Page 34 of Under His Obsession


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“I’m still trying to decide,” he says, and I feel a moment of panic. Him being here, touching me, his blatant arousal...aren’t they all signs that he’s made up his mind?

“Decide what?” I ask, doing my best not to sound as needy as I feel.

“What the punishment for breaking my dishes should be.”

I scrape my teeth over my dry bottom lip. “It’s a big decision.”

“Very big,” he says, his fingers biting into my hips as he pulls me against his hardness. I wiggle, grind against him, and his deep groan of approval is my glorious reward. Damn, I love how I get to this man.

His big warm hands leave my hips, begin a heated journey up my stomach until he has two handfuls of my breasts.

“These,” he begins, as he kneads my flesh,

“have been driving me crazy for days now.”

“Sorry, sir,” I tease.

“Jesus, Khloe.” He growls into my ear, and my body shudders. “You’ve been fucking with me, haven’t you?”

“Who, me, sir?”

“Yeah, you.” One hand leaves my breasts, and he shifts his stance to grab my ass. He squeezes, pulls his hand back and gives me a small slap. I let out a little yelp.

“What...what was that for?” I ask, a new kind of pleasure dancing on my flesh.

“For pushing my buttons.” He takes my hands, puts them by my sides and steps back. He goes silent for so long, I’d think he’d retreated if not for the tortured sound of his breathing.

“Like what you see, sir?” I ask, just to get a rise out of him.

“Turn around.”

Sand squishes beneath my shoes as I slowly spin, and my breath catches when the heat in his eyes burns my flesh. I have never seen that look on a man’s face before. Intense, frustrated, excited...needy.

“Yes, I like what I see.”

My gaze leaves his face, takes in his loose blue T-shirt, going lower to examine the bulge in his khaki shorts. My mouth waters, and my fingers itch to close around him, weigh him in my palm.

“I’m not seeing enough,” I say. His body stiffens, and as he grumbles a curse, I bite back a grin. I have no idea what it is about this man that brings out the bold side in me, but I love his reactions.

“Widen your legs,” he commands.

I spread my legs, and my sex moistens, my inner thighs becoming so wet, I’m sure he can see them glistening. His deep groan confirms it.

He rubs his hand over himself. “Every night in bed, I take my cock in my hands and think about burying my mouth between your legs.”

Holy...

I figured this man was the opposite of vanilla, but I’ve never had anyone talk dirty to me before, and I have to say...I love it.

“I believe in rule number two,” I say. “Sexual pleasure is on the table.”

“The table, huh? How about the bed, Khloe?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, and his nostrils flare as he steps up to me. He lightly runs the rough pads of his thumbs over my hard nipples, plucks at them, and once again slides his tongue over the dip in his upper lip.

“Have you been touching yourself, too?” he asks. “Thinking about me with my mouth between your legs, licking you until you explode?”

A whimper catches in my throat as my sex squeezes.

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