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However, if he wanted to play it that way, I’d play his emotionless game.
I slid to the hardwood floor and moved in his direction on my hands and knees. With my eyes trained on his heated amber ones, I exaggerated the sway and shift of my hips, tempting him to look away.
He licked his lips, set his tumbler on the table next to him, and adjusted how he sat.
When I reached him, I set my palms on his slacks-covered thighs. Then slid my hand upward, his muscles bunching and flexing under my fingers.
His lips parted to release unsteady breaths, and a sense of satisfaction coursed through me. He couldn’t be indifferent to me, no matter how hard he tried.
“You want me.”
“My cock should tell you the truth of that.” He took my hand and placed it over his hard, steely length. “I’m half ready to fuck you as soon as I sense your presence anywhere near me.”
I held his lust-filled gaze, the pulsing deep inside my core growing to a painful ache.
Licking my lips, I cupped and stroked him through his pants, making sure to linger on his large, flared head.
“Take me out.”
Without moving my eyes from his, I worked his button and zipper open and then reached inside his boxers and took his swollen, velvety hardness into my grasp.
God, I loved the feel of him.
I rose onto my knees, leaned forward, and stopped when my lips were a fraction away from the weeping crown.
I stared at him through my lashes. The urge to lick him, taste him called to me, but the coolness he displayed felt so wrong. As if he sliced at a piece of my heart.
This wasn’t my Sam. My lover who made me lose control when no one knew I craved it. The only man who saw past the face I showed to the world.
“You know what to do. The longer I wait, the longer you wait.”
Fine.
We’d see how long he could remain emotionless.
My mouth engulfed his bulbous length, taking him deep enough to hit the back of my throat.
“F—fuck. Devani,” he gasped out and threaded his fingers into my hair.
I felt the vibration of my name as it rumbled down his body, giving me a greedy pleasure.
That’s what I thought. Sam couldn’t remain impassive while I deep-throated him.
Fisting him at the base, I worked him with my lips, tongue, and fingers, up and down. My cheeks hollowed and drew in rhythmic strokes.
His face no longer showed the emotionless mask but a play of desire and rage.
When his breathing grew unsteady and his grip on my head tightened to an almost excruciating level, I knew his hold on his control sat on the cusp of failing.
And for some reason, the bite of pain spurred my arousal to a fiery level. As if I’d burn alive without release.
Only this man could do this to me. Too bad fate and circumstance refused to let me have him.
I wanted to slide my fingers between my legs to relieve the ache building deep in my core. But, before I could follow through on my needs, his cock swelled, growing thicker and longer, and the first spasms of pre-ejaculate dripped onto my tongue.
Suddenly, Sam grabbed me by the waist, lifted me, positioned his cock, and slammed me down.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as my back bowed, and stars exploded in the back of my eyes.
