Page 16 of Sinful Proposition


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She laughed softly. “You are the guy for me. My unicorn guy,” she said, though he had no fucking clue what that meant. “I’m not asking you to marry me, Remy. I get that you’re divorced and a relationship is the last thing you want, but I’m not looking for a commitment, either. I have so much on my plate right now that I don’t have the time to be anyone’s girlfriend . . . but a fun, discreet, no-strings-attached affair and more of those orgasms you gave me? I’m all in. How about you?”

God, she was offering him the ideal arrangement. Sex without expectations or any kind of emotional entanglements that could potentially lead to yet another woman abruptly walking out of his life and him trying to pick up the pieces they left behind. Their eyes were wide open, Remy wanted her like crazy, and maybe this was his chance to get her and the intense attraction they had for one another out of both of their systems.

“What’s it going to be, Remy?” she asked, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth, teasing him. “Do you want me to stay, or do you want me to go?”

“You’re going to stay.” Never had a decision felt so right. “And I’m going to finish what I started that night of the ball.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected such an easy agreement from him, but that shock quickly changed to delight. Now that the decision was made, he grasped her hips in his hands and guided her back until her ass hit the conference table. He quickly and easily lifted her so that she was sitting on the surface, then pushed her knees apart so he was standing in between and he was the one in charge.

After resisting Tempest for so long, for three goddamn years, the need to have her was so staggering he gave in to the heated desire burning him up inside. Shoving his fingers into her hair, he tipped her head back, and she looked up at him with bright, encouraging eyes right before he crushed his mouth to hers in a deep, hungry, claiming kiss.

He held nothing back, his tongue swirling deftly around hers, again and again, as he all but drowned in the sweet taste of her. She made a soft, aroused sound against his lips as she kissed him back with equal passion, her own hands tangling in his hair as she squeezed her legs tight against his waist, trying to draw him closer so she could rub herself against the hard erection bulging the front of his jeans. The taut hem of her skirt blocked her attempt, and she made a sound of frustration that had him releasing her hair and dropping his hands to her thighs to shove her skirt all the way up to her hips.

Dying to know what she was wearing beneath, he pulled his mouth from hers and looked down between her spread legs, taking in the white silk and lace covering her pussy, the fabric already wet from just kissing him—or maybe it had been the argument beforehand that had gotten her all hot and bothered. Either way, he wanted to see everything all that innocent-looking lace was keeping from his gaze. All the pretty secrets that were going to be his for the taking.

She braced her hands on the table behind her, angling her body as he slid his hands up the insides of her smooth, supple thighs, widening them even more until he reached her panties. He pressed his thumb right where he knew her clit was located, and she moaned and shivered at his accurate touch.

“All you have to do is unsnap the crotch,” she said, her voice both breathless and eager. “It’s just like the one-piece teddy that I showed you that night, but in white instead of black.”

“Easy access,” he murmured, remembering what she’d told him that night. “Such a naughty girl. Did you come here for our meeting thinking I’d fuck you?”

Her laugh was soft and husky and wrapped around his dick like a fucking dream. “I was hopeful.” The look in her eyes was flirty, but honest, too, which he found way too endearing.

Finding the little row of snaps, he wasn’t gentle about yanking them open, the hard jerk of the material making Tempest gasp. With her leaning back and her legs spread, he looked his fill of her pussy, at the pink, petal-soft folds of her labia open for him, and all the slick moisture glistening on her sex. She didn’t shy away from his stare, didn’t even attempt to try and cover herself, and he fucking loved her confidence and uninhibited nature with him.

He dragged two fingers along her soaked pussy, and when he reached her core he pushed them both all the way inside her. He gently rubbed along her inner walls, and she started to pant, her eyes growing hazy with pleasure as he stroked in and out of her and his thumb massaged her clit.

He met her gaze, wanting her to know a deep, dark secret of his. “I have a confession to make about that night,” he murmured as he continued to pump his fingers slow and steady and deep. “After fucking you just like this, I went home with the smell of you on my fingers and do you want to know what I did?”

His dirty girl nodded her head eagerly. “Tell me.”

He could feel the corner of his mouth curve in a wicked grin. “I took out my still-throbbing cock and used that hand to jack off, all while imagining that my dick had been deep inside your body, instead of my fingers.”

She whimpered as he withdrew his hand from her pussy and sucked those two digits into his mouth while she watched, licking them clean. “You taste so fucking good it drives me wild. I want to eat you out.”

“Remy,” she breathed, the one word filled with a desperate, aching need.

Lifting her legs by the knees, he bent them back, opening her even wider, and buried his face between her legs. The second he raked his tongue along the soft folds of her pussy, she cried out, her head dropping back on her shoulders. With her arms still stretched behind her to keep her balance, he licked and probed and sucked her swollen sex, his mouth on her utterly greedy and ravenous. She tried to thrust her hips forward, but his hands gripping her thighs gave her no leverage to do so and forced her to endure every wicked swirl of his tongue, every sinful slide of his lips, and the nip of his teeth along that sensitive bundle of nerves until he finally let her have the release she’d been chasing.

She moaned and shook, her body surrendering to his ministrations as she lost herself to the ecstasy rippling through her. Gasping from the pleasure he’d given her, she lifted her head again, her eyes glazed with desire as she looked down at him, watching as he gave her pussy one last lick before he released her legs, jerked her hips to the very edge of the table, and stood straight so he could seal his mouth over hers.

His hand curled around the back of her neck to keep her lips fused to his as he deepened the kiss, sharing the salty-sweet taste of her orgasm lingering on his tongue. She moaned eagerly, and his dick pulsed painfully in his jeans as she went a little wild, her hands tangling in his hair as their mouths found a rough, hungry rhythm that ramped up her need all over again.

With her sitting up now, she was able to use her hands and they went straight for the waistband of his jeans. As frantic and desperate as he was to get inside Tempest, her fingers were equally frenzied as she pulled on the button closure and opened his fly. She tugged the denim down his hips, along with his boxer briefs, freeing his shaft. He groaned in the back of his throat and against her lips as she gripped the thick length of his cock in her hand, stroking him a few times before guiding him f

orward.

His whole body tensed as the sensitive head encountered the slick wetness between her thighs, jarring his common sense into realizing he was completely bare.

“Wait,” he croaked, clenching his jaw and breathing hard as he met her startled gaze. “I don’t have a fucking condom on me or even upstairs at my place.”

She hesitated for a moment, then licked her lips before offering up a solution. “I’m on birth control, and as of my last annual check, I’m clean.”

He swallowed hard as she waited expectantly for his reply. “I am, as well. I haven’t been with a woman since my divorce.” That last piece of information came out automatically, before he could censor it. Fuck.

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You haven’t been with anyone in three years?”

God, he didn’t want to get into that discussion right now. “Yes. Now close your mouth before I put it to better use,” he growled.

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