I squirm, suddenly self-conscious. "Don’t stare."
He drags his eyes back up to mine, heat banked but intense. "I'm going to do a hell of a lot more than stare."
He drops to one knee, spreading my knees wide.
"Don—"
"Relax," he orders gently, hands sliding up my calves, over my knees, to my thighs. "Let me take care of you."
And I do.
Because at this point, resistance is not only futile, it's stupid.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee, then another, higher, each brush of his mouth slower than the last—more erotic and agonizing with every second that passes.
By the time his lips reach where I need them most, I’m already panting.
He pauses, breath hot against my sensitive skin. "Jesus, sweetheart."
Then his tongue is on me,and I jolt.
A strangled sound punches out of my chest as my delectable boss licks a long, slow stripe up the length of my pussy.
Stroking slowly with his mouth, he savors me like he has all night, then settles into a rhythm—firm, focused, devastating.
"Fuck," I gasp, one hand flying to his hair, fingers threading through the dark, silver strands. "Oh my God—"
"That's it," he rumbles against me, the vibrations making me shudder. "Let me hear you. I want to know exactly how good I make this pussy feel."
"You're obscene.”
"You're delicious." He seals his mouth around my clit and sucks, at the same time sliding one long finger inside me, then another, curling them just right as white static explodes behind my eyes.
"Don—oh God, I'm—" The orgasm builds fast, faster than Ican brace for. "I'm going to—"
He groans into me, not easing up in the slightest. Fingers pumping at an increasing pace as his tongue works fast, soft strokes over my clit. "That's it. Come for me, baby. Let me taste it.”
The filthy encouragement shoves me over the edge.
I break, clenching around his fingers, back bowing, a sharp cry ripped from my throat, and all the while, Donovan keeps working me through it, tongue and fingers relentless but attuned, riding out every tremor until I finally sag, boneless, against the cool marble.
Only then does he ease off, pressing one last soft kiss to my inner thigh.
My breath stutters as he straightens, impossibly tall from this angle, his shirt clinging to every line of muscle, hair messed from my fingers, eyes dark with need.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lips curving. "You taste even better when you’re happy."
"You're a menace," I exhale, still breathless.
"Maybe." He reaches for his belt, pulling the leather through the buckle. "But I'm your menace."
His gaze dips briefly to my still-bare lower body, then back to my face. "You still good, gorgeous?”
"I'm…" I swallow, surprised by the sudden prick of emotion. "I'm good. Really good."
Something softens in his expression. "Good."
Then the softness shifts back into hunger.
