Page 68 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Chapter Twenty-Four
Iris
I work like blazes all afternoon long to wrap up everything I need to for the day. I leave the office fifteen minutes early after texting TJ, just in case. Normally Tony comes to get me, but since I have Bobbi with her Escalade…maybe not? I wish we’d talked about the logistics earlier.
Anyway, Bobbi takes me home. She’s a careful driver, not a mile over the speed limit, and using her blinkers judiciously. She curses a few times at other drivers. But she brings me home in one piece, safe and sound.
“Are you coming in?” I ask casually as we reach the door.
Bobbi’s phone buzzes. She checks the text and smirks. “No. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I smile, relieved she’s going home now. It would’ve been awkward telling her to leave so Tony and I could get dirty. “Great. See you tomorrow.”
My body fizzes with anticipation as I unlock the door to the penthouse. I want to arrive early so I can freshen up and change into something sexy before Tony gets here. The goal is to drive him insane with lust. The knowledge that we’re going to do it without a barrier adds a sharp edge to my need. It’s ridiculous, since it isn’t spontaneous—I’ve planned things so there aren’t any unintended consequences, but still… It feels extra naughty.
“Finally!” Tony wraps his arm around me the minute I step into the living room.
“Oh! When did you get here?”
“I left the second you texted TJ.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered if I wanted some freshening-up time. On the other hand, I don’t think Tony cares at the moment.
His breath has a hint of whiskey. “I had to text Bobbi to let her know it’s not cool to drive like a blind granny.”
The start of my giggle is cut short when his lips crash down on mine, his mouth hot and demanding. As he pulls me closer, his thick erection pushes against me, and I shift to fit against him better.
His tongue sweeps into me. I taste the whiskey and Tony, a crazy-sexy combination. He is insatiable, teasing me, stroking his tongue against mine, luring me into his mouth—giving me the permission to do everything I want to do.
I sense him unzipping the back of my dress, then tugging it down until it falls at my feet. He cups my breasts encased in their lacy bra and brushes his thumbs over the peaks. I cry out, the sound muffled against his mouth. He hasn’t touched me in, what—six days?—but it feels like it’s been forever, my body hypersensitive to him.
Instead of undoing the bra clasp, he pulls my breasts over the cups, creating an indecently deep cleavage, my nipples pushed close together. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says.
The harsh rasp of his voice hits me like liquor, filling me with a greedy heat that leaches all the strength from my limbs. My fingers dig into his warm, silky hair as he flicks his tongue over the pointed tips of my breasts, then finally pulls one into his mouth. He toys with my other nipple with one hand, and the other slips between my legs, his knuckles ghosting over my clit through the satin. The barely-there touch makes me greedier. I want firmer strokes. And his cock inside me—filling me until I’m screaming with bliss.
He lavishes attention on my other nipple and pulls roughly at my underwear. I shimmy, helping him get them down my legs.
“I missed the taste of you,” he growls, his breathing shallow and fast.
“I missed you too,” I whisper.
“You always taste amazing.” He kisses my belly, pushing me backward until the back of my knees hit a couch.
I lose my balance, sprawling on the white cushions, my breasts still pushed up over my bra, my legs spread wide, my pussy totally exposed to his heated gaze. Going on his knees, he throws my thighs over his wide shoulders and runs the flat of his tongue over my flesh.
Electric shock streaks through me, and I tilt my pelvis in a blatant offer. His clever mouth moves over me while his long, beautiful fingers fill me. I watch his dark head buried between my pale thighs, white-hot need pumping through me. I never knew until now what a turn-on it was to have a powerful man in his full trappings of wealth and status kneel between my legs and eat me out like this was what he was born to do.
I can’t tear my eyes from the view. I’m so turned on that I can feel the wetness trickling down. Tony takes it all, his tongue swirling over my swollen and sensitive clit, setting my nerve endings on fire. His fingers bend slightly, hitting the little bump in my pussy repeatedly, pushing me higher and higher until there’s a mountain of pleasure rising inside.
Suddenly, he pulls my clit into his mouth, hard. The coiled tension inside me snaps, and I come, screaming until my throat grows hoarse.
I don’t know how much time passes before my breathing settles. But Tony is still between my legs, licking me, this time to soothe rather than stimulate.
“It’s gratifying to see you so helplessly out of control,” he says.
“Is it?” I say.
I feel him nod against my skin. “I’m horny for you all the time.” He runs the edge of his teeth gently along my inner thigh. “You kept me hard all day long.”
