“Caleb...” Her voice trembles with need.
I pull my hand free and lift it to my mouth to savor the taste of her on my fingers. “God, you taste incredible.”
The way she watches me drives me wild, but I know we need to be careful. This is Dominic de Luca’s home.
“I want more,” I whisper fiercely. “But not here.”
“Me too,” she murmurs, locking those gorgeous blue eyes onto mine as she gestures toward the door behind me. “The door is locked.”
“Dom’s in a meeting with Dante.”
“I can be quick.” She smiles as I lower her legs to the floor.
I drop to my knees, inhaling deeply, letting her scent fill my lungs.
My nose glides over the soft fabric of her panties, drawing out another moan from deep within her chest. I slide my tongue over the fabric and savor every little gasp that escapes her lips.
I crave the taste of her, the feel of her beneath my tongue.
I slide her panties to one side, my heartbeat racing as the first touch of my tongue to her clit sends a thrill straight through to my cock.
God, I want her so much.
Her fingers grab my hair, pulling me closer as I enjoy every moment of this.
Her legs tremble against me as I lick and suck her clit, drawing out every gasp and moan from her lips.
I want to devour her, to own every inch of her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I slide a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and the tightness I’m craving to feel around my cock.
She’s panting now, her body trembling with need. “Oh my god.” The words barely escape her lips.
My finger curls inside her, teasing the spot that makes her moan louder. “I’m going to take it all on Saturday, Amara. You are going to be mine,” I whisper, my breath hot against her skin.
“Caleb—” My name sounds so sweet now.
She whispers my name again, her body shaking.
“Oh—” she cries out, and my cock hardens to an almost painful degree.
I want to claim her now, to take her against this wall and make her mine.
But a door slams outside, and we’re both jolted back to reality.
In a mad scramble, we right ourselves, hastily adjusting our clothes. Amara’s face is flushed, her eyes shining with the aftermath of her orgasm.
I grab her waist at the door, holding her close for a moment before we part.
She slides the door open and with a hasty smile, Amara says, “Thanks for thetalk, Caleb.”
I nod, trying to match her casual tone. “No problem. Ask Poppy to call when she wants to be picked up.”
“I’ll drop her home,” she says as we share a last brief, but charged glance, and then she turns to leave.
Hopefully, on Saturday, she will truly be mine.
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