Page 41 of Tempt Me

15.

JASE

A gorgeous woman begging for my cock is nothing new. I get it all the time. Slipping me her number at the bar. Naked on my doorstep in just a trench coat and heels. On her knees in a bathroom stall, trying to muffle the sound of her moaning with my dick jammed hard down her throat.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I never look a gift fuck in the mouth. But any man will tell you the conquest you have to work for is always twice as sweet.

And this prize, right here? I’ve been waiting on this one a long time.

Victory pounds through me, but I still have to check Chloe’s left hand before I can believe those sweet, filthy words.

It’s empty. No ring.

She’s mine.

I grab her arm and yank her inside before she can say another word. “You kept me waiting,” I growl, lust already crashing through me. I shove her back into the elevator and kiss her hard until she’s panting. The beast in me wants to fuck her here, right now. Just shove her skirt and panties aside and take her like an animal, screwing on all fours in the dirt. But I’ve been fantasizing about her for too long to blow my load so soon.

No, this one I’m going to make last all night.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe gasps when I finally let her come up for air. She looks dizzy, her ripe lips parted, already bruised. “I needed time. I had to decide what I want.”

I stroke her mouth possessively. “And did you?”

“Yes. I want you.”

I’ve heard those words a hundred times over, but they’ve never sounded this sweet.

The elevator stops, and I half carry her to my apartment. I slam the door behind us and push her back against the wall. Fuck, her body is incredible. Arching up to me, eager to be touched. I smile, savoring the moment.

She tried to resist me. She failed.

“You knew from the moment we met,” I growl, “you’d be spread and naked and screaming for me.”

“Yes.” Chloe’s answer is direct. She looks me in the eye with a dirty grin. “I knew.”

I don’t know where this new, decisive woman came from, but fuck, she’s hot. I spin her around, pushing her face-first against the wall.

“I could have had you then.” I slide my hands around to those sweet, juicy tits. Stroking. Caressing. Feeling her nipples stiffen and ache. “Up against the wall at that open house, all your clients right down the hall.”

Chloe moans, sinking back against me. I squeeze and roll the pebbled tips and she trembles. “Yes...”

“I could have fucked you at the gala, too. Damn, you wanted it, right there in the courtyard. That silky dress was made to be ripped clean apart.”

I stroke lower, down between her thighs. Even through her skirt I can feel the heat of her, damp and swollen for my touch. Chloe lets out a mewling noise as I circle and rub her clit. Fuck, she’s driving me crazy. Every noise from her mouth goes like a bulls-eye heading straight to my cock.

“Every time, I could have taken you,” I growl. She thrusts against my hand, needy now. “Every time, I could have fucked you any way I pleased.”

I yank up her skirt suddenly and land a sharp slap on her ass.

Chloe gasps.

“Because you’re mine, isn’t that right, love?”

I spank her again, and this time she squeals at the impact—and the pleasure of my hand, rubbing over her tender skin.

“These breasts belong to me. This ass belongs to me. And you better believe that sweet, luscious pussy is my fucking property now.”

I give her one more possessive stroke, then I step back and turn her to face me again. Fuck. Her eyes are glazed with lust, and she’s so goddamn beautiful it takes my breath away.

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