding it to the back of her throat.

The first swipe of her tongue is a jolt of pure pleasure as it sends me bowing forward. Grabbing the OR table for support only spurs Halle on as she grabs my ass and pulls me in deeper, controlling me—loving me with the sweet pulls of her mouth.

It’s then I know that I’m completely and utterly fucked when it comes to this woman.

“That’s enough,” I bark out, already guiding her up to her feet.

She takes a moment before wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand and grinning. “What’s wrong, Dr. Potter?”

“What’s wrong?” I drag my fingertips along her perfect tits, circling her pink nipple until her head rolls back. “What’s wrong, Ms. Belle, is that you have far too much control in my domain.” In one motion, I lift her by the ass and sit her on the table. “Lie back.” I push gently on her chest, reveling in her excited pants as her back arches against the cool metal.

Leaning over her body, I drag my lips across her nipple, my breathing making it hard. “You’re on my table, Peach. Is it everything you dreamed of?”

She moans, her hands going to my head, holding my mouth to her breast. “Better than I imagined.”

Oh, she hasn’t seen anything yet.

With a parting kiss, I pull her hands from my hair and place them up by her head. “Grab the back of the table if you need to, but don’t move until I say you can.”

This moment, with Halle laid before me, is the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s exposed, beautifully vulnerable and exceedingly brave, as I love her through the fog of my demons on the very table that birthed them into existence.

My fingers play at the button of her pants, skimming the soft skin at the waist. “I want you bare—I want to fucking feast on you.”

“Yes,” she moans, reaching behind her for the edge of the table.

I chuckle. Smart girl.

Flipping the button open, I unzip Halle’s pants and slide them down her legs. I kiss each calf before I take her legs in my hands, bending her knees, and placing her feet on the edge of the table.

“Remember,” I warn her, leaning down and using my shoulder to open her legs so I can settle between them, “no moving.”

I don’t give her time to acknowledge her understanding. I simply can’t wait any longer to devour the woman who dared to come between me and my demons.

As soon as my tongue parts her sweet flesh, Halle’s back bows off the table, her whimpering urging me deeper as I nip at the hot bundle of nerves.

“You’re moving.”

And I don’t give two shits. I just want to see her squirm as she holds on to the table, biting her lip to keep from crying out as I push two fingers inside her. “Are you ready for my cock, Ms. Belle?”

I fucking hope so. I don’t know that I can wait.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me, Dr. Potter, and stop being a cock tease.”

My fingers stop their thrusting.

Did she just suggest I was a cock tease?

“Vance?” She tries sitting up, and I push her back down. “Are you serious right now? Are you stopping?”

Oh, no. I’m not stopping.

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