Page 40 of Out of Office Nights
‘This is stupid. I don’t… I shouldn’t…’ She started to shake her head. The touch lingering at her ear curled over her nape, stopping the action.
A droplet ran down the corner of her mouth. She caught it with the tip of her tongue. Another sound left him, zipped directly into her veins.
‘Teo…’
He surged closer, bringing his towering temptation to bear. ‘No one else controls your fate or your desires. Only you do. Own it, Sabeen. Don’t falter now.’
‘Even if what I want is crazy?’
His mouth quirked, but his eyes remained ferocious, penetrating her feeble objections. ‘The best things are born from a little chaos.’
‘You have an answer for everything, don’t you?’
That flash of bleakness returned. ‘No,tesoro. I do not. But as I’ve made abundantly clear, I don’t let that stand in the way of what I crave. The question is, are you woman enough to do the same?’
The Playboy Prince psychoanalyst was back, taunting her with a shiny vision of the impossible that somehow felt within reach. And sincehewas right there…within reach…
‘Teo…’
His chest heaved on a mighty breath. Then that hand on her nape was moving. Along her jaw. Caressing her collarbone. Lingering on the pulse frantically beating at her throat. Pausing, his eyes meeting hers. Gauging her reaction. Smiling that triumphant smile when she swayed closer, the water moving over her skin causing waves of sensual delight she wanted to drown in.
Then his hand closed over one breast.
A moaned ‘Yes…’ drifted out then a more frantic ‘Yes!’ jerking free, her head falling back as his thumbs deliciously tortured herpebbled nipples. Fiery pleasure arrowed with unerring accuracy between her thighs, plumping up her sex, making her legs thrash in the water.
Teo’s leg captured hers, pinning her to the side of the pool. He roughly pulled one bikini cup to the side and sucked one eager nipple between his hot lips.
‘Oh!’ Her eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers clutched his hair, held him captive against her as he rolled his tongue over her flesh.
After an eternity and not nearly enough time, he dragged his head up. ‘Dios mio, you’re so beautiful.’
Joy sang through her. Then need pounded hard on its tail.
Perfectly in tune with the clamour devouring her, he returned to teasing her, his other hand delving beneath the waistband of her sodden shorts. Anticipation screamed through her, then she was shuddering as he found her swollen nub, flicked it with his thumb as his teeth grazed her nipple. Between one heartbeat and the next, Sabeen was flying high. Her nails bit into his shoulders, futilely fighting to stay whole even as she surrendered to being ripped apart by pleasure.
One finger breached her core then another. Her visions fogged, incoherent words peppering the charged air as Teo, his gaze now pinned on her face to watch her every reaction to his sorcery, joined her with a litany of praise.
The combination of the water lapping the underside of her breasts, his thumb wreaking sweet havoc and the fingers thrusting into her heated channel sent her over the edge.
‘There you go,hermosa. Take it. Own it.’
Her scream intensified with the fierce onslaught of a seemingly unending release, the mouth trailing over her throat, lightly biting her jaw, before sealing possessively over her mouth, devouring her desire, granting her the most prolonged bliss she’d ever known.
Far too soon, though, reality impinged on it. She’d fallen under Teo’s spell once more. And not just that, she’d done it out in the open, where any staff member or bodyguard wandering past could’ve seen them. Hell, any cunning paparazzo with a powerful lens could’ve taken pictures, splashed another scandal all over social media.
She’d set herself up to experience shades of the tumult she’d endured nearly three years ago—tangling with Nathan Gray, the notorious player who it turned out was merely toying with her. Even if Teo was different— No. Pushing aside the shock waves of residual pleasure, she tugged her bikini back into place, sidling away from him.
Aware he was watching her with hooded eyes, probably ready to ridicule her protesting way too late, she struck out for the pool steps.
‘Sabeen—’
‘No. It’s…it’s late. I need to go.’ Hurrying out of the pool, she snatched up a towel and high-tailed it to the guest bedroom.
Tugging off her shorts and throwing a sundress over her bikini took ten seconds. She was shoving her things into the beach-bag when he appeared in the doorway.
He hadn’t bothered with a towel, and in that moment, he looked every inch the Playboy Prince, destined for a centrefold magazine piece. Or the most decadent Christmas perfume ad.
Her pelvis tightened as she fought resurging heat.
