I giggle, smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt. “Yes, Mr. Adler.” Slowly, I lift the fabric over my head. But before I can completely remove it, I’m swept up into his arms. “Hart!”
His mouth captures mine hungrily, wasting no time. I moan into his mouth as his tongue sweeps across mine, and I melt against him.
I can barely breathe as he walks me backward until my back hits the wall. The wallpaper is smooth and cool against my bare skin, and Hartley hoists me up with his hands under my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and thread my fingers through his hair as we continue to kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
He presses kisses across my jaw and down my throat, nipping me in the crook of my neck. I shriek, mostly from the sensitivity of my body and the adrenaline ripping through melike a wildfire. Our bodies are pressed together, but I want to be closer. I want—I need—to feel him all over me.Inside me.
“You’re showing strong indications,” I say, arching my back and giving him access to my chest, “of being an expert in your field.” His mouth slides over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. “Bonus point.”
He chuckles, pulling me away from the wall and turning to the side. My leg hits the lamp on the table beside the bed. It crashes to the floor, but we don’t stop to assess the damage.
“How many more points do I need?” he asks, tossing me onto the bed.
I grin up at him, my body buzzing. “At least twenty.” I hold up a finger. “But for every orgasm I receive, you get five more.”
He grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “I got this in the bag.”
I hope you do.“Prove it.”
My breath quickens as he licks his lips, staring down at my pussy. The anticipation might kill me … if the throbbing in my clit doesn’t do me in first.
His calloused hands grip my thighs and spread me wide open, making me shiver from his touch and the air rolling across my dampened skin. I’d feel embarrassed for any other man to be kneeling between my legs, pressing kisses up the inside of my leg.But with Hartley?Not a bit.
My head digs into the mattress, and my back arches to make his job easier.
“I love making you come on my face before I fuck you,” he says, forcing my legs wider. His tongue strokes a long line, stopping just before the apex of my thighs. I shiver as he blows across my flesh. “It settles you down a bit.” A finger toys at my opening. “And, my God, I love the taste of you.”
“Then do it,” I say through a groan. “I’m not going to stop you.”
“Play with your tits,” he says, flicking my clit with his tongue. I half moan, half cry as the flames shooting through me nearly burn. “I want to watch you while I eat you out.”
I cup my breasts, bringing them together as he slides a finger through my slit.
“You have the best tits,” he says, as I play with my nipples for him. “I dream about them sometimes.”
“What kinds of dreams?”
“About sucking them.” He growls, inserting a finger into me. “Fucking them.” He adds another finger. “Coming all over them.”
I moan. “Yes, yes, and yes. Please.”
He chuckles. “I love the please.”
“Thenpleasefuck me.”
I gasp as his face lowers between my thighs, and his tongue traces a circle around my opening before dipping into it. My legs shake as my back comes off the bed, my nipples pinched between my fingers. It’s all feelings in all the places—just how I like it.
He licks around my swollen bud like he has all the time in the world. Each swipe is intentional with just enough pressure to drive me wild.
Then he flicks my clit, sending shooting stars across my vision.
“Oh, damn,” I say, hissing in the air. He adds a finger and I’m ready to fall apart. “I’ve missed this.”
He pulls back long enough to get my attention. I lift my head to see him smirk.
