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“What?” Quinton grabs my fingers lacing them with his. “I like kissing your fingers.” He’s nibbling the back of my hand.
“I like it too,” I whisper scooting into him as he wraps his arm around me. “Your life is like a dream. I’m almost scared to pinch myself because I don’t want to wake up.” He laughs as strolls his free fingers across my shoulder, toying with my strap.
“You look sexy in this, especially those lace panties.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me when the gang comes up to the table.
“So do you two have anything to share with the group?” Tierra asks grinning.
“Yeah, you said you would let me know when you had the best sex of your life,” Tina teases.
“Oh lord.” I laugh. “I will if that happens.” I sip my coffee.
“We just slept.” Quinton rolls his eyes. “I see your faces. I know, it was a novelty for me too.” He drinks some of his mimosa.
“Shit.” Michael laughs. “Well, someone was screaming last night. I heard it.”
Tierra raised her hand. “Guilty. Andy was all up in my junk.”
“You gave me a lap dance, what did you think I was going to do?” He looks around. “Right, Quinton?”
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper dropping my face into Quinton’s body. He laughs about it.
“Tierra doll, turn some music on,” Quinton tells her.
“I didn’t hear anything, I don’t even remember going into my room.” I admit, sipping my coffee and looking at them.
“That’s because I carried you.” Quinton smirked. “We fell asleep until two up here.” He pointed to the sofa. “Then you came crawling into my bed this morning. And I’m not complaining.” He teases looking at them, “So we didn’t hear anyone doing anything.”
I see the steward bringing our breakfast. Tierra grins. “Okay, guys why don’t we leave these two to have breakfast.” I watch them leave as our breakfast is placed in front of us.
“It looks delicious.” He knows it does. Damn he’s handsome in his mannerisms. I do believe I could sit and look at him for the rest of my life.No, you can’tI hear that little voice in my head say. This fantasy all ends Sunday. I look down at my breakfast.
“Are you pleased?” I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s grinning.
“Yes, it’s delicious. It’s lovely in the morning.” He looks at me. “Out here on the water. Away from the world … troubles … everything really.” He leans back wrapping his arm around me while he chews. “You always have this relaxing of a life?”
“Unless I’m in the boardroom or handling corporate matters that are taking longer than I would like. Then things get a little heated at times.” He sips his mimosa. “But yes, in my leisure time, it’s very relaxing.”
I lay my head on his shoulder. “I like being here with you,” I admit.
“Good! I like you here, with me.” He’s looking at me, tickling my shoulder with his fingers.
“Your touch is very tender,” I whisper. He doesn’t respond, but I know he heard me. I feel his touch all over my body. How can I throb down there for him? When he’s not touching anywhere near it. I’ve never craved a man, ever!
I look up at him, his bare neck is right here; my mind can taste him. I’ve wanted to kiss him so many times, yet we’ve been interrupted every sweet moment. I close my eyes and press my lips to his neck. His touch changes, he’s holding my shoulder as I open my lips and kiss his neck softly. I taste his cologne on my tongue.
I dare to look at his eyes. I kiss him again, this time a little higher, just below his jaw. His fork clinks on the plate as his hand laces his fingers through my hair. He’s coaching my face up towards his. My body naturally responds, he’s a magnetic force.
My sex is going to explode. I tickle my fingers through his scruff, stroking his face. “I like this,” I purr against his lips.
“I like the way your fingers feel.” I feel the heat of his words on my lips. His breath surrounds me. The heat. The desire. I can’t breathe. My breath is literally trapped in my lungs; the music is replaced by my pulse; it’s the only beat I hear. I look at his eyes, he’s watching me intently. He leans in and I feel like I’m about to suffer a panic attack, when I feel his warm, soft lips. His lips are barely parted, testing the waters. My chest is tightening, but my libido is on fire.
He hovers a minute, just feeling our lips touch. I nudge the tip of my nose on his, smiling as I welcome him. This newness. This energy. He catches my eyes once more before closing his dark lashes and consuming my lips.
His mouth covers mine, slipping his tongue inside to explore this new forbidden vessel. A moan escapes my throat as I accept him, dancing our tongues together, exploring his mouth. God, he’s absolutely delicious. I feel his tongue dip deeper and swirl with mine.
He twists his torso, wrapping me in his arms, deepening his kiss. I think I hear a small growl in his throat. I feel his strong hands, clasping the sides of my face, passionately stroking up and down my neck to my jaw, tilting my mouth to how he wants me. His tongue is like velvet as it glides and caressing me. It’s wonderful. He’s wonderful.
I lace my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him deeper. He’s matching my desire perfectly. I want to feel more of him on me. I need to before I die. Damn this table! I feel my body shifting as he guides me onto his lap. He still hasn’t released my lips, shifting beneath me.
