Page 43 of Tied Up In Tinsel
Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “I knew you’d want a taste.”
I straightened, towering over her. Her head tipped back to meet my gaze, and I couldn’t resist tracing her with my eyes, from her parted lips down to where my finger circled lazily at her core.
“You know me too well,” I said, drawing another slow circle over her clit.
She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut.
“How much time do you have?” I murmured, teasing her with each stroke.
“Not much,” she moaned, hips rocking forward, “but don’t you dare stop. The mayor can wait.”
A growl rumbled in my chest. “That’s my girl.”
I slid a finger inside her without warning, and her gasp tore through the quiet of the kitchen. Her eyes fell shut, but I caught her jaw in my other hand, tilting her face toward me.
“Eyes on me,” I demanded.
Her lids flew open, and I was met with wide, glassy eyes filled with lust. I pushed deeper, curling my finger until she hummed in approval. Then I gave her a second finger, filling her tighter, her body clenching greedily around me.
“You hear that?” I asked, my voice rough. The wet, obscene sound of my fingers thrusting into her echoed against the walls. “Music to my ears.”
She moaned, her nails digging into the counter.
“You dirty girl,” I growled, thrusting harder, faster, my hand on her hip keeping her right where I wanted her. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you in this dress.”
Annie smirked through the haze of desire, her expression daring me, tempting me further. “Then don’t resist. Make me come. Right here. I want to feel it.”
Her hips rolled, adjusting, and when I shifted with her, I found a new angle that had her crying out.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, her body shuddering as her walls clamped down on my fingers.
She was so close—her gasps coming faster, her thighs trembling around me. I chased her release, relentless in my rhythm, gritting my teeth as my cock strained painfully.
I couldn’t think about my own need. Not when she was unraveling for me. Not when her body was right there, begging, pulsing around my fingers, about to fall apart.
With another stroke, she shattered, her body clenching tight around my fingers as she cried out. I kept going, drawing every last wave from her until she sagged forward, breathless, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts.
Slowly, I slid my fingers free, glistening with her release. Without looking away, I reached for my coffee mug. Annie’s eyes stayed locked on me, wide and wanting, as I dipped those same fingers into the steaming cup and stirred once.
Then I lifted them out, brought them to my mouth, and sucked them clean, savoring the taste of her mixed with bitter coffee.
With a soft pop, I let my fingers slip free of my lips before chasing it with a slow sip from the mug. “Delicious,” I murmured, winking at her over the rim.
Her laugh broke through the haze, light and shaky. “Okay… that was insanely hot.” She pressed a hand to her cheek, still flushed. “Can’t we go upstairs? I don’t think I can get through a whole day of work with that being the last image I have of you.”
Her gaze dropped, and her lips parted when she saw the straining bulge in my pants—impossible to hide.
Grinning, I set my mug down and poured a fresh to-go cup for her. I handed it over just as her eyes flicked down again, lingering between my legs.
“We’ve got to do something about that,” she teased, nodding at me with a wicked grin.
I leaned in, brushing a kiss across her lips. “I’ll take care of it.”
Annie gasped, feigning outrage. “Unfair!” She pointed accusingly at my erection, her pout downright sinful.
“Down, girl,” I chuckled, stealing another kiss before pulling back, my voice dropping low. “You’ll have your fill. I promise.”
Her pout softened into a sly smile. “That better be a real promise.”
