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“Right here. Pull down your panties, sit on the table, and let me have a taste.”
I gape at him, but his expression is deadly serious as he slams the curtains surrounding our table shut.
He moves swiftly, his eyes locked on me as he pulls out a chair and pushes it away from the table. The anticipation in his eyes is palpable, and I can’t help but feel my pulse quicken at the thought of him baring his hunger for me in this intimate moment.
I take a deep breath and slowly stand from my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. Dylan’s eyes never leave mine as he moves to stand beside me, his hand already reaching for the hem of my dress. He gently lifts it, my eyes widening as I feel the cool air on my skin.
His fingers brush against the edge of my thong, his touch a feather-light touch that sends shivers coursing through me. My breath hitches as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing my wet and pulsating folds to him.
Dylan’s eyes glaze over as he places his fingers against my wetness and then licks his fingers. He growls, lifts me by my waist, and sits me down on the edge of the table.
Dylan kneels down between my legs, his hands gently running over my thighs as he looks up at me with a smoldering intensity that takes my breath away.
We, lost in each other’s desires, hardly notice the darkness that descends upon us. It’s a darkness that threatens to consume us and everything we hold dear, but in that moment, we are invincible, our bodies and souls entwined in a web of passion and trust.
As Dylan feasts on my pussy, I lean back, my head thrown back in pleasure. It’s a sight to behold—Dylan, devouring me with unabashed hunger, and me, surrendering to it all.
Dylan’s fingers glide up and down my inner thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His tongue darts in and out, tasting me with the fervor of a man who has been denied for far too long. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the screams.
It’s not long before I feel an intense surge of pleasure coursing through my body. Dylan’s hands are splayed across my hips, gripping me tightly as he suckles at my wet, swollen folds. My breath hitches in my throat as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I can feel the heat building within me, the tension growing until it’s almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, Dylan,” I moan, my voice barely audible over the sounds of him lapping at me. “I’m going to come.”
Dylan doesn’t miss a beat. He continues to feast on me, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive me over the edge. My hips buck against his face, my body arching as I grab onto his hair, nails digging into his scalp.
“Oh, God, Dylan!” I cry out, my orgasm strong and powerful.
But he’s not done yet. His fingers spread my lips wide, exposing every inch of my most vulnerable parts to his eager tongue.
My moans become more urgent, and Dylan’s hands grip my thighs more firmly. He thrusts his tongue deep inside me, andI feel my body tremble with blissful shock. I gasp for breath, trying to catch a moment of reprieve from the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.
Dylan’s face is pressed between my legs, his eyes locked onto my throbbing core. His tongue darts in and out, swirling and flicking, coaxing every last drop of desire from me. I can tell he’s enjoying every moment of this, savoring each taste.
He draws back, and I gasp at the sight of just how shiny his face is. I squirted all over him!
Dylan wipes a hand down his face and then licks it clean before grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand on it. “I’m in the mood for cake now for some reason. Do you want to split a slice?”
Dazed, I nod as I hop down from the table and reach for my thong.
But Dylan tucks them into his pocket before pushing back the curtain and waving over one of my servers.
That man can be too much at times.
CHAPTER 19
After a delicious slice of chocolate lover’s cake, I glance out at the casino. Jesse catches my eye, and when he notices me, he waves me over and then heads for my alcove.
I follow him inside.
He leans against the table, a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Nessa, we need to talk about the future of this operation.”
Uh oh. I’m not sure I like the sound of that, but I maintain a composed façade.
“We’re always planning for the future, Jesse. What’s on your mind?”
He smirks, his confidence as unwavering as it is sexy. “I’ve proven my loyalty time and again. It’s about time I get a more prominent role in this empire.”
“You’re my Liaison and Negotiation Specialist already,” I protest.
