He dips his tongue inside, all the while watching me and reading my reaction. A moan slips from my lips. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I throw my head back and give myself over to the sensations. He doesn’t spare me. He takes his time in bringing me to the edge. I’m delirious with need before he lets me go over. I’m still riding out the aftershocks when he straightens and unbuckles his belt.
He unzips before taking a foil packet from his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth. He frees his cock and pumps a couple of times into his fist. I’m leaning back on my arms, his hips wedged between my knees, unable to look away from how erotic he makes the act of rolling on a condom appear.
Gripping the base, he presses the crest against my opening. As if he knows what’s going to happen, that the savage punch of his hips is going to shatter me, he braces me with one big hand at the back of my head. And then he thrusts.
A scream pushes up in my throat, but before it can escape, he slams his free hand over my mouth. He traps the sounds tearing from my chest as he beats out a harsh rhythm, finding a pace that works for him.
The pleasure is searing. Every nerve-ending in my body combusts into flames. I bite down on the hand he offers, muffling my sounds as I drown in him. He took his time in making me come, but he’s impatient with his own need, chasing his release quickly and efficiently. I should be concerned about Emily or Jazz walking in on us, but I’m so lost in Dante that I can’t bring myself to care.
He climaxes after a few long, hard strokes, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. He removes his hand from my mouth and tangles our tongues in a slow, passionate kiss.
When he finally breaks the kiss, my lips feel swollen. I don’t have to look in a mirror to know I have stubble burn on my chin.
He presses a last chaste kiss on my lips before pulling out. I miss the feeling of his cum on my thighs. There’s something deeply intimate about him coming inside me.
His actions are as meticulous and efficient as always when he gets rid of the condom and cleans himself with a paper towel. He discards everything in the trash before washing his hands and adjusting his clothes. Then he presses a kiss between my thighs and gently closes my legs. The look in his eyes is no less heated when he pulls the nightdress down to cover me.
I hold on to his shoulders when he lifts me to my feet.
His mouth tilts in one corner. “I think your tea is cold.”
“That’s all right.” Interlinking my fingers at his nape, I rest my cheek on his chest and breathe in his manly scent. “I’m feeling sleepy now.”
“Good.” He kisses the top of my head and scoops me up in his arms. “In that case, I can take you to bed.”
I can’t help the shiver of anticipation that travels through me at the nuanced promise behind his words.
Chapter
Eighteen
Dante
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Jasper stops in front of my desk and cocks a hip. “You were asking for me?”
Suppressing a sigh, I close my laptop. The caffeine from my morning coffee has barely kicked in. I’m not ready to deal with her attitude.
The best way to shut her up is to just take her phone and purse from the drawer and hand them to her.
She stares at the items in her hands as if they’re two-headed snakes.
My tone is dry. “A simple thank you will do.”
“Fuck you.”
There we go.
I narrow my eyes. “I’d choose my language more carefully if I were you.”
She holds up the phone. “What’s this supposed to mean?”
Dismissing her with a wave of my hand, I open my laptop again and turn my attention back to the screen. “You’re free to go.”
Instead of being pleased, she sounds downright angry. “Just like that?”
I look back at her. Yep, definitely angry.
