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Right now, she would have climbed mountains and moved trees to please him. Rebecca nodded.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Why his praise made her hormones swoon and her body tingle she didn’t know. The next moment she didn’t care as he continued to assault her body with so much pleasure and sensations. It was almost torturous.
She mewled like a kitten and gripped the slats as he palmed her breast and teased the nipple with featherlight touches. The areola bunched and the tip turned rigid to the point of pain.
“So responsive,” Dante praised. He played with her other nipple as he cupped and shaped her breasts until each peak pulsed with the beat of her heart. She sank into the moment as he explored her body and found every weak spot and hot button—until he knew her body better than she did.
He moved down her body until he settled between her legs. Running his hands over her thighs, he spread her legs farther apart and stared right at her pussy. Before she could worry or become self-conscious, his words slid over her like a sweet caress. “Beautifully plump, pretty, and slick. My dick is getting harder as I stare at the sight in front of me. But my dick will have to wait a little longer. First, I’m planning to make you come, little stowaway.”
Come? Oh yes, please. She hadn’t come in years, just endured. But this was different… Dante was different.
His fingers slid over her folds, and she gasped when his warm breath touched her mound. He ran his tongue over her clit in small circles while flicking his tongue at the sensitive nub.
He hummed, sending vibrations over her sensitive folds. “You smell and taste like fruit—sweet and a little tart.”
She gasped. All of her senses seemed to narrow down to her pussy. She wanted his mouth back to please her, but she did not know how to ask. If she should ask. Rebecca tilted her pelvis, silently begging for more.
Dante let out a low, sexy chuckle and gave her more.
Fuck! His tongue danced over her clit in a wicked and carnal pattern. With his forearm over her lower belly, he pressed her into the mattress, keeping her still for his ministration.
Rebecca’s fingers flexed around the headboard, but she didn’t let go.
His free hand slid between her legs, and a long finger pressed inside her, curving up to rub against her G-spot.
“Dante!”
His tongue kept up the rhythm against her clit, while he rubbed the inside with teasing flicks. The sensations increased and thickened. Everything inside her gathered toward the earth-shattering moment of climax.
Every muscle in her body tensed and she sucked in a breath—and held it. His lips closed over her clit, and he sucked. In a flood of sensation, her world spun out of control as waves of pleasure rolled through and over her.
“Fuuckk!” she yelled as the ecstasy transported her to another realm.
Dante eased the pressure but didn’t relent, pushing her to the point where she was a quivering mess. As she gasped for breath, her heart shuddered wildly.
It took her a few moments to float back to earth. She became aware of Dante’s muffled chuckle and realized she had her fingers curled in his hair and was pressing his face against her groin. “Oh, shit.” She released her hold. “I’m sorry.”
Pressing himself up on his elbows, Dante grinned. “I guess I should use bondage on you the next time.”
Her pussy clenched, and his pupils dilated.
“It seems that’s something that interests you. Good to know.” He crawled up the mattress and stretched out beside her. Propping himself up on one arm, he used his other hand to caress her body with long, languid strokes. “You are gorgeous when you come.” He kissed her. First, his lips covered hers with a gentle touch, and she could taste herself on him. Then, he kissed her deeper with more carnality, dipping his tongue in and out of her mouth in an imitation of sex.
Rebecca reciprocated every slide and stroke as she melted into his arms and gave over to his care.
CHAPTER 20
The next afternoon, Rebecca stepped into their shared living space, the familiar hum of her day at the shop still buzzing in her ears. The room felt different, though. The serious tone of Dante’s conversation, even through the door, was the first clue. She nudged the door open with her hip and walked in to find Dante immersed in an online meeting, his face lit by the glow of the laptop screen.
“That’s wonderful news. Thank you, Roger.” Dante’s words filled the room with relief and something else—something that knotted in Rebecca’s stomach. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he responded to the face on the screen. The voice that came next carried a hint of camaraderie and relief and was unfamiliar to Rebecca.
“No problem. It’s a pleasure to have you on our side for a change,” said the disembodied voice, laced with a history Rebecca wasn’t part of.
Our side?
Rebecca’s brows knit together as she tried to unpack the words.
