“Nope, everything went smoothly. Almost too smoothly, like maybe you’ve done this a time or ten.” I take a much-needed sip of roasted grain and oak wood, resisting the urge to smile at Sera’s response.
“I think we both know that’s not true. You’re the first woman to have a key to my place, my sister included.” Her shoulders visibly relax, and I close the remaining distance between us, stepping into her personal space until the heat from our combined bodies radiates around us. I wrap my arm around her lower stomach and guide her to look at the cityscape, my front to her back, and feel her hold her breath. Our reflection in the darkened window does nothing to showcase her beauty.
“Rafe.” I raise my hand. The cool tip of my index finger brushes against the nape of her neck, right at her hairline. She gasps softly, her eyes closing in the window. Meanwhile, my finger slips down the curve of her spine, slowly tracing each ridge before trailing back up and moving along the slope of her shoulder. My touch is agonizingly light yet leaves goose bumps in its wake.
“You look beautiful, Sera,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. Being this close, I can feel her body shiver. “Just like this, where there aren’t any interruptions, no phones ringing, noemails pinging, and nobody that can hear your sweet moans or see what I’m going to do with every inch of your body.” My lips blaze a trail beneath her ear to the pulse beating at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re not playing fair.” I hold her in place when she tries to turn around.
“Guilty as charged.” Her ass arches into my groin. I press my cock into her, pushing her body closer to the glass. “But before I completely lose my mind, we need to eat.”
“Not exactly sure what, since your pantry and refrigerator are completely bare,” she breathes, leaning back another inch and giving me more of her weight.
“That’s why I ordered your favorite, Italian. And trust me, Sera, what I plan on doing to you tonight, you’re going to need the energy.” This time when she turns around, I allow it.
“Is that so?” She has a slight pout on her lips that are begging for my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, it is. Also, like that, you got the lay of the land, which means less work for me for later.” Her cheeks brighten with color. I dip my head, nudge her nose with mine before taking her mouth. Too bad it won’t last nearly as long as I want. The food should be delivered in just a few minutes, and the last thing I want is to start something I can’t finish.
11
SERAPHINA
Dinner is an absolute blur of Rafe feeding me bits of pasta, stealing kisses, and pouring more wine while never taking his eyes off me. The moment I claim I am full, we push the take-out containers to the side, and the side of Rafe I had in the office before and after the board meeting, along with the one who pressed me against the windows, has come full circle. Raw and demanding, he takes my hand, not saying a single word as he leads me down the dimly lit hallway and into his master bedroom.
The room is dominated by a massive king-size bed covered in dark silk sheets. The only illumination comes from the city lights filtering through the same floor-to-ceiling windows as in the living room.
“Rafe.” He spins me around before backing me up near the foot of the bed, and with a flick of his dexterous fingers, the thin straps of my dress slide down my shoulders. The loose fabric pools at my feet with one solid whoosh, and I’m left standing before him in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
“Christ, Sera,” Rafe groans, a sound torn from the depth of his chest, and his hand instantly land on my hips. I assumed myback would meet the mattress, but instead, he sits down and I’m left standing between his spread thighs.
“I think you’re a bit overdressed.” I drop to my knees, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, and he takes full advantage of me doing so. His hand travels up the curve of my stomach, causing me to suck in a breath when he cups my full, heavy breasts. My eyes close, and I’m unable to contain the long sigh that leaves my lips.
“I’m not sure what I want to do more, play with you or help you get rid of my clothes so I can watch you ride my cock.” His words do nothing to stop the desire currently flooding my senses. I don’t respond, because the only noise I can make are moans and sighs. Rafe’s hands come away from my body, the ripping of clothes echoes in the room, the clinking of a belt, the rasp of a zipper, and then I’m greeted with his bare body. There isn’t an article of clothing left on his firm, muscular form. And then he lies back, pulling me up the entire length of him until I’m sitting on his face. “Hope you don’t like these.” His voice is muffled and does all kinds of amazing things to me through the lace.
