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He laughs. “You came to me. To myhome. To my private pool.” His eyebrows go to the sky before his hands move to the top of his swim trunks.
He wouldn’t.
The smile that graces his lips is naughty, and it makes me spin. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning as he drops his bathing suit to the ground and stands before me erect.
It’s freezing out. A cold dark New England night on a rooftop should not render an ability for anything to stand that tall. But hell, it bobs in excitement.
His eyes heat as he watches me stare. I can’t take my damn eyes off him. It’s perfection.
He’s perfection.
Knowing how it feels sliding in between my legs, slamming into the back of my throat, or impaling me as I ride him does nothing to dampen my desire. But when he takes his cock in his left hand and starts to pump, I bite down hard on my lip. He moves back and forth with his eyes on me. “What you got on under that coat, Gracie?”
My eyes grow.Are we doing this?I mean why else did I come? He’s right, what I have under this coat will make it crystal clear I came for one reason only.
What the hell was I thinking? He told me he needed me, and I ran over here in lingerie. It’s pathetic, really, this game we’re playing.
“One night,” I whisper into the wind as my eyes remain on his glistening head. I lick my lips and pull on the belt of my coat, letting the trench fall open and reveal the panties and bra I’m wearing.
Tonight is goodbye. We can’t keep playing this game. But I want to end on a high note.
Cash’s lips pull apart as he groans loudly, “Fuck, Gracie, crotchless panties? Seriously?”
I smile. Two can play at this game. I’m standing tall with a see-through black bra and panties to match that leavenothingto the imagination. His eyes heat as they rake over my body, sending pimples across my skin and wetting my not-there-panties.
I’m soaked.
“One night isn’t enough,” he whispers, moving to me and pulling me by my neck so that we are flush against one another. I’m shocked when he kisses me. We haven’t kissed since…God, I can’t even remember the last time we kissed. We’ve had sex. Orgasms.
But kissing. Kissing is personal. Emotional. It can’t not be when it’s a kiss between us.
I moan against his mouth as his tongue darts in and out and tangles with my own. His other hand grips my hip, and his fingers dig into my flesh. He possesses me with his kiss. Any control I came with, or that this outfit had offered, disintegrates at my feet. I’m pliable for his taking, and a shiver runs down my back in excitement.
Pushing him back, I say honestly, “One night is all I have, Cash. This is goodbye.” And it is. In my heart, I know this is the last time I can be this reckless. When I got that text, I couldn’tnotcome, but I also know I can never come back.
Cash raises his brow in challenge, as if he thinks he can change my mind, and I don’t fight him. It’s pointless. Let him believe what he wants; I know the truth.
When I simply shrug, he stalks toward me, lifts me up, and carries me to the edge of the hot tub. The heat from the water warms the chill that was just about to set in on my skin. “You’ve got me naked for one night and you want to go in the tub?” I tease.
Cash kisses me and then pulls up a lounge chair. “First, you aren’t naked. You’re in fucking crotchless panties. And second, no, we aren’t going in there yet.”
I raise my eyes in question.
“Spread your legs, beautiful,” he rasps, positioning himself so he’s between my knees. He pushes them apart when I sit there stupidly confused. “I’m going to taste that pretty pussy and watch you come in front of the entire city of Boston.”
My eyes practically roll back in my head as Cash presses soft wet kisses against my inner thighs, working his way up to where my panties don’t exist, and then pressing his hot mouth against me. He inhales for a moment, then lifts his eyes to mine as he opens his mouth and runs his tongue right between my sex.
What the fuck.
And then he groans. And licks. And groans again. “I fucking taste you in my dreams, Gracie. I taste you in my shower. I taste you when I have a fucking cup of coffee. When I hold my cock in my hand at night, it’s your taste on my tongue when I come. Give me every drop, baby; I’m a starved man.”
I stare down at him in ecstasy. The man’s face glistens as he continues to work me over, his nakedness on display as I ride his tongue for the entire city to see.
I’m sure no one can really see us on the top of the penthouse and yet there is still a thrill that being outside offers. What a waste that we didn’t do this more often when we were together.
When his eyes meet mine again, he holds my gaze as he runs his tongue in lazy circles on my clit, and I come so hard I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. I try to close my legs, and Cash nudges my thigh back with his head, continuing his slow assault, sucking every last drop as he promised.
“I’m only getting started, Angel, I want to torture you,” he mutters right before he stands up, grips my thighs, and pulls me so that I’m on the edge of the tub and wide open for his taking. He slams into me in one forceful thrust, and we both grunt before he leans in and grabs my lip between his teeth. Slowly he pulls out again, and we both look down at our connection right before he slams in again. He continues this as I cry out and try to get closer, try to hold him and go slower, but as always, he knows what my body really wants and gives it to me, slamming into me over and over again until I’m clamping down around him and pulling his orgasm from his body.
