Page 91 of Take This Heart
“Here, try it.” I hold it to her lips and she takes a sip, her pink tongue grabbing a drop from her lip.
I groan and she gives me a flirty smile but then makes a little face when the taste hits.
“I like mine better,” she says.
She shivers slightly and I glance down to rub her arms and notice her nipples pebbled against her dress.
My dick protests the restraint.
“Are you chilly?” I ask, my voice husky.
She takes a long swig of her drink, finishing it. I smile and she leans in, moving toward my ear.
“I need you to take me home and warm me up,” she whispers.
I stand up, throwing money on the table and then pulling up the app to arrange a ride.
“We’re not walking?” she asks, biting the inside of her cheek.
We hurry outside.
“No, ma’am. I’m getting you home.”
She glances down at the huge tent in my pants and smirks.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that. I’m getting you home and fucking you so hard you’ll never be cold again.”
An older couple is walking by and the woman gasps.
“Mercy me!” she says, glaring at me.
“Oh, to be young again,” the man says.
When we ride the elevator to my penthouse, I brace my arms on either side of her head and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to all day long.
“Milo,” she whimpers. “I’m so ready.”
The elevator dings while I’m sliding my hand up her dress. She kisses me while I’m unlocking the door and as soon as the door is shut behind us, I’m undoing her dress as fast as I can.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper in awe when I see tonight’s lace.
There’s barely anything to it, but the way it highlights all her assets is fucking glorious.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that from me all day.”
She giggles and does a turn for me. I growl.
“Go face the window,” I tell her. “Hands on the glass.”
Her mouth parts and she does what I asked. She looks like a dream and I hope to God that we’ll never wake up from this. I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. I undo my pants and slide my briefs down along with them. I give my dick a tug as I stalk toward her. She gasps when she feels me against her back and arches into my dick.
“Do you like that people might see you like this?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she says, breathless.
I trace from her ear down her neck, one hand twisting her nipple and the other sliding down between her legs. My fingers move under the lace and I rub her wetness over her before dipping inside.
