Page 32 of Tempt Me

“You feel that, sweetheart?” I lean in, pressing her back against the car. I spread her legs and thrust against her, and even through the layers of our clothing, my hard-on is unmistakable.

Yeah, baby, that’s right.

“I’ve got plenty in my trousers.” I smirk, thrusting again. “And you better believe you’re going to take it all. Every last inch, baby, until you can’t even breathe.”

Chloe trembles. Her lips are parted. Wet and inviting. I can’t help tracing the outline of her smile.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?”

She nods, and I slip my thumb into that sweet, juicy mouth.

Chloe lets out a moan, her eyes glazed and locked on mine. She licks against me, her tongue teasing my skin.

Fuck. My balls ache just watching her, she’s so responsive.

“You dream about it, I can tell,” I murmur, pressing my thumb deeper. “Down on your knees, naked and begging for me. You want me filling you up, fucking your sweet mouth until you can’t take it anymore.”

Color flushes her cheeks, but she can’t hide it anymore. Not spread in this parking garage with my dick hard against her, sucking my thumb like a goddamn lollipop.

“Yes,” she whispers, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “I shouldn’t, but... I want you.”

“There’s no use pretending anymore.” I smile, feeling the power again. “Those lips were made to suck my cock.”

Chloe moans again, and I know, it’s game fucking over. I could unzip right now, and she’d drop to her knees, no questions asked. I could fist that silky hair in my hands, and make her take it all, deep and hard, right to the back of her throat.

I could come gushing over those pretty lips, and she’d still lick me dry, eager for every last drop.

She’s mine, dammit.

And she’s drugged out of her mind.

With a groan, I pull away.

“Jase?” Chloe blinks, looking confused.

Fuck.

“Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart,” I say through gritted teeth. I have to rearrange my jeans, my hard-on is so fucking big.

“Oh. OK.” Her face falls, and she’s still off balance, but I can see from the cloudy confusion on her face I made the right call.

When I take her, I don’t want her swaying and foggy. I want her screaming. I want her begging.

I want her mine.

I steer her into the elevator. Chloe yawns and snuggles against me, and by the time we reach the penthouse floor, she’s already fast asleep.

I pick her up easily and carry her through to my bedroom. She lets out a mewling noise as I carefully pull her shoes off.

Her hair spills onto the pillows. Her eyelashes flutter. “Jase?” she asks, sounding sleepy.

“I’m here.” My voice comes out rough, but she doesn’t seem scared. Chloe smiles at me sleepily, looking like an angel.

“Thank you,” she whispers softly, and then she’s out for good.

I slip her clothes off, getting an eyeful of silky pink underwear, then tuck her under the blankets and close the door behind me. I don’t think I’ve ever walked away from a half-naked willing woman in my bed—and definitely not one as sexy and tempting as Chloe.

I deserve a goddamn medal.

I’ll have to settle for my hand, a cold shower, and one hell of a wank. It doesn’t even take a minute to get me there, just the memory of her wet, juicy mouth is enough to send me to the edge. That moan when I slid my thumb in, that tantalizing flick of her tongue.

Her mouth is delicious.

Her pussy will be even better.

I groan with frustration, even as my climax tears through me. Fuck. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I know one thing for sure:

I’m sure as hell not getting any sleep tonight.

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