Page 7 of Dirty Deceit

"You're not looking so bad yourself. I bet every woman in that bar was trying to give you her number."

He chuckles and takes my hand, making me stand and guiding me toward the bar. "Come on, let's grab a drink."

I follow him dutifully. "I don't think I should drink anymore. We kind of went wild back at the strip club."

"You can have some sparkling water then, but I've just finished work and need to take the edge off."

Knowing he won't push me to drink puts me at ease and makes me realize what a gentleman he really is. Any other man would try to take advantage of the situation. He somehow finds a booth that is a bit more discreet, and we sit down. He's not letting go of my hand, and I don't know that I want him to.

He orders a scotch for himself and sparkling water for me, and then we just look at one another. Heat flushes my entire body at the way he's watching me. Like I'm his prey, and he wants to devour me. I've never felt sexier. I try to tug my hand away from his, but he doesn't let go.

"I'd like my hand back, please."

"I need to be touching you, Gemma. It's the only thing keeping me from dragging you up to my room and doing unspeakable things to you."

A pang goes straight to my core, and I push my legs together to keep a modicum of decency, but I'd really like for his hand to be on my thigh right now. If I were a more courageous woman, I'd place it right between my legs, no matter where we were. I lick my lips, wondering what his taste like.

"Tell me more, Murphy," I say, my voice coming out low and sexy.

He leans forward and whispers into my ear. "I want to have you naked in my arms and give you so many orgasms you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

That gets my heart beating faster. "Finish your drink." I practically order him.

He freezes, clearly not expecting such a response from me, then gulps his scotch down like a man in the desert desperate for water. He leaves some money on the table and takes my hand again.

"Let's go, Gemma."

At the elevators, I choose my floor, and when the door closes, he kisses me for the first time. His kiss is hot and demanding, and I feel the only option is for me to submit to his hunger. So I give myself into his arms and let him take over. We are so absorbed in each other that when my floor comes, we almost miss it.

This place is huge, but thankfully, I know where I’m going. Once we get there, I give him my key so he can open the door for us. I have a ton of nervous energy whirling around my body. I just met this man. Can I trust him? Does it matter? It's just a one-night stand. It's all it can ever be.

I hear the door close behind me and exhale, waiting for his touch.

He does not make me wait long for it. Stepping behind me, he moves my hair aside and places a kiss on my neck. The contact with his lips is hot enough to brand, and I move my head aside to give him more access. "You smell delicious, Gemma, like a ripe peach ready for plucking." His hands are on my waist, practically holding me up because my legs have become like jelly.

I grab one of his hands and put it on my breast. He squeezes gently, and I moan in response. "Let me take this dress off you, darling. I want you naked in my arms." I practically purr in response. No one's ever called me darling. I feel the zipper go down my back, and then Murphy is placing kisses up and down my spine. He unclasps my bra and then lets my dress and bra fall to the floor. He then shimmies my panties down my legs.

Feeling vulnerable, I turn around to face him and get some of his clothes off, but he doesn't let me. He pushes me back into the bed and holds my hands above my head. "You're mine now, Gemma. And I can do anything I want to you."

I don't know why, but that little declaration heats me up inside and gives me goosebumps.

"What are your plans with little ol' me, you big bad wolf?"

"First, I want to taste you, then I'm going to give you more pleasure than you've ever dreamed of."

"Maybe it's not so bad to be caught by the wolf," I mutter.

He just smiles a wicked smile and starts a downward trajectory with his kisses. I shake a little when he reaches my belly button, but he keeps going. My breathing is fast, and my heart is beating a mile a minute, but I let him go on because he's exactly where I need him to be.

Murphy

Gemma is the most precious thing I've ever held in my arms. I've dated beautiful women before, but she's so confident in what she wants and is not afraid to take it. I can't get enough of her. It's like she's enchanted me. I keep trailing kisses from her belly to her core. Her beautiful curls are covering my prize, but I'm an explorer if nothing else.

I place kisses all over her mons and tease her lips with my fingers. She's already wet for me, and I love the fact that she's so responsive. I open her up carefully and lick at her core. A moan comes out of her, and that encourages me to keep going as I am. Her taste is sweet, like honey, and I swear I could drink her up forever.

"Do you want me to finger fuck you, darling?"

"Mhm."

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