Page 102 of An Inevitable Marriage
She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
“The lace covering your ass… Let me see it.”
She reached beneath her dress, but I stopped her with a firm shake of my head.
“I want to see itonyou.”
I was asking a lot. A hell of a lot. I knew this. But I also wanted to erase every bad thing anyone had ever told her. Snow was sin personified. She was fucking irresistible. It was high time she realized it.
Eyes darting left then right, she sucked in her lip and rolled it over her teeth. Here, I wasn’t going to push. She needed to weigh everything up in her head and decide on her own.
A decision I’d respect either way.
For a moment, it seemed like she was going to bolt, but then she knocked the damn air out of my lungs when she slowly spun around. Using both hands, she shoved the files out of the way and bent over my desk.
“Fuck.”
What a sight. It got even better when she reached behind her and pulled her dress up to her back.
Purple.
The lace covering her perfect ass was purple. Next to green, it was my new favorite color.
“Holy fuck, Snow.”
Gripping my hard-on through my pants, I curled over her. Her gaze met mine over her shoulder, and shit, the heat simmering in her eyes was almost too much.
“Remember last night?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes.”
“I want to do it again. But next time, I want you exactly like this.”
Snow squeezed her lids together. Her mouth parted, and the sound that escaped her was so low and so damn sexy.
“Would you like that?” I shifted my hips closer to hers. “Does the thought of me making a mess on your back turn you on?”
More puffs of air blew over her lips. Color stained her cheeks, and I already had my answer. Still, I wanted to hear it from her.
Slowly thrusting my hips, I teased her backside with my erection. “Tell me, Snow.”
“Yesss.” Her needy little moan was music to my ears.
It would have been so easy to push the pretty lace aside and make her come with my fingers. She wouldn’t even have protested if her rubbing thighs was anything to go by.
But I wanted to try something else.
Gently cupping her elbow, I helped her up and spun her around. Her dress effortlessly fell back into place. A pity really, I quite enjoyed the sight of her bent over my desk.
Unable to resist, I pressed my mouth against the skin below her ear. Snow moaned and immediately tilted her head sideways to give me better access.
“Hmm,” I breathed. “Were you hoping for a release, my sweet little Snow.”
I glanced up. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, and her cheeks rosy red.
“Don’t worry,” I continue. “I’ll make you come.”
She made a happy noise.
