Page 27 of My Hottest Obsession

“Fancy.”

I laugh and lead her upstairs.

“Home theater,” I say, opening the first door on the left.

She pokes her head in, and I study her reaction. She likes it, and I start to relax. I want her to love it here. Maybe then she’ll say yes when I ask her to move in with me one day soon.

“There are guest rooms on this side of the hallway,” I tell her, pointing to the right.

“Where’s your room?” She asks, and my cock starts to harden in my pants.

“End of the hall.”

She nods, heading that way, and I follow her eagerly. She steps into my room, and it’s like everything falls into place. This is where she’s meant to be, where we’re both meant to be.

“Want to watch a movie or something?” I ask.

Having her in here is testing my strength. I don’t want to rush her or pressure her.

“No,” she says simply as she takes a step back toward the bed.

Her fingers toy with the hem of her shirt as she backs up another step, and my mouth waters as I start to follow after her.

“What do you want, Goldie?” I ask, my voice coming out low and filled with heat.

“You. Just you.”

Hearing her say that is a dream come true. I’m moving toward her before I even realize I’ve started walking.

She takes a deep breath like she’s nervous, but then she tugs her shirt over her head.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

She’s wearing purple lacy lingerie, and my cock is at full attention in a second.

“Lingerie is kind of my guilty pleasure,” she admits, toying with a cup of the bra.

“Are you telling me that you’re always wearing lingerie under your clothes? Stuff like this?” I choke out, and she nods.

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” I growl, reaching for her and slamming my mouth down on hers. “If I had known that…”

She moans against my lips, tugging me closer, and I go willingly. My fingers toy with the clasp to her bra and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I pull it off.

“Need a taste,” I murmur as I bow my head and latch onto one of her nipples.

“Adrien!” She cries out, her back arching, offering me more of her.

I switch to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Her fingers scramble over the soft material of my shirt, trying to tug it off of me. I help her, and then we both tumble onto the bed.

“Need you, baby. I’ve needed you for so long.”

She nods, and I roll her onto her back beneath me. We work together to strip off the rest of our clothes, and I groan when I see how wet she is.

“Damn, Goldie. Is this all for me?” I ask, running a finger through her drenched folds.

Her back arches off the bed, and I grin and do it again.

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