Page 92 of Playboy’s Purgatory

When was the last time I gave a woman a hickey? Fuck, I have no idea. There is a feral need inside of me to mark every inch of my woman.

I want everyone to see and know who she belongs to.

“I’m very tempted to set you right where I am and show you just how much I appreciate your help by eating your pretty pussy.” My voice drops an octave, “I bet you’re already dripping for me.”

“Jettson,” she mewls, the sound breathy and on the edge of losing control. With a shake of her head, she takes a deep breath and tries to get it together. “We’re in the conference room of an office.”

Her words sound reasonable. Too fucking reasonable as far as I’m concerned.

“So?” I murmur and suck the same spot between my lips again, biting down gently.

A ragged moan falls from her lips and her back arches like she’s seeking something. I desperately want to give it to her.

When I pull back and look into her eyes, they’re glassy with lust and need. Just how I like to see her.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

When her lips crash against mine, the room around us disappears. My hands roam over her body, kneading her flesh and mapping her curves.

She feels fucking perfect in my arms. Just the right fit to make me lose my damn mind.

My fingers slide into her hair and grip hard. I tilt her head to the side and deepen the kiss.

“These lips,” I murmur against her lips. “Fuck, I dream about them.”

She melts into me and I feel the moment she gives herself over to just feeling. It’s intoxicating whenever she reacts this way to me.

I want to roar.

I want to rev my motorcycle until the sound travels far and wide, letting everyone know to look, to pay attention.

My woman is kissing me.

She might not know she’s mine, not really, not yet, but she is.

“I know you’re soaked for me and just how good you’d taste on my tongue,” I grit out through my teeth.

Lara pulls away, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. “Since you just finished finalizing your home, shouldn’t you want to celebrate with my lips wrapped around your cock?”

When her hand drifts down my chest to wrap her fingers around the steel pipe trapped behind my fly, she smirks. Then she squeezes. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.

Thinking of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock makes my fucking balls tingle. My cock is begging for it. Weeping for it.

I growl out, “Fuck.”

Then I’m taking her mouth in a rough kiss. It’s all teeth, tongue, and need. We’re chasing each other and our tongues dance together.

A throat clears from the doorway, and Lara throws herself out of my arms so fast that she almost trips over her own feet. I’m right there and grab her before she can fall.

She blinks up at me a few times before slowly turning her head to see who has caught us. I look too, but not because I give a shit.

I just need to know who to punch because they heard my woman’s moan and saw her losing control in my arms. No one gets to see that but me.

Possessiveness roars like a feral beast tearing through my soul.

She’s mine.

Only mine.