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He seemed to read my turmoil because without a word, he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me up and onto his lap, my legs on either side of him. I would have protested at him just picking me up and moving me like a doll, but suddenly his thick, hard cock was between my legs and I ignored any protest to let out a soft moan at the contact. The need for friction had my hips rolling and Decker cursing quietly. This all felt so damn good, but I needed more of it. More of him.
I wanted to tease him slowly by releasing each button one by one, but the second his collar was open enough to make out black ink on his chest, all politeness flew out the window and I grabbed his shirt, one side in each fist and yanked it open, sending buttons flying and earning a surprised inhale from the man who had been hiding this treasure the entire time.
“That was an expensive shirt,” he whispered roughly in my ear as my gaze stayed fixed on his tattooed chest.
“Shut up,” I replied softly, pushing on his shoulders to lay him back on the bed and expose his upper body to me completely. Decker followed my lead, laying back with a knowing smirk as he tucked an arm under his head, watching me as I took in the masterpiece across his carved pecs.
Tracing my finger along the background of the tattoo, I took in the amazing black and gray detail of an iconic blindfolded woman. It was Lady Justice done in such stunning realism that I felt like I was looking at a picture just stamped to his chest. Her hair flowed so effortlessly, strands getting lost as his pec curved into his side. I could almost feel the breeze that had moved her. But one thing I knew about this woman was her hand seemed to usually be holding the scale high and the sword below her waist. This version, the scales were cast down, still even at her side, but the double edged sword was raised, ready for battle. Softly, I traced the hand gripping the sword, taking in the way her fingers were black at the tips, fading to gray and then nothing the further up her hand it went. I glanced over at her hand holding the sword, noting the clear hand there.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I may not last long,” he whispered, breaking my in depth study of his art. He had others along his arms, little things that probably each had a meaning but nothing as detailed as this woman covering his heart.
“This is so much better than the dream,” I absently said, skating my hands down the ridges of his carved abs. I’d imagined him sexy, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
His chuckle pulled me out of my exploration, and I glared up at his cocky smile. Immediately I pulled both my shirt and bra over my head and tossed it aside, returning his cocky smile with one of my own as I felt his dick twitch against his zipper and me.
No longer smiling, Decker sat up and tossed his ruined shirt aside before pulling me close, arms locked around my waist as his nose traced down my throat and to my collar bone before he lifted me just enough to suck one of my painfully hard nipples into his mouth.
“Oh fu-” I started to say on an exhale of pleasure, but his teeth gently pinching my nipple caused me to cut off my own words with a lust fueled cry.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned against the underside of my breast as he gave it a teasing nip.
I froze. I was trying to clear my mind from snapping between my sex nightmare involving Decker and this reality. Too much the same. Me on top of him, exposed. Him caressing me so reverently and saying those exact same words just before…
His face lifted to meet mine, no doubt feeling the complete downshift in lust as I stared unblinking at the wall behind him. I couldn’t look into his eyes and see that empty disgust, couldn’t let myself break down for him to only walk away. I gave a weak attempt to fight his hold as his hand rose to my cheek, cupping and trying to turn my focus toward him.
Finally, giving in and trying to hide the wetness rising in my eyes, I closed them tightly as we sat face to face. He said nothing, just held my face gently and waited. When I knew I’d fought the tears back, I opened my eyes ready to face the hard hatred. But all that filled his eyes was concern… for me.
“Lake,” he whispered, that one word dripping with concern and affection. “Tell me where you went just now. What happened?” His thumb stroked softly along my cheek.
“I’m right here,” I whispered back with a shaky breath. “Stay here with me.” I didn’t even try to hide the pleading in my voice.
“I’ll stay as long as you let me,” he said with an adoring smile before quickly turning with me still held tightly against him until I was pressed to the bed and he was hovering over me. “Maybe even longer.”
And with that declaration, his mouth went right back to exploring.
CHAPTER 24
DECKER
Stay here with me.
The words echoed in my head as I licked and kissed down the valley between Lake’s gorgeous tits. I’d felt her go still above me, and immediately my brain was backtracking the minutes leading up to the shift, but I couldn’t understand her sudden shift. But that statement spoke every bit of her truth in four simple words. And it was easy to give her.
I’d learned that Lake had abandonment issues very early on in our working relationship. It had been an interesting observation, but nothing I’d allowed myself to think about beyond the needs she would have as a client. Now, I was forced to acknowledge that in a relationship she would need the extra care with her bruised heart. And for all the years I’d been a no strings bachelor, I’d never worried about handling someone’s heart. But I would cherish hers.
Lake’s breath hitched excitedly as my tongue trailed down her abdomen and I kissed along the band of her leggings. No more mushy thoughts of taking care with her heart or how I wanted to fit her into my world. My focus was on the goosebumps that rose along her stomach as the air chilled the spots I’d licked and kissed. On the way her hips rose slightly every so often, reaching for more. On the way she bit down on her plump bottom lip as I hooked two fingers into the band of her leggings and peeled them down her legs inch by inch.
I stopped to take in the sight of her dripping pussy soaking the tiny triangle of fabric that made up her thong, groaning as I leaned down to leave an open mouthed kiss over her still covered clit. I licked my lips enjoying the sample I’d gotten of her and smiled as her hips rose to follow my retreating mouth.
When my eyes met hers again, the glare she was sending promised death if I continued to tease her. I would tease every sound and moan out of this woman. I would bring her to the edge again and again just to see that sexy as fuck glare dowsed in lust. But not tonight. Tonight I had to show her every reason why she’d made the right choice in staying, and maybe she’d want to stay longer.
Stripping away the scrap of a thong, I sat back on my heels, stroking a hand down her stomach as I committed every inch of her body to memory. She really was perfect. Not in the overly photoshopped way. There was the slight shimmer of stretch marks decorating her flared hips, a dimple or two as she spread herself before me, and probably other unique marks she would comment on. But she was fucking perfect to me. I looked back into her eyes and watched as a shy wariness gave way to hungry desire as she read my expression. We didn’t need words in this moment.
Let me devour you, my eyes pleaded.
Never stop, her eyes returned.
I quickly undid my belt and unzipped my pants, stripping from both them and my boxer briefs with none of the sexy flare that had been involved with undressing Lake. My undressing was utilitarian and functional as socks were flung into the darkness behind me.
