Page 34 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
“You mean you want to see if you can have an orgasm again? I think your test run this morning gave you that answer.”
I bit my lip since I was out of arguments. At least any I could think of while staring into those fathomless blue eyes. “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are the color of the ocean? But not like the ocean on the shore, but the ocean way out there,” I said, motioning with my hand toward the balcony. “The ocean where there is nothing but water and sunshine all around you. They’re often stormy, but when I stare into them, they still calm me down.”
He kissed my forehead and groaned softly. “I think that was a compliment, but I know you are drunk. Time for bed, Serenity. You will thank me in the morning.”
He sat me down on the bed and tried to pull the covers back, but I grasped his hand and pulled him down onto the bed next to me. “I’m not drunk and don’t tell me what to do,” I whispered, my gaze focused squarely on his soft pink lips.
He took mine with his and laid me back on the bed, one knee between both of mine and his hands buried in my hair. I ground against his knee until he moaned with satisfied desire. I was giving him exactly what he needed, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid. What we had together felt right, and I wasn’t scared to show him all the parts of me I kept hidden.
He kissed his way across my jawbone and down into my neck. His lips sucked gently there so as not to leave a mark on my tender skin. I squirmed under him and pushed at his chest until he sat up, the cloud of passion receding from his eyes. Rather than let it stay gone, I grasped the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head, letting my breasts out of their trappings for his admiration. I registered the way he sucked in air and slid backward on the bed.
“Serenity.” He sighed my name with what I suspected was the reverence Seth spoke of. “I am in awe.” His gaze swept across my chest with lust and desire flaring in his eyes. They closed, and he swallowed once. “You arewunderschönenin a way I have never known before.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” I whisper-asked, scooting closer to him. “My breasts, they’re too big for me, I think.”
He moaned, and it turned into a half-laugh. “There is no such thing, Serenity. I rescind my statement. You are not just beautiful, you are stunning. I cannot think straight right now.”
I trailed my finger up his chest until it flicked up under his chin, where I pushed his mouth closed. “This is only a sneak peek, Lars. There’s so much more to me than meets the eye.”
He moaned again. “I already know this. Why do you think I designed Serenity after you? I knew how incredible you were the moment I saw you that day at the university. You were the promise of pleasure to come.”
I pointed at him and winked. “No pun intended, right?”
I patted the bed on the other side of me, and he took the hint and scooted over. I slid up to the headboard and opened the dresser drawer, thankful the only light on in the apartment was the small lamp in the other room. His breath caught when I took out the velvet bag that held Serenity, a lotus flower on the front the only indication of what was inside. I slid it from the pocket, and he moaned at the slow-motion of it falling into my hand. “She truly is beautiful,” I said, holding it up and spinning it left and right.
“I was not thinkingthatSerenity was the beauty,” he admitted, his eyes still glued to my chest. I slid down until my head rested on the pillow. He relaxed on his elbow next to me, his warm breath making my nipples pucker when he blew across them.
“You can touch me.” I was suddenly self-conscious about his lack of desire to lay a hand on me. His pants were tented, and I worried he was going to pop out of them, so I was unsure why he was holding back.
He groaned and shook his head. “That would not be a good idea. The feel of your skin under my hands would be my undoing, Serenity. I can barely think right now. Touching you will be the end of that.”
I handed him Serenity slowly in acceptance of his answer. “I understand, Lars. Would you warm her up for me then?”
Those ocean blue eyes opened to the size of saucers at my request, and he stuttered for a moment. I was witnessing Lars Jäger, the unflappable CEO, entirely out of his element. I had to admit I was enjoying the power I had over him at the moment, though I had no delusions he couldn’t take it back at any time.
“Warm her up?” he was finally able to ask.
I grasped the top of the toy and ran my hand down it and back up. “Warm it up. I don’t like it cold.”
His eyes closed, and when he opened them again, my boy shorts were gone, and I was naked in front of him. The word that fell from his lips told me the effect I had on him was powerful and everything I wanted it to be in the moment. He held my gaze, and the flower on Serenity lit up in a soft purple. I let a seductive smile, at least what I hoped was seductive, slide across my face.
“I do not think you are ready to use this,” he murmured against my ear. “You do not have the special lu—
I turned my head and captured his lips, my tongue owning every part of it this time, to prove to him I was more than ready. I grasped his hand and slid it across my belly and down into my red curls. His fingers moved of their own accord, and when he encountered the slickness waiting there, he moaned deeply. “I don’t need any help when you’re around,” I whispered, my lips still on his. “That just happens.”
He stole the air from me then, his tongue plunging in to take what it wanted, and his fingers massaging the most center of me with mind-blowing accuracy. I thrust my hips up to meet his hand, and he pushed them back down to the bed gently. Laughter filled his chest while his tongue filled my mouth. Lost in him, I didn’t notice what he was doing until it was too late. He caressed my opening with Serenity languidly, his tongue still owning mine. “Lars,” I moaned against his lips. “I’m supposed to show you.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, his body humming with pent up desire. “You are, Serenity. You are. What you are showing me is better than I even imagined when I designed this. I made Serenity as my replacement when I could not be here,” he hissed. He held the vibrator against my mound, and I moaned, the sensation still foreign, but equally welcome. “Give me the honor, please?” he begged, and I nodded.
He retook my lips, but this time, he slid Serenity inside me to the rhythm of his tongue against mine. I moaned long and low, fighting against the need to thrust my hips up. The moan ended in a whimper, and he laughed.
Laughed!
I was going to make him pay for that. What he did to me with that toy was the exact opposite of serenity. I was on fire with need for him. Having him so close to me, smelling his cologne, and running my hands over his hard-muscled chest was more than I could take.
“Let me hear how much you like what I made you,” he hissed into my ear. “Do you like my version of us, Serenity?”
I nodded, my voice nowhere to be found as he drove me higher on this plane of sensuality and intimacy.
