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Dorian reached out, urging me onto his lap. We fell into a kiss as I straddled him on the theater chair.
The sounds from the film faded into the background.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I looked into his gorgeous eyes as he leaned his head back against the seat.
Dorian cupped my breasts. “You wore this leather top to torture me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said, enveloping his mouth with mine once again.
His fingers scratched at my back before I felt him lower my zipper. Dorian loosened the ties of my corset before lifting it over my head, exposing my bare chest. My nipples tingled, begging to be sucked. Thankfully, he understood the assignment, licking his bottom lip before taking my breast into his mouth. He tugged gently on my nipple.
“You taste even sweeter than last night.” He sucked harder, groaning under his breath.
My loins were on fire, and I’d completely forgotten any vow I’d made to take this slower. The feeling of need was too intense. I began to grind over his rigid cock.
“Don’t do that unless you want to get fucked in this chair, Primrose.”
I moved my hips faster, sending a clear message.
“I don’t have the strength to push you away,” he groaned. “So you’d better get off of me unless you want me inside you right now.”
I lowered my mouth, kissing him on the neck. Sliding my hand down his chest, I landed on his crotch, cupping his cock. Then I stood. His eyes looked pained at the prospect of me stopping. But I kicked off my boots and unzipped my jeans before slipping out of them. Wearing nothing now but a thong, I soaked in every moment of Dorian devouring me with his eyes.
“You are simply the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His gaze darkened. “Tell me what you want right now.”
“I want you, in any way you’ll give it to me.”
“Have you ever been fucked in a theater?” He smirked.
“Ask me tomorrow.” I flashed a smile.
“Come here,” heordered.
Dorian straightened in his seat as I charged toward him. He ran a line down my abdomen with his tongue, stopping short of my underwear. Pushing the material aside, he lapped at my clit. My knees nearly gave out at the unexpected contact. He stopped for a moment only to slide the thong down.
Dorian then dropped to his knees, burying his mouth between my legs. He circled his tongue in hard, swift motions as the sound of gunshots from the movie rang out.
I tugged on his hair, forcing him to stop. “I almost came.”
He flashed a mischievous grin as he looked up at me. “Good.”
I pushed him back into his seat and straddled him. Unfastening his pants, I took his cock out and placed it at my opening.
He smiled. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”
This was heaven. Dorian looked up at me with hazy eyes as I swayed my hips over him, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow as a vague awareness of Vincent accidentally shooting Marvin in the face played on the screen behind me.
CHAPTER 16
Three weeks later, I woke up on Saturday morning feeling a panic attack coming on. That made no sense considering that things in my life were going better than ever.
The weeks since Dorian and I first slept together had been the absolute best of my life. Each day my connection to him seemed to grow. Almost a month into our relationship, I should’ve been on top of the world.
Dorian had been coming home earlier from the office at night. The house we shared felt more like a home each day instead of the ghost town it had been after Christina and Remington passed. Dorian and I had started learning to cook together, making dinners by following video tutorials. He’d actually made a pretty mean lasagna one night, and breaded chicken cutlets and roasted broccoli were apparently my jam.
On the weekends, we’d stroll around Orion Coast or go into L.A. He’d come with me to a couple of art exhibitionsand had taken me on a tour of the Vanderbilt Technologies offices after hours.
After that first night we were together in Dorian’s bed, he and I hadn’t spent a night apart. We’d now migrated to my bedroom; although thankfully Tallulah and Tess still preferred Dorian’s bed. At first, he’d felt a little strange sleeping where his father once had, but that made the most sense, as it was the biggest room. He’d gotten used to it after the first few times, and my room quickly becameourroom.
