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I shift, allowing him to touch me more easily. His fingers graze over the most sensitive part of my sex, and I swallow back a groan. He drags one finger between my lips, gathering moisture on his fingertip and then lowering his hand to rub circles over my clit. Stars flare behind my shuttered lids and I arch into his touch. “Please.”
But Daniel isn’t a man to be rushed.
“You’re like a fucking fountain,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “These poor staff are going to have to clean up these sheets tomorrow, you know. Sheets that will be soaked in you.”
Oh god. Why is that so hot? It shouldn’t be. A flutter of embarrassment flares through me and I already know I’m going to strip the bed on my own in the morning before they get a chance to. But I can’t help it, Daniel has the remote control to my body and when it comes to him... I’m powerless to resist.
His finger continues to pluck at my clit, driving me higher and higher. It’s like he’s taunting me for pushing the issue. Getting payback. I flop onto my back and spread my legs for him, not even caring how it comes across. I need him to make me come. Now.
“That’s it, surrender.” He looms over me and pushes my nightgown up to my stomach, totally exposing my thighs and my sex. “You’re so wound up I bet you won’t even last a minute.”
I want to argue. I want to shove him in his chest and tell him that he’s not so powerful... But there’s no point. He’s right. Ever since I walked in on him, my body has been like a rubber band pulled to extremes.
The dim light reveals his broad shoulders and chest, finely sculpted muscle. He’s perfection. Now he’s between my legs, his knees nudging my thighs wider while he uses his hand on me. There’s a wicked glint in his eye, something that tells me he likes playing this role—dark seducer. The one in control.
That he likes having the upper hand...no pun intended.
He bows his head and blows cool air across my hot, swollen sex. I almost jolt with the contrast, and goose bumps ripple across my skin. His thumbs rub over the area, teasing the tight bundle of nerves and parting me in a way that feels incredibly intimate.
“Fuck that’s a pretty pussy,” he says. “I’m going to enjoy eating you, Ava. Try not to make too much noise, okay? I don’t want the staff listening in.”
He runs his tongue between my folds, drawing a line that makes me bow against him. My hands immediately fly to his head, fingers driving through his hair. “Oh my god. That feels...”
He raises his head, dark eyes laser focused on mine. “Say it.”
“So good,” I gasp. “So very good.”
How the hell am I going to keep quiet? I had an ex once tell me I was a screamer, and he didn’t use the label as a compliment. I can’t help it—when something feels good the noises just come out of me.
His tongue drives me to the edge, each precise swirl designed to push me to the limit of my pleasure. The flicking motion makes all the blood in my body rush to that one spot and I pant, trying to keep quiet. Really, Iamtrying.
“Put a fist in your mouth, Ava,” he says. “Or use a pillow. Because I’m going to make you come now.”
Before I have even a second to react, he pushes two fingers into me and sucks my clit between his lips. Hard. I jam my hand into my mouth and clamp down, trying to stifle the shocked sound of my orgasm exploding. My muscles clench and when I come, it feels like my body is about to split in two. I actually see flashes of white behind my eyelids as the waves roll and roll and his mouth is relentless, pushing me to the point of it being too much, so that I squirm beneath him.
When he finally releases me, I’m liquid. No longer fully in control of my body. There’s that smug half-smirk expression again as he drags a hand over his mouth and jaw, wiping me from him.
Bastard. He enjoys having me at his mercy.
“How was that?” he asks softly, but the cocky tone is no less clear even with the reduced volume.
“It wasn’t obvious?” I meet his stare, unwavering despite the fact that I just had the strongest orgasm of my entire life. “I really had to work to get there. I thought you’d be better.”
He laughs. The bastard actually laughs. “You’ve got spark, Ava. I like that about you.”
“And you clearly like role-playing as an asshole.”
“It’s not role-play,” he murmurs. “Unfortunately.”
But it is. I’ve seen him—the man who loves to read and who cares for his family and who’s hurt by his brother’s accusations. Daniel might like to hide behind his hard exterior—and I’ll let him, because honestly...it turns me on—but I know a facade when I see it.
“I hope you brought a condom for this grand seduction,” he says.
I did. I always have one in my wallet just in case, and I reach for where I’ve stashed my bag in the little unit next to the bed. When I hand Daniel the foil packet, he sheaths himself while never letting his eyes leave mine.
He handles himself like a man who’s intimately familiar with his own body. Like a man who gets intimately familiar on a regular basis. He’s hung.Wellhung. And I know a lot of women don’t find the male anatomy to be physically attractive but... Daniel’s drawn a winning card in the dick lottery.
He comes down on top of me, settling himself between my legs and bracing his body on his forearms so our faces are mere centimetres apart. This feels like a pivotal moment—maybe where I’ll really know for sure if this sexy asshole gig is a lie or not.
