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He holds my face and kisses me again, and it’s like he feels it, too.
“I missed you today,” I whisper.
He smiles down at me and pushes my hair behind my shoulders. “You look fucking beautiful.” He bites my neck and I close my eyes. He bites me harder and I get goose bumps.
God, what this man does to me.
He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses my thigh. “This dress,” he purr’s distracted.
I put my hands on his large shoulders. “Do you like it?”
He lifts it and kisses my sex through my white, lacy panties. “I love it,” he breathes against me. He kisses me again, and then he lifts one of my legs over his shoulders and pulls my panties to the side.
“Just a taste to get me through the night,” he whispers, and his thick tongue swipes through my flesh tenderly.
God, what a greeting. I look down at this beautiful specimen of a man on his knees in front of me, worshipping my body as if it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and I feel my heart constrict.
I begin to feel my heart freefall into some kind of abyss. A place where I don’t ever want to return from.
Could he be more perfect?
I tip my head back as the sensations overwhelm me.
He begins to eat me, suck and lick, and oh God… it’s so good. My hands drop to the back of his head and he pulls me apart with his big hands.
He kisses my sex with an open mouth again and again, and I shudder, an orgasm close. That’s when he carefully puts my panties back in place and stands up again. Our faces only millimetres apart. “I might have missed you too today, Pock,” he whispers.
My eyes search his. Does he feel it, whatever this is?
“You know, with a greeting like that, I don’t really want to go out anymore,” I tell him.
His lips take mine and he sucks aggressively. My legs nearly fail me. “I’ll be peeling those pretty little panties off with my teeth later.” He bites my bottom lip and I yelp, looking up into his dark eyes. “Make sure I have something nice and creamy to suck on.” He slaps me hard on the behind and I squeak in surprise.
My insides feel like they’re beginning to melt into a puddle on the floor. God, he’s fucking filthy.
“Promise,” I whisper as my hand slides down over the large erection in his jeans. My lips drop to his neck and I bite him in return. I make to drop to my knees but he stops me.
“Pock, we’re going out.”
“But, I want a taste,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s my turn.”
He grabs my cheeks of my behind and grinds my body hard against his erection. “Baby, you’re going to get more than just a taste. But you have to wait.”
He kisses me again before he pulls me by the hand, leading me out of the apartment. Moments later, I find myself sitting in his car with a throbbing wet sex.
This man is off the fucking hook hot.
The old, timber staircase at the Angel Hotel in Sydney is steep. We are at a bar that I’ve never been to before. In fact, I never even knew it was here. It’s four stories high and narrow. It feels like we’ve stepped back in time, although it’s been decorated in a trendy way. The bars on each level are dark timber and fully stocked. The carpets are deep coloured, and the furnishings are vintage and antique looking. Music is plays throughout the bar, and it has a really cool vibe.
“What is this place?” I ask Brock as he leads me up another flight of stairs.
“This is where we drink.”
I smirk. “Kooky.”
He chuckles. “Like you.”
We get to the top floor and my stomach twists in knots. I feel so nervous about meeting his work friends. I hope I get along with them. I can’t think of anything worse than forcing conversation all night.
There is a bar that runs the length of the room, with three pool tables taking up space around is. Over in the far corner there’s a small dance floor. It’s quaint with a real small-town vibe. I can see why they like it here. Over in the far corner sits four bench tables pulled together with a large group of people around them. And when I say people, I mean men.
There are heaps of men, all huge, gorgeous, and the smell of their testosterone burns through the air.
I gulp. Shit.
Brock smiles, sensing my nerves, and he throws me a wink before he leads me over to the table. God, why did I agree to this?
“Hey,” they all cry, turning to smile our way.
“Boys.” Brock smiles proudly. “This is Tully.” He puts his arm around my waist.
