Page 94 of Filthy Rich Temptation
I know what it is before I even check. The site. It’s taking off fast. And I’m barely keeping up with the day-to-day. The emails, the chatter, the feature requests, the potential sponsors piling in…
But like any mum knows, while the house sleeps, you can get shit done.
And I lose track of time as I take my laptop out to the deck and work. Not that the site has ever felt like work-work. More a passion that requires time and thought. And when the moonlit sea is your backdrop, it’s pretty damn close to paradise.
‘Hey…’
Correction.Nowit’s paradise.
Theo stands in the open doorway, face soft from sleep, hair all tousled. My breath catches as my core clenches – how is it possible to want him again already? Andthisdeeply?
‘Hey, you okay?’ I ask, sliding my laptop onto the table and patting the bench, telling him to join me.
He nods and eases down next to me, one arm draping along my back, warming me from top to toe. ‘How long was I out?’
‘No idea. But you clearly needed it.’
He ruffles his hair with a sheepish grin. ‘It’s all that fresh air.’
‘And you didn’t get much sleep last night…’
Not that my body’s complaining, it’s already burning for round two.
‘I don’t see you suffering.’
‘I’m a mum. I function on zero sleep and way too much caffeine.’
He chuckles. ‘Yeah, I bet.’ He smooths the hair from my shoulder, eyes following the move. ‘You should’ve woken me up.’
‘And spoil…’ a gasp slips out as his lips brush my neck ‘…your beauty sleep?’
‘You saying Ineedbeauty sleep now?’ he murmurs against my skin, then nips.
I shiver and whimper.
‘Never,’ I breathe.
‘Good girl…’ His hand falls to my thigh, slipping beneath the hem of my skirt.
‘Theo!’
He hums in response.
‘We shouldn’t, not here…’
‘Last I checked, we were alone, remember? And I’m not suggesting we get naked this time.’ His fingers travel higher, grazing the lace of my thong, and my legs part, wanting, needing… ‘I’m merely gifting you more stars.’
My head falls back as I clutch the edge of the bench and his mouth finds the hollow behind my ear – breath teasing, tongue slow and wicked. His fingers move over the lace. Circling. Lazy at first. Every stroke deliberate. A tease, meant to build. To pull.
He’s not rushing. He doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what he’s doing and my hips lift of their own accord – chasing more, needing more – the pleasure climbing with every breathless second. Until it’s all I can feel. All I can breathe.
And then I’m gone. My climax crashing through me in wave after blinding wave as I cry out his name to the stars and thank each and every one of them for this.
For him.
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Theo
