Fuck.
Candi sits on the leather sofa facing me, decked out in some seriously stunning lingerie, her hair cascading in auburn waves around her shoulders. Her legs are spread wide, with one foot on the seat cushion, the other on the floor.
“There you are,” she practically purrs.
I can’t look her over fast enough. She’s in a black leather bodysuit with laces up the front, slightly untied so her generous breasts nearly spill over the top. Elastic straps cross her waist, her hips, her thighs, drawing my eye to every ball-tightening curve of her body. I’m practically drooling. Black high heels make her legs look a mile long, and a leather choker accentuates the taut line of her slender neck.
“Hi,” is all I can manage to say as I watch her stand gracefully and retrieve a tumbler of whiskey from the table beside her.
My pulse ratchets even higher, my cock coming to life as she approaches me.
“Thought you might like a drink,” she says, pushing the tumbler into my chest.
Ice rattles against the glass. I absently cup my hand around it. I am literally speechless.
“You know, Mr. Bellanti,” she scolds, “you brought me here to fall for you, but the way I see it, I’m the one doing all the work.”
Spinning on her toe, she saunters back to the sofa and picks up her godforsaken cat off the floor, petting it slowly as she sinks back down onto the cushions. They’re both staring at me, but there’s something about that cat’s eyes. I swear, it’s like he’s judging me.
But right now, I don’t give a fuck. Because Candi Gallagher is seducing me.
“You’re right,” I tell her. “I’ve neglected you.”
“You have,” she agrees, pouting out her lush lower lip as she strokes the cat. “Would you like to correct that?”
I take a hard swallow of the whiskey and set the glass on a desk. “God, yes.”
“Good.”
With a smirk, she sets the cat on the floor. He wanders to the corner to lick his paws. Candi stands up again and walks back toward me.
“Now, Mr. Bellanti,” she croons. “The last time we fucked, you were in such a hurry to put your tongue inside me that certainotherareas were…a bit neglected.”
“Really…” I murmur, utterly caught in her spell.
Her sultry eyes, her dirty talk, her fucking walk, all of it mesmerizes me. The sway of her hips, the length of her legs, the way her stride makes her tits bounce. Stopping in front of me, she grabs my hands and places them on her breasts. Then she pouts again.
“Thesedidn’t get sucked. If you pull the laces just a little bit, you’ll be able to make it up to me.”
A muscle jumps in the side of my jaw. Controlling my breathing, I close my fingers around her breasts, relishing the firm mounds beneath my palms.
There’s something Candi doesn’t know about me yet—and if she keeps this up, she’s going to find out sooner than I’d intended. Her sexy grin taunts me, as if she’s urging me to show her right now. My cock hardens fully at the thought. Oh, how the tables could turn…but I like her little game, so I’ll play into her hand.
She tugs at the bodysuit’s laces and the sides come apart a little more, her breasts pushing forward, nearly free of their leather cage. A groan slips out of me. Quirking the side of her mouth, clearly pleased at the effect she’s having on me, Candi takes my hand and tucks it between her legs. With a soft moan, she gets up on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear.
“Thismisses you.”
Another groan rumbles from deep inside me, louder this time. I don’t move. I can’t. Not yet, not until I have complete control.
“Oh come on, Armani. You bring me to this big, empty house and then you turn around and leave me alone in bed every night. Don’t you have any idea howbadI want you to—”
That’s it. My hand wraps around her throat, my thumb running along the choker. She goes still, her eyes widening as I restrain her. I hear her breaths quicken as I walk her backward, one slow, deliberate step at a time, my grip gentle but firm on her throat, never breaking eye contact until she hits the sofa and instinctively sits down on it.
“Armani,” she breathes.
One of her breasts pops free from the bodice. Her nipple is tight and hard with her desire. She’s about to say something else, but I unzip my pants and release my cock, then take her chin in my hand. I search her gaze, seeking the willingness there. And I find it.
Grinning, I bring the tip to her plush lips. She opens for me immediately, drawing me down her throat and sucking me hard on the way out. Soft moans work from her hot, wet mouth, vibrating around my shaft. She takes all that I give her, relaxing her jaw for each brutal thrust.
