Page 158 of Beauty
Sienna: Deal.
My heart races at her easy agreement. But it’s her next words that send me running.
Sienna: You can toss the birth control yourself when we get home.
Home. That word alone makes me hard as a rock. Though the idea of fucking her tonight, knowing that every time I do from here on out, there’s a chance that she’ll get pregnant, that we’ll make a baby, makes the need building inside me nearly unbearable.
I tug at my tie, my breaths coming out choppy. By the time I hit the bottom level, the top three buttons of my shirt are undone and my tie is wrapped around my fist. I march toward the place I’m positive I’ll find Sienna without bothering to survey my surroundings.
I’m under the building, beneath the earth.
I can’t deny that sneaking around is hot. It turns me the fuck on to know I’m about to fuck my girlfriend in the bar her brothers own, hell, in the building her family owns. Aftertonight, I won’t be able to walk into Ground Zero without thinking of Sienna.
Despite how fixated I am on finding her here, I still lose my fucking breath when I open the door to the bar and find only one light on.
Because there, lying across the bar, like my wet dream, is Sienna Langfield, long hair cascading down her shoulders and over the bar, her eyes heated as she turns my way wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a magenta G-string.
I hold up my phone, the stopwatch on the screen still running. “Still got forty-five seconds left and everything.”
Her eyes flare. “Looks like you win.”
I stalk toward her, tugging at the belt. “Yes, I fucking do. And what a prize this is.”
She smiles at me, the expression soft, and for a moment I forget about the sex and the games. When she looks at me like that, I can’t help but relax.
“I’m glad you found me,” she whispers.
The words, though appropriate for this little game, hold so much weight, so much power. Because I did find her. And she found me.
It’s rare for a person to find their soulmate. Rare to find this kind of love. But to find it twice? To be given this second chance? I’ll never take it for granted.
I take my time appreciating the beauty that’s laid out before me, studying the curve of her perfect tits as they rise and fall with her expectant breaths. The beauty mark above her lip begging to be kissed. The smooth legs that’ll be wrapped around my hips in a matter of moments.
“Can I keep you?” I ask her as I drag the end of my silk tie over the curve of her hips.
She breaks into goose bumps, her body trembling. “Please.”
I force my attention to her face, to her pretty green eyes. “Please what, butterfly? What do you need?”
She drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “Your mouth.”
“Where?” I dip in close and brush my lips along the same path my tie just followed.
She shivers beneath me. “Between my legs.”
“Lift this leg, baby.” I suck on the flesh at her hip, then tap her knee and shift over the bar, giving myself better access. “You know the afterparty is in here…” I glance up at the grandfather clock in the corner, noting the time. “In thirty minutes.”
She digs her heel into my back and pushes me down. “Better get to work, then.”
Chuckling, I nuzzle against her panties. “As you wish.” I slide my tongue beneath the silky fabric and push it over, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. “First, I’m going to make you come with my tongue. Then I’m going to fuck you until your brothers and everyone else in the damn Bolts organization are standing right outside that door.” I grin up at her. “And then we’re going to play another game.”
Her eyes flare. “And what is that?”
“We’re going to see how prim and proper you can act with my cum leaking out of you.”
She whimpers beneath me, like the thought of me filling her is enough to get her off.
“Won’t be the first time,” she taunts as I spear her with my tongue.
