Page 31 of Tempt Me

He played with the drawstring below his navel. “Demanding. But okay.”

Aware of the ticking clock, I peeled out of my heels. Time to start this.

I reached for the flawless skin covering his bulging pectoral muscles. Beneath his right nipple, the wordtrustwas tattooed in simple cursive writing. I traced the ink with my finger.

It reminded me of Henry’s question just four days ago. “Do you trust me?” I asked.

Corben looked down at me and cleared his throat. “I don’t know you.”

“Right.”Jeez! I’m an idiot.A blaze of heat raced up my neck, threatening to trigger self-combustion.

I had to remind myself I was Memphis. Sexy, sassy,in-controlMemphis.

I tugged his drawstring and wove my hand into the elastic of his track pants, seeking the beast hidden within.Nice!He’s not wearing any underpants. Quick, easy access. Exactly what a speed date should be.

He was hard. But I had a very strong feeling Corben’s beast was going to get a whole lot bigger. I cupped his balls and leaned forward to suck his nipple. Corben just stood there, hands at his sides, breathing casually, as if what was happening right now was an everyday occurrence.

Maybe for hot guys like him, it was.

As I cruised my hand from his balls to his shaft, I flitted my tongue from his left nipple to his right and his cock grew longer and thicker. . . and harder.

My insides clenched with the thrill of my glorious creation. I’d never experienced the growth of a man’s cock in my hand before, and damn, if it wasn’t the sexiest thing ever. Within a surprisingly short amount of time, he’d tripled in size.

I had to see his beast.

Pushing my thumbs into the elastic of his track pants, I tugged them down to his ankles and stood back to admire this glorious creature.

Corben just stood there, muscle on muscle, with a mighty erection, hard and waiting. Waiting for me. It was nice to be waited on. No, it was better than nice; with his glorious member reaching out for me like that, it was fucking hot.

I tugged my bag from the back of the dining chair and rummaged for a condom. It took way too long, and I made a mental note to put them into a zippered pocket next time.

Found at last, I handed one to him. “You’ll need this.”

He tore the wrapper in half with his teeth, and as he rolled the rubber on like an expert, I undid the button at the back of my neck and let my dress fall to my waist. As he ogled my exposed breasts, my nipples peaked, hardening and pulsing out an erotic beat. I undid the zipper at the side of my dress, and the flowing fabric fell to the floor.

Corben placed his hands on my hips and hoisted me onto his hips, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him. At the kitchen counter, he shoved things aside, and the crash of crockery didn’t horrify me like it should have—in fact, it was the opposite.

My panties were torn from my body, and the sound of shredding fabric excited me like I would never have believed. The fact that a man with a body like Corben wanted me made my insides pulse like crazy