In seconds, she kicked off her shoes, stripped off her shirt and pants before she jumped into his arms and wrapped herself around him. They came together in an explosive kisswhile she ground into him. He held her in his arms while he tongued her with a ferocity that had her crying out with desire. The harder he kissed her, the wetter she became.
“More, more,” she rasped out. “I gotta have you.”
He set her in the middle of the sofa, knelt between her legs, and tugged off her panties, then reached around and unhooked her bra, but he didn’t pull it away. Instead, he captured her face in his hands and dropped one more panty-searing kiss on her lips.
“You. Are. Mine.”
Slowly, he pulled her bra off her shoulders, tossed it over his. “I want to fuck your perfect tits.”
“Pearl necklace,” she whispered.
She ached for him, desperate to feel him on her, in her, teasing the pleasure from her and taking her skillfully over the edge.
He kissed her again before anchoring his mouth on her nipple, pulling and nipping her tender flesh until the mewls she made ripped from her chest while her greedy fingers fisted his hair and stroked his defined back.
But when he placed his mouth between her legs, she arched off the sofa, eager for him to bury his tongue and his talented digits inside her. Grey’s growl rumbled out of him and into her and she watched with great anticipation to what he’d do next. Her gaze floated over his brows, his razor-straight nose, and across whiskered cheeks as he teased her clit with his talented tongue.
His thick fingers gently caressed the folds of her sex until she begged him to enter her. “Finger fuck me,” she pleaded.
As if they had nothing but time, he slid a finger inside. Pleasure had her spreading her legs wider, welcoming him inside. “Yesssss,” she hissed.
He took his time, the tease excruciatingly divine. Teasing her clit with his tongue and then his thumb while he added asecond, then a third finger. His thrusting increased, the euphoria taking her higher and higher until she shook from the pure pleasure pounding through her. Her thoughts faded away, only the stunningly beautiful man feasting on her mattered.
“Ohgod, yes, I’m gonna come.” The orgasm started deep inside her, billowing out like a tornado ripping through her. She cried out as the ecstasy overtook her. And then, it was over, and she was numb, and boneless, and in complete bliss.
After he extracted himself, he kissed her, then he lifted her into his arms, and carried her down the hallway. “Which one?”
“Huh?” She couldn’t stop staring at him, couldn’t soak up his handsome face enough. She was floating, floating, and she never, ever, wanted to return to earth.
He was her happy place.
After entering a bedroom, he asked, “Yours?”
She glanced over. “No.”
He walked to the end of the hall, entered her bedroom, and yanked back the comforter, sending pillows flying everywhere. After he deposited her on the soft linens, he planked over her and peered into her eyes.
“How’d I do?” he murmured.
“The crowd gives you a ten.”
“And you?”
“I give you a million.”
“So, I got the job?”
She smiled, the feeling returning to her body. “Absolutely. You could be the guy who sticks around for fifty years and gets a Rolex for his commitment to excellence.”
The laugh that burst from his guts, paired with the joy on his face, sent a series of mini-explosions flittering through her. She was hooked on him and, like an addict, she’d just gotten an injection of Greystone Santini. And she was happy.
“Big Daddy needs his little girl.”
“Big Daddy can have me.”
While peering into her eyes, he dropped a tender kiss on her lips. “I gotta grab something.”
He pushed off the bed and left the room. Seconds later, he returned, and sat on the edge of the bed, his expression serious. Her chest tightened. Something felt off. Then, he held out a small, black jewelry box.
