The jingle of Peabody’s tags fills the room as he trots over to me. I squat down next to him and stroke my hands over his face.
“Hey, buddy, where have you been?”
I lift my gaze to a pair of legs in pajama pants and keep climbing to reach the face of my Viking.
“Everything okay, pip?” Dante holds a hand down to me.
I take it and feel that now familiar zing of electricity between us as he lifts me to my feet. “Just wondering where Peabody was and getting some water.”
Dante looks less than convinced, but his eyes drop to the thin fabric covering my breasts. They grow heavy and my nipples harden beneath his gaze. I bite my lip and press my thighs together at the growing wetness.
He gives me a wary smirk. “Feeling needy, pip?”
Fuck, those words make everything inside me burst into flames. I wet my lips. “I was needy earlier too, boss.”
His hands go to my waist and he lifts me onto the counter. “Fuck, what are you wearing? This barely covers you.”
I shrug as his hand skates up the inside of my thigh. I place my palms on his bare chest. He’s warm and solid beneath my hands. My fingertips buzz.
“Will you kiss me again?” I whisper, like we could be caught at any moment. Because we could. Part of me really wants to be caught and the other part wants to see how this goes. Just him and me.
He captures my chin and tips it up. His pale blue eyes search mine as his thumb trails over my lower lip. Sparks light through my veins.
“Even though you might finally have Wyatt, you still want me, pip?” His head lowers.
My breath catches in anticipation. “Yes, Dante. I want you. I want all of you. Please, kiss me.”
He kisses me and brushes his fingers over my damp panties. I gasp and slide my fingers into his hair. His tongue grazes against mine as he explores every inch of my mouth. He sets me on fire.
He jerks my panties to the side so he can touch my bare skin.
“So wet for me, pip.”
He presses his fingers inside me as his thumb glides over my clit. His fingers curl against that spot and rub. A hum of electric lust flows through me. My lips part and he smiles against them.
“That’s it. Feel that right there, Sara? That’s the spot that’s going to make you see stars.” He slides his fingers out and presses them back in, hitting that spot again. I moan at the buzz.
“Dante.” I can’t move the way he has me pressed on the counter. My knees are on either side of him. My butt is on the edge. I want to rock my hips. I make a frustrated noise in the back of my throat.
“No, pip. I’m going to make you come and send you off to bed with a huge grin on your face.” His lips take mine again as he keeps his hand moving inside me, stroking me, pushing me higher.
I run my hands down his chest and hard abs to dip into his pajama pants. I grasp his hard, thick cock and he groans. Now it’s my turn to smile into our kiss. I stroke his length with both hands, spreading his precum down over his smooth skin.
“Fuck, pip,” he whispers into my mouth.
He curls his fingers again and thrusts harder and faster until I can’t hold back anymore. Needy noises fill the room around us. His mouth closes over mine as I cry out and shatter in his arms. As promised, stars burst behind my eyelids. My toes curl as the delicious orgasm runs through me.
Part of me longs to guide his cock to my entrance, to feel him press inside me and fill me, stretch me. To pulse around his thickness instead of his fingers.
Instead, I work his cock with my hands, twisting around and sliding them up and down, until he groans into our kiss and his hot seed coats my hands.
We break apart, both of us panting. Catching his eyes, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his cum off. His eyes darken. He captures the back of my head and kisses me deeply, like he’s trying to taste himself on my tongue.
An aftershock courses through my pussy, clutching around his fingers.
“You know anyone can walk into the kitchen.” Finn’s voice makes both of us freeze.
Dante removes his fingers from my pussy and straightens my panties. I take my hand out of his pants as he backs away. He lifts me off the counter and lowers me to my feet.
