“Expect to you work for your breakfast.” She devoured his lips again. Every day she controlled her passion on the job, and here was a man chock-full of fantasy, sin, want, and desire.
And she fucking WANTED.
“I hope so.” He raised his eyebrows and scanned down her body. “I’m gonna lick up your sweet sugar and drink your juice. About the shower?”
She grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him past her living room and kitchen to the bedroom. They passed her neatly made four-poster bed before she hustled him into the master bath. “Hurry up. Come on.”
“Not yet,” he winked, setting his glasses on the sink, and her pulse raced.
“You have one entire minute to get clean. Scrub it hard.”
“You’re not coming in?” he invited her.
“Not today, baby boy. You don’t know me well enough to ruin my hair.” Danika toyed with her dress, now stained with his stripe of pre-cum.
“Take the dress off.” He closed the curtain. “Only the dress. Leave your underwear and those shoes on.”
It took most of her willpower not to snap off the dress’s buttons. She ducked out of it and threw it in the general direction of her hamper. Her house would give a frat house vibe at this rate, but she didn’t care. “It’s been thirty seconds.”
“God, you’re damn impatient. I’m going to love making you beg.”
“Fifteen seconds left. Rinse off.” She adjusted her bright green bra to confirm the girls were displayed for maximum effect. While a C-cup was adequate, she hadn’t been gifted with towering height or huge boobs, though she felt her butt was appropriately generous.
“I need a towel.” He turned off the water and stepped out. His hard shaft with its flared head still flew at full staff.
Danika drooled over the picture he presented. Every bead of water threw his cock and his muscles, and his butt into sharp relief. Some drops clung to his faint stubble, and she could practically imagine letting his face scrape her thighs.
An exercise of control was in order. She handed him a small hand towel.
He took it with a smirk. “Tell me about the tats.”
She tapped the tattooed spray of roses covering her left shoulder and forearm. “Flowers are pretty?”
“Liar.” The towel went around his neck, then to his waist, then to his groin.
She followed the motion of the towel as he began to stroke himself. “Roses were special to me. Lovely satin and silk on top, dangerous thorns beneath.”
“Like someone I know in her suits and naughty heels. Can’t wait to taste that silky skin.” He jerked off the entire time he spoke. Danika’s body vibrated with arousal, desperate to rip the bra off. Only then would he get a chance to taste the skin as he’d so eloquently promised.
“Then have your first mouthful.” She reached for the clasp on her bra.
“No, Danika. It’s my job. You stripped me; now I get to strip you.” He dropped the towel and brought her against him. His cock caught between their bodies, and she widened her legs to accommodate him.
“Your lips are satin.” He brushed his mouth to hers and his hand worried her nipples, which were already hard dark points.
She wanted him now, not this maddening torture. Still, he didn’t free her. “More.”
“There is more,” he whispered into her neck. He pushed aside her bra straps but still didn’t release her breasts. “You want it right here? I’m dying to taste your other lips. I bet they’re silky and wet. Don’t move.”
He asked the impossible because she couldn’t prevent her hands from clutching his shoulders even more tightly. When she tried to grind on his stiff phallus, he blocked her. “Zac.”
He continued his unhurried exploration of the tattoo and directed her hand to his erection. “This is a cocked and fully loaded weapon. So unless you’re on birth control, then we have to avoid any friendly fire incidents.”
She wrinkled her nose; he had a good point. During her sexual dry spell for the past several months, she’d let her birth control prescription lapse. A situation she regretted because apparently she could’ve ridden this doctor hard a month ago and not suffered of a case of stupefying lust for weeks.
“I’m on nothing, but the condoms are in the bedroom.” She tried to lead them back out the door.
“Not yet.” He stopped her by unhooking her bra from behind. It fell to the floor, and Danika stayed motionless, hoping she didn’t disappoint.
