But that didn’t stop her from taking the last bite of her steak and moaning as she savored every last bite. As for me, I’d barely touched my food. I couldn’t stop watching her, thinking about her mouth wrapped around my cock.
“Are you not hungry?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, humor sparkling in their depths.
“I have other things on my mind,” I rumbled as I pressed my hand against my jeans, telling my cock to stand down.
Fuck, I was never going to get through the rest of this dinner.
But to my surprise, Bailey stood from her chair, snatching her glass of wine along the way, and sauntered over to me. As she lifted her leg and swung it over my lap, my hands immediately went to her thighs, clutching her tightly as she lowered herself directly over my cock.
“Mr. Parker, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were having a hard time focusing tonight.” Red wine stained her lips as she took another sip. “Is there anything I can do to help with your concentration?”
My calloused fingers slid up to her bare hips, tightening painfully as I thought of her warm pussy resting right over my cock. “You’ve been fucking with my concentration for the better part of ten years,” I admitted gruffly.
A single hand slid up my chest, tangling in the longer strands of hair that brushed against my ear, before she leaned in. My heart stuttered in my chest as her tongue flicked against my ear.
“Maybe it’s time we did something about that.”
Her hips flexed against mine, and that’s when I lost it. My fist shot up, gripping her blonde locks as I drew her toward me. My lips hovered just over hers for only a second before I crushed my mouth against hers.
The potent oak flavor of the wine was vibrant on her tongue, but any thoughts of how she tasted quickly vanished when her nails scraped down my chest, tearing the buttons open.
“Bailey,” I murmured against her lips, terrified I was going to lose it before I had the chance to treat her right.
“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about touching you?” she whispered, her teeth nipping at my ear. Her body rocked against mine as she slid her nail over my nipple, scratching me slightly.
“All I think about at night is what it would be like to have your cock inside me. To feel your body pressed against mine. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she panted.
Gripping her around the hips, I was out of the chair in an instant, flinging it backward in my haste.
But as she wrapped her legs around my waist and sucked my tongue into her mouth, I knew I’d never make it to the bedroom. Spinning, I laid her out on the couch, my lips instantly latching onto her neck.
Tastes exploded on my tongue as I kissed the column of her throat, working my way down the V of her shirt.
One by one, I flicked the buttons open, exposing a little more skin every time until I could finally peel both sides of the shirt apart, revealing those beautiful breasts I hadn’t given enough attention to earlier tonight.
Peaked and rosy, they were fucking perfect. Sliding my tongue over one, it took everything in me not to bite her, to mark her with my teeth.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled, sitting back just enough to see her spread out for me. A small tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs immediately drew my attention.
With a small tug, she cried out, her clit pulsing against my fingers as if she hadn’t been touched in years. And hell if that didn’t make me want to explode right then.
With a single knuckle, I brushed my finger against her clit, watching as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy from the single touch. Slidingmy knuckle down to her entrance, I bucked against it, pulsing the crook of my finger in and out.
“When was the last time, Bailey?”
Shattered breathing made it impossible for her to answer, so I pressed a little harder while sliding my fingers up to her breast, giving her nipple a firm tug.
“Bailey, I want the answer.”
Glazed eyes met mine in defiance. She wasn’t going to tell me. Fuck, that only made me want to drag out her torture even more.
“Tell me yours,” she finally asked, her hips bucking as I brushed my knuckle against her clit again.
“That’s not how this works.”
“You can always walk away,” she countered, challenging me in a way I never expected.
Was I really willing to walk away until I had the answers I was looking for?
