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He reached up and covered my mouth, my moans muffled by his palm. At least one of us was still thinking straight. My orgasm continued in spasms. I clawed at his arm, begging him to stop…or maybe I was begging for more. I squeezed my thighs, holding him firmly in place.
When I finished, I lay panting. His fingertips slid down my neck. I shivered under his touch as little aftershocks of pleasure coursed through my body.
His tongue moved upwards, tracing circles on my belly. “There’s so much more I’m going to do to you, Kitten.” He kissed each of my nipples. “But not now. I have to go.”
What? So soon? We hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Before I could protest, he covered my lips with his. They were gentle this time, the kiss slower. As if he was savoring me instead of claiming me.
“Get dressed before I open the door.” He turned away from me and adjusted the front of his pants.
Feeling awkward, I stumbled off the desk and quickly dressed. I found one shoe lying under my chair, but the other I had to look for and finally located behind my wastepaper basket.
Why was he rushing out? I didn’t even get to return the favor. We didn’t even have sex. Shit. What about his cock? I needed to see it. I’d fantasized about this moment for weeks and now it was over before the main meal and I was looking forward to dessert too.
“You don’t have to leave so quickly. I could do for you—”
“No! I don’t want you to,” he bit out, the words like a slap across my cheek.
He marched to the door, and with his hand on the handle, he asked, “Are you dressed?”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. What was his problem? One second he was practically erecting an altar to worship my body, and now he was acting like he couldn’t run away fast enough.
I was out of practice, but I couldn’t have been that bad? No, that wasn’t it because he hadn’t even given me the chance to do anything. Was he bitter that he gave and didn’t receive? I did offer.
He turned, and his eyes bore into me, searching. “You’re mad?”
I crossed my arms. “I’m. Fine.”
Well,thatwas mature of me.
For the first time since I’d met him, the corners of his lips curled slightly. “Kitten, how could you possibly be mad? A minute ago, you were writhing under my tongue as you came on my face. You’re not pouting because you want more, are you?”
Embarrassing was the understatement of the year. “No, of course not.”
He came back to me. “Then what is it?”
“Don’t you have to go?”
“I do. Urgently. But I refuse to leave until you regain that euphoric glow I masterfully gave you.”
“Wow. Someone is full of himself.” He was right, though. I wondered what else he was a master of. But I would never admit that.
“Hmm, if it wasn’t good, then what do you call this?” He showed me his forearm, covered in red scratches. The ones I clawed on him.
I gasped. “I’m so sorry. Let me put some ointment on those and a bandage.” No wonder he didn’t want his dick in my care. He probably thought I’d be all teeth.
I reached for his arm, but he raised it over his head.
“Nuh-uh, Kitten. You leave those scratches alone. I fucking love that you didn’t hold back. And this is my evidence. I’ll be hard each time I see them, remembering how wild you were.”
I stared at the floor in embarrassment.
He nudged my chin up. “Look at me.”
I didn’t really have a choice with the way he angled my head. Plus, why would I want to tear my gaze away from those beautiful eyes? My embarrassment was lost in the storm.
“Lila, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t fix it.”
Typical man, thought they could fix everything. “Nothing’s broken. Nothing needs fixing.” There was no point in telling him why I was hurt. Sharing feelings was for relationships. What we had was…not that. I pushed the emotion away and spoke gentler, more rationally. “Really, I’m fine. You should go. Besides, I have my next session to prepare for.”
