Page 36 of Tempt My Heart

"Is this a joke?" the woman said faintly and he frowned before shaking his head. "Um, okay. Sure. I-I'll be back in a couple of hours then?"

"Perfect, thanks so much." He smiled at her as he strode away and flipped the sign on the door toclosed,locking it as she slipped out the back.

Ali felt nearly as dazed as the saleswoman had looked as Christopher turned to her. What had just happened?

"Now, where were we? Right, I was going to pull this gorgeous dress off of you." He stopped mid-stride and tilted his head to one side. "Actually... let's leave it on."

Oh god… She knew her face must nearly be as red as her hair, but there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted this, flimsy as their excuse may have been.

His hands on her waist seemed to sear her skin even through the fabric of the dress, like his touch had branded her, claimed her.

He traced his hands down past the ruffle of material and smoothed them over the curve of her hips, following the line of her body as he sank to his knees. The bottom of the dress was form-fitting and he tsked as he tried to shimmy the hem up and failed.

"I'm sorry, gorgeous, but the dress has got to go." He didn't sound sorry at all as she turned for him and he eased the zipper down, inch by inch, deliberately slowly as if he was teasing himself as well as her.

The material pooled on the floor and he stepped in close behind her, the sensation of his suit jacket against her bare skin sending a thrill through her and heat pooling low in her stomach.

"Turn around," he murmured silkily and she obeyed, her arms twitching as she ignored her initial impulse to cover the bare, freckled skin of her chest.

His eyes darkened as his lips parted, a small breath escaping him that sounded a lot like a groan. "Tell me I can touch you."

Her mouth opened but she hesitated, remembering what he'd told her before about enjoying bossy women in bed. "Touch me, Christopher. Here," she commanded, cupping one breast in her hand and massaging it slightly, pinching the nipple between her thumb and the edge of her index finger.

He was coming undone before her eyes and she wasn't sure she'd ever seen anything sexier than a man as powerful, as in control, as Christopher surrendering to her. "Yes, ma'am."

His hand replaced her own, easily holding all of her as he imitated her movements before looking up at her for approval.

"Good boy," she said, slightly breathless and watched in fascination as a flush spread over the tops of his cheekbones. He kept up the torturous motion of his hand, sending sparks across her skin, and she wondered for a moment why he did nothing more. But when he glanced up at her again, she realized he was waiting for her direction.

"Now here," she said hoarsely, touching her pussy with one hand over her underwear and shuddering when his left hand covered her own, rotating slightly to ease the pressure building but not enough to fulfill her desire completely.

He hooked one finger into the thin band of her underwear and raised an eyebrow at her. She nodded. "Take them off."

He did as she asked and she stepped out of them once they landed at her feet, bringing her bare chest to his crisp shirt.

Her boss' hand moved back to cover her but she shook her head. "Taste me," she said quietly and a wicked grin lit his face.

"With pleasure," he said, his words ghosting over the sensitive skin in front of him and making her breath catch. She hadn't shaved, but he didn't seem to mind—which was a good thing, because she didn't intend to do more than her usual trim to keep things neat and tidy down there even if she did start dating someone again.

He placed a kiss just below her navel and the muscles there quivered as he teased a line of kisses towards the peak of her pussy and parted her to place his mouth over her clit.

Her spine curved as she gasped and she felt him smile against her before he kissed her again and began to alternate between hot, hard kisses and long licks that had her panting with need. He didn't taste her like someone performing a perfunctory duty, no. He feasted like the taste of her was driving him wild, his tongue circling and flicking like it was an art he wanted to spend time perfecting, learning the way she moved.

She parted her legs even more, giving him easier access and he thanked her by dipping his tongue inside her pussy and pulsing it against her g-spot. He'd found it without any issues or hesitation and she had to admire that he was clearly a man who made prioritizing a woman's pleasure a necessity.

"Yes," she gasped as his mouth closed over her clit while his tongue lapped at her entrance, tasting her wetness and pressing closer like he couldn't get enough. "Don't stop.Fuck, Christopher. Don't stop." Her voice had become desperate and when he guided her legs wider with a hand on her inner thigh, she didn't protest. He angled his head higher and reached his hands behind her to cup her ass as he pushed her forward until she was sitting on his face while he kneeled between her legs.

"I've got you," he said, pulling away for just a second to reassure her. "Relax."

His arms cradled her back, supporting her as he put his lips to her pussy again, torturing her clit with his mouth until she wasn't sure she could take any more. But he kept going, making her legs shake as his tongue pushed into her pussy and fucked her to a messy orgasm. She expected that to be the end, that he'd get up and wipe his face and they would leave, but he didn't move.

"What are you doing?" she said, voice rough from how loud she'd been moaning for him.

Christopher pressed small kisses to the outside of her pussy, making her clit pulse as his words blew warmth over it. "You didn't think I was done did you?"

"But... I already came."

"You think I'm satisfied with just one orgasm? Oh Alison," he licked a long line of heat from her clit to her entrance. "At least three is the standard. I want to feel you cream on my tongue, and your legs shake so hard you clamp them around my head. I want to ruin you for anyone else, in the best way possible. By my count," he said, checking his watch, "I've still got another forty-five minutes here with you. I should have asked for three hours, but I think I can make it work."

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