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I bite my lip as I sit on the table before him completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. His gray eyes slowly trail over every inch of me, taking his time to appreciate the view.
He pushes my knees apart again as he slides between them and then teases my top lip with his tongue. “Do you want me to touch you?”
His hand slithers up my thigh, and for the first time in my life, I’m at a loss for words. I squeeze my eyes shut, still fighting against giving him possession of me, as he wants. I’m all for having sex, but him taking complete control . . . well, that’s just not my style.
“Beg,” he commands. “Beg for it like a good girl, and maybe . . . just maybe, I’ll give you what you want.”
The man is infuriating. I’m finally giving in and allowing him to ravage my body and now he wants me to beg? Get fucking real.
“No,” I say with authority in my voice.
“No?” His warm breath tickles my cheek as he breathes against my neck. “I need to hear you plead, Margo. If you want to come, then you need to say please.”
His finger slides slowly against my clit and my entire body trembles. I hate the way every inch of me aches for him—craves his stupid, electrifying touch.
“Fuck you,” I whisper, trying my best to keep it together and stay strong as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm. “I beg for no man.”
“You’ll beg for me, Margo. I can promise you that.” He kisses a warm trail down my neck as he continues to work my clit at a frustratingly slow pace. “I can keep this up all night. How long do you think it’ll be before you concede and I’m fucking you senseless right here on this very table? Hmmm?”
He pushes his thick finger inside me, causing me to moan. “Oh, God.”
“Tell me how much you need me to fuck you. Beg, Margo. Let me own you.”
He works his finger in and out, curving up at just the right spot each time to cause my entire body to tingle. I throw my head back and moan as I rub against the heel of his hand.
“Such a greedy girl.” He teasingly nips my shoulder before whispering, “You know what I want to hear. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”
My brain keeps telling me that I should fight him—that giving into him will show weakness—but my stupid body is all too willing and ready. I want him. I want him to do all the things he’s promising to me. I want him to make me feel good.
His thumb flicks over my clit, and I whimper.
Oh. My. God. This is more than I can handle. How in the hell am I supposed to resist him when he has me teetering on the edge so quickly?
“I’m waiting, Margo,” he growls.
His demanding words cause me to shiver, and combined with how damn good he’s making me feel with his hand, I’m willing to do just about anything he asks in the heat of the moment.
I snap my eyes open and bite my lip. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he probes as he circles his thumb around my throbbing nub.
“Fuck me, please. Make me come.” The begging tone of my voice appalls me, but I know that my brain has completely allowed my body to take control here. Desire clouds me to the point that I can barely think straight, let alone worry about how embarrassed I should be for begging this man for what I want.
“Good girl.” Alexander bites his lip as he brings his hands up to cup my face so he can gaze deep into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since you stepped foot into my office.”
His words make me shiver again with excitement.
He lightly kisses my lips. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you won’t even remember your own name.”
Alexander steps back and begins unbuttoning his shirt, and my fingers itch to help push it open so I can see his body, but my wrists remain shackled, limiting my movement. If I’m being honest, I’ve imagined what he’d look like naked more than a few hundred times. I bite my lip as his perfectly sculpted abs come into view when he drops his white dress shirt onto the floor.
Holy Mary mother of Joseph! Alexander’s body is better than I imagined in my wildest dreams. His chest definition exceeds that of the most lickable men in magazines, not to mention he has biceps that last for days and the sexy ‘V’ cut into his hips that dips down into his pants.
I think I’m about to lose my mind. Can this man be any hotter?
He smirks when I don’t take my eyes off him. “Just think . . . you haven’t even seen the best part of me yet.”
This man is absolutely wicked and entirely too sexy for his own good. He’s the perfect example of a man who knows what he’s blessed with and isn’t afraid to be cocky about it. Confidence is such a turn on.
Almost like a strip tease, he unzips his pants and then shoves them down, along with his boxer-briefs, leaving them in a pile on the floor. My eyes widen at the sight of his completely naked body. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he had a big cock. I’m not one who typically refers to a man’s appendage as beautiful, but that’s exactly what Alexander King’s penis is. It stands proud in all its silky glory, and my fingers ache to touch it.
King turns to the cabinet and grabs a condom before opening a package containing a small silver bullet vibrator. After testing to make sure the vibrator works, he stalks toward me with both items. “There are a lot of toys in there. Do you think we should try them all?”
The thought of my body as his playground long enough to test out everything on those shelves causes me to shudder. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. I’m nearly ready to combust, and he’s barely touched me. There’s no way I’d survive.
