This room should be bigger. I should have her laid out, panties off, legs spread, and all the time in the world.
She’s not an appetizer; she’s a feast.
But I’ll have to make do.
I find the crook of her left knee and lift it up, putting her foot against the chair in the corner. Spreading her even wider.
“That’s it,” I tell her, and kiss her again. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Ishouldbe going down on her.
I fucking want to. But I’m proving a point here, that I can do to her what she did to me, and that was only using a hand. A quick glance at the clock tells me I have six more minutes.
I keep toying with her clit using my right hand. The left smooths up her bent knee, her inner thigh, until I find the soft wetness of her entrance. I stroke her there and keep up the pressure on her clit. She’s breathing fast, her chest rising and falling.
I keep my lips against hers.
“Be angry at me, hmm?” I tell her. “Not your body. Look how good it’s doing.” I push my index finger inside. The angle is tight, and she gasps when I’m buried to the second knuckle.
Fuck, she feels good. Everything inside me wants to free my aching cock and sink inside. She’s hot, too. Blazing.
I stroke her inside, curling my fingers.
She’s starting to whimper a little. They’re quiet sounds, half muffled. She’s close. I keep circling her clit, increasing the pleasure. There’s a flush in her cheeks and furious resignation in her eyes.
I switch to French, speaking the words against her lips. I tell her how pretty she is, how perfect her pussy is, how she should let me make her feel good.
Her hand finds my hair, and she grips tight. “Tell me,” she says, “what you just said.”
“Don’t hold back. Don’t I owe you that?” I look down, my finger still buried inside her heat. I speed up the circles on her clit and then I slap it lightly. A few quick, hard taps. “You’re perfect like this, darling. Come for me. Let me make you feel good.”
Her body shakes, and she whimpers against my mouth. “Rafe,” she whispers.
“That’s it,amore. Just like that.”
She comes. I hold her through it and kiss her lips to hide the moans that escape her. I always knew she’d be loud. The satisfaction of being right makes my cock throb, and I hold her tight when her body goes limp.
I keep touching her gently. She was cruel with me, hard and fast, and it made me come harder than I had in years. But I want to prove to her that she can accept softness from me, too.Kill them with kindness.
I glance down at the phone. “And look at that, darling. I only needed seven minutes.”
“I hate you,” she whispers. Her skin is flushed and her breathless words are entirely unconvincing. There’s a glazed look to her eyes that I could make my religion.
I kiss her temple. “And since we have more time…”
I drop to my knees in front of her.
CHAPTER 50
PAIGE
“Here,” he says, and taps the center of his chest. “Put your foot here.”
“You can’t be serious,” I whisper. Pleasure is making my vision feel hazy, the remnants of my orgasm still lingering. It’s been a long time since anyone has made me come like that.
“Yes. I still owe you one more.”
I slide my foot out of the loafer I’m wearing and gently place it against his chest. He kisses my ankle, eyes locked on the apex of my thighs. Where he just pushed my panties aside and touched me like he already knew what I liked.
