“No…please…”
“Ahh…Sasha…there’s that word again.” He nipped at my lower lip and my breath bubbled out in a moan.
His dark eyebrow rose, and he kept taunting me,“Please…please…God, please…”I wanted to hide my face at his mocking tone. “Pleasewhat, Sasha? What is it that you want?” His thumb was on my clit and his finger buried deep. Yet again, he’d brought me to the brink in less time than it took for me to remember my name.
And then, of course, he stopped. It was obviously today’s new little game. I’d been babbling mindlessly before we left for the restaurant this evening.
“Please…” My voice broke. I’d said the word despite myself, dammit. His lips were hovering over mine and the word disappeared into his mouth. Then he was straightening the skirt of my dress down over my knees, and I realized that the car was pulling up outside the front of the apartment block. There was a pause before Horatio got the door and I figured he was giving us a moment to compose ourselves. As he swung it open, Prince slid out smoothly, reaching for my hand to help me from the car. He barely had a hair out of place, his features as implacable and calm as if we’d been discussing the weather. And here I was, a hot, wet mess.
“Thank you, Horatio,” he said to our driver. I simply nodded, not trusting my voice, as my fiancée led me to the front entrance.
Holy shit!
My fiancée!
As the elevator doors swooshed open, I stepped in behind him, then shifted uncomfortably as he turned and faced me full on. He crossed his arms over his massive chest, cocking his head slightly as he looked at me. His dark hair brushed against the collar of his black button-down shirt and I desperately wanted to run my fingers through it.
“What do you want, Sasha?” he asked again. Every night he’d asked it. Every night, we both knew the answer. The one I couldn’t say out loud.
I wantedhim!
More than my next damn breath, I wanted him inside me. He’d turned me into some kind of sex-crazed animal whose only thought was to consume him with every cell of myself. His lips, his hands, his tongue…it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him in me.
Goddammit, I wanted his cock!
I felt my cheeks flush just thinking about it. I’d forgotten how many times I’d examined that ridiculous dildo, remembering what he’d said to me that day. It would prepare me forhim. I could barely think about it! Yet my thighs were sticky with my effort tonotthink about it.
“What do you want, Sasha?” His voice was like silk. I bit back a sob. “Say it, Sasha.” I shook my head and covered my face. He still wasn’t moving. “Just. Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
