Page 64 of Tempt Me

I rode the painfully slow elevator up to the seventh floor, and my eight-inch heels sank into the carpet as I made my way to his room. My heart belted out a crazy, excited beat at the freedom of being practically naked beneath my black trenchie.

Normally, I’d pause at the man’s door and plump up my boobs. No need today. A cheeky smile curled on my lips as I knocked and held my breath as I waited.

One of the neighboring doors opened, and a middle-aged woman in a dowdy floral dress poked her head out. She eyed me up and down, and her leering gaze made me feel cheap. I wanted to poke her eyeballs out.

Dylan’s door opened, and I swiveled around to him.

“Oh, you are here,” I said with all the familiarity I could muster, and as I resisted glaring at the woman, I squeezed past Dylan and waltzed into his room before he could block my entrance.

“Can I help you?” he said as the door clicked shut.

I sighed an over-exaggerated sigh. “I hope so. I’m so horny I could just about burst.”

His eyes bulged, and his brows shot up his forehead.

“Do you think you can help me out with that?”

Dylan wore black slacks that were zipped up, but the undone button at the top splayed open below his navel. His very sexy navel. He was shirtless, and a scattering of hair covered his chest, forming a line that ran down his torso and disappeared into his zipper.

He ran his hand through his dark hair, and it instantly sprung back into place. “Mmmm.” He tilted his head. “What’s the catch?”

I plonked my bag down and reached for my belt to untie it. “No catch.” With the belt hanging loose at my sides, I undid the buttons, starting at the top. My nipples were already rock hard, and I kept my eyes on him, drooling for his reaction to my nakedness.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flitted from my face to see what I was doing with my hands.

When my trench coat was completely undone, I let it fall aside a fraction. Just enough that he could peak through but not so much that he could see my nipples.

“Do you want me to continue?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he nodded.

I glided the jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I stood there wearing just panties and knee-high boots.

Thrills of impending action coursed through me.

Dylan inhaled a shaky breath as he rolled his palm over his groin. I’d seen this move before; his erection was growing. It was incredibly horny knowing I could turn a man on by simply undressing.

It was time to capitalize on his interest. I was so ready—I’d been thinking of this for seven hours.

“Do you like to watch?”

He nodded again and swallowed so loudly I heard it.

Stepping my boots apart, I glided my hand down my torso and began to rub my clit. My underwear lace provided the perfect friction, and a quick little shudder rippled through me. I glided my hand into my knickers, and with a bend in my knees, I rolled my finger over my clit, and poked the tip of my finger into my hole. It didn’t surprise me that I was already moist.

Dylan moaned, and I snapped my eyes open. I hadn’t realized I’d shut them. His jaw was clenched, and he rubbed his hand over his pants with splayed fingers, showing the amount of pressure he was using.

“Do you want me to set you free?”

He nodded quickly as if I’d change my mind if he delayed his response. I strode to him and placed my hands on his waist, feeling the warmth emanate from his skin. His breathing was rapid, practically marathon-worthy. With our eyes locked, I felt for his zipper. The bulge of his cock pressed against the fabric. I repeated his earlier move and ran my hand over his groin. He did a cute little eye-roll thing, and I did it again.

I glided the zipper down, peeled open his slacks, and fed my hand into the opening. My breath hitched. . . Dylan was naked beneath.

“Well, hello,” I said as I hooked my fingers around his cock and set him free. His pants fell to the floor, and I stepped back to take in the spectacle. Dylan Ashley didn’t disappoint. His cock stood large and proud. Semen slicked the slit in his glorious swollen crown. It took all my might not to drop to my knees and taste him.

Anticipation was a glorious thing.

“Mmmm, yummy.” I shifted my gaze from his cock to his eyes. Dylan had that wonderful lust-filled haze that I’d become accustomed to.

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