“Like what?” I manage to get out right when I hear and feel what he’s ripped off my body. I fall over, my forearms meeting the soft quilt, fingers digging in when Rafe takes one long languid lick from my entrance to my clit. My eyes squeeze shut, my body shudders, and I know I’m in for the ride of my life. Rafe eats, my god, does he eat. He doesn’t dick around. He takes what he wants, tasting me,all of me.
The air in the room is thick with the slick, sweet scent of my arousal and Rafe’s low, possessive growl. His large hands dig into the plush cushion of my ass, pulling me closer. An act I didn’t think possible. The five-o’clock shadow of his beard abrades my inner thighs, adding to the already tumultuous sensations. The contrast is intoxicating—rough to my ultra-sensitive bare skin, making me dripping wet. Rafe opens his mouth wide, taking all of me in. His tongue glides up my center in heavy, drenched strokes and forces a ragged sob from my throat. He circles my clit clockwise, then counter-clockwise, before returning, using the thick, broad flat of his tongue to lap at me with a relentlessness that can only be described as Rafe.
“Rafe.” I’m delirious with desire. He buries his face so deeply between my legs, it makes me desperate. I rock my body, arch my hips, and I nearly lose momentum when he slides two fingers inside my wet center. He meets my rhythm match for match, working overtime as he continues building me up. Jaw working hard, tongue swirling around my clit in tight, agonizingly perfect circles.
“Don’t you dare hold back, Sera,” he mutters against my slick flesh. The vibration only adds a fresh wave of tremors through my thighs. I’m so close to the edge, yet I’m trying to escape the overwhelming friction. Rafe’s grip on my ass turns to iron, pinning me down against his mouth, refusing to let me move as his tongue flicks faster, harder, and driving me over the edge.
“Oh fuck.” He doesn’t stop, not when my walls clamp tightly around his fingers or while I shudder through a blinding, overwhelming, shattering climax. His hands roam upward, pulling me down until we’re face to face.
“Not done with you, Sera. Your choice when it comes to the condom. You want me to wear one, grab my wallet. If you’re good to take me bare, that’s up to you, too.” My wetness coats his lips and chin, but neither of us cares. Me tasting myself on him adds another level of hotness. His tongue sweeps along the seam of my lips. One small gasp, and he’s tangling his fingers in my hair, tilting my head the way he wants it so he can kiss me like a man who’s taking his last breath. He tastes like whisky and hunger. One hand slides down my spine, memorizing every dip and divot, until his palm is at my waist and rocking meagainst his very thick, very heavy cock. “What’s it going to be, Seraphina?”
“What’s what going to be?” I ask, confused, pulling back from his drugging kiss.
“Condom or no condom? I’m clean. Got tested the minute you walked through the door.” I’d laugh if it weren’t for his cock nudging at my entrance. I sit up and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly twisting my wrist while moving it up and down. My eyes watch Rafe’s. He’s biting his lower lip, blowing out a puff of air, and trying to hold back from taking over.
“No condom. I’m clean, too, and birth control is right here.” I show him my upper inner arm, the implant I have beneath my skin.
“Fuck, yeah.” A wicked, beautiful smile spreads across his face. Gone is the grumpy boss I’ve come to love. In its place is a man who is a mix of a bit of happiness and a whole lot of dominance. It doesn’t end in the office, either, it’s clear as day this man exudes that control in the bedroom as well. I may be on top, but there’s no doubt in my mind I’ll be riding him how he wants me to. “You want it, Sera?” he asks on a gravelly whisper.
“Yes, please.” Rafe shifts, settling on his back more and anchoring his large hand on my hips.
“Take it, then.” His eyes are wide, dark, and utterly consuming me. “Ride me, Seraphina. Let me watch as you fuck my cock with your hot little cunt.” The sheer intimacy of his command sends a bolt of lightning directly to my core.
