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I stepped out of the cage of his arms, pulling on his tie. “Come to the bedroom.”
He shook his head. “I want them to walk in to see you naked and moaning as I devour your pussy.”
My heart stuttered, picturing myself splayed open before this dangerous, handsome man, with Ibrahim and James staring as I took my pleasure from him.
“Like that idea, do you?” He slipped a finger under the strap of my bra and slid it down my arm. “I bet you’re soaked.”
I nodded and reached my hands up to unclasp my bra, impatient for our skin to touch, to have him inside of me. “Benedict, can we take it slow the second time instead of the first time?”
He snatched my hands away from my back, pulling them in front of me and holding them in one hand. He lifted the other to caress my cheek. “We’re going to take it slow this time too, sweet woman.”
I growled and nipped at his fingers. “Brat,” he laughed, turning me around and unhooking my bra. “Give me this. Please. Let me worship at your feet.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is it my feet that you want to worship, Benedict?”
He laughed as he knelt behind me, pressing his cheek against my bottom as he rolled down my stockings, the heat of his rough fingers sending electricity crackling through my body. One foot at a time, he pulled them off.
“No, princess. I told you, I want to mark you, devour you.”
He kissed the backs of my knees, then worked his way up my legs, sending shivers through me, until he reached the lace of my thong.
I turned around, and he knelt before me, wrapping his arms around my hips and resting his face on my stomach. “I’m sorry I let you walk out of my life—our lives, Piper. Never again, I swear.”
I cupped his face in my hands, staring into the fiery gold of his eyes. “I never should’ve left. I won’t again. I swear.”
He kissed my stomach, running his nose from my belly to the black lace of my underwear, then past it to tease at the apex of my thighs. He slipped his thumbs into the band, and dragged it downward, following its path with wet kisses until I trembled.
Once again, he lifted my feet one by one, and I tottered, using his head for balance. I stepped away from him, moving toward the couch.
“Please, Benedict. Take off your damn clothes, at least.”
He smiled at me, the heat in his eyes tempered by a heavier emotion. I sighed in contentment when he shrugged out of his jacket, his shoulders and biceps straining his dress shirt.
“Sit,” he ordered.
I turned to walk toward the couch, dropping onto it and waiting for him with my knees pushed primly together.
“Strip,” I answered.
“Who’s in charge here, brat?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you’re supposed to be groveling.”
He grunted, then knelt before me, kissing my knees before pushing them open and moving between them. I leaned down to capture his lips with mine and he tangled his fingers in my hair, angling my mouth above his so that he could plunder it with his tongue.
I drew away. “I’m in charge, Benedict.”
I couldn’t read his expression, but the tension in his shoulders revealed he wasn’t as comfortable with this as he pretended. I traced my fingers over those same tight shoulders.
“Take off your shirt,” I whispered, wondering if he’d give up control to me.
His face remained calm, collected, except for a slight furrow between his brows, letting me know the power exchange unnerved him more than he wanted to let on. His hands trembled as he raised them to loosen his tie. I took his hands in mine, kissing his knuckles. “Please, I need to touch your skin.”
He leaned his head against one of my knees for a moment, then resumed his deliberate movements, dropping his tie on the floor before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, one button at a time.
God, he was breathtaking. I dragged my fingers across the bare skin of his shoulders, enjoying his shudder, thrilled that he felt the same need as I did.
“Piper,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss my knee. “Let me worship you, please.”
