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"Fuck me," I groan in a dazed stupor, the need to feel all that creamy skin beneath my palms and lips intensifying. She's exquisite. I run my hands up her body, brushing my fingers across her nipples. They're hard peaks against her simple lace bra.
Her head falls back on a moan.
I swallow against the need burning through me, against the depth of my desire. I've seen a lot in my life. Doing what I do gives me carte blanche to pull back the curtain on the inner workings of corporations and governments big and small. I know secrets that others would kill to know. I've seen things they'd die to see. But the way she gives herself up to my touch without reservation and the fire burning in her eyes is the most extraordinary thing of all.
A low groan tumbles from my lips, my soul falling to her light.
"Lose the bra, pretty baby."
"Bossy," she whispers. The heat in her eyes says she loves it. So does the way she trembles. My little bookworm loves being told what to do in the bedroom. That's probably a good thing considering how fucking badly I want to take charge and rule her world. Behind closed doors, her world will begin and end with me. She holds all the power, but I'll be the one who teaches her how to wield it.
She reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders. She peels it off slowly, teasing me with little flashes of her creamy skin.
"Good god," I breathe, squeezing my dick to keep from coming in my pants. Her tits are perfect teardrops with juicy pink nipples meant to be sucked and bit and teased until she's pleading for mercy. I doubt I'll have any for her. Not after she's been torturing me all week by giving me the dirtiest books she could think up. "Pinch your nipples, Scarlett. Let me see how hard you like it."
She flushes an adorable pink as I stare at her, licking my lips. She does what she's told, though. She cups her breasts in her hands, brushing her thumbs across her nipples. Her teeth make indentations in her bottom lip.
"Goddamn, that looks good," I growl.
"It f-feels good." She pinches her nipples, plucking and pulling, tweaking them between her fingers. Her head falls back on another decadent moan. "Oh, Finn. It feels so good."
I grab the back of my shirt, yanking it off over my head. My glasses get tangled up and nearly come off with it. When I get them back in place and toss the shirt aside, Scarlett's staring at me with wide, hungry eyes.
"They're so beautiful," she whispers, indicating my tattoos.
"Nothing is more beautiful than you."
"What do they mean?"
"That I like ink."
She smiles at me.
I tug her into my arms, groaning when we're skin to skin. She's so much softer than me. She's the smoothest porcelain. I'm rough steel. And yet she could easily break me. Does she know how completely she owns me? How far gone I am for her?
I take her mouth in a deep kiss, unable to help myself. Now that I've tasted those lips, I keep circling back to them, hungry for more. My stomach clenches, my dick throbbing like a motherfucker. I'm starving for her.
She whimpers my name, and I know she's right there with me. Ache for ache. Need for need. My little bookworm needs me to make her whole. She won't be satisfied until I do.
Shit.
She's not satisfied.
Her hands dive into my hair, tugging on the strands as I lift her into my arms and stumble toward the bed, determined to fix that right the hell now. Our tongues move together, stroking against one another, simulating fucking. It's messy and wild, tinged with a hunger not easily sated, a thirst not easily slaked. I'll spend a lifetime glutting myself on her, and still want more.
I have to pry her off my body when I lay her out on the bed. She doesn't want to let me go, doesn't want to stop kissing me. Her hazel eyes narrow on my face, irritation flaring in her eyes. My little bookworm doesn't like taking her hands off me.
Fuck if that doesn't make me feel like a king.
"Lift your hips," I growl, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her skirt.
She plants her heels on the bed, lifting her ass.
I yank the skirt down, dragging her panties off with it.
"Fucking fuck," I mumble the only word I can think of at the sight of her cunt. She's bare, her plump lower lips glistening with her juices. Her clit peeps from between her lips, all needy and swollen. She's the sweetest pink. I just know she's going to gush in my mouth.
"Finn," she whines, squirming on the bed. "Please."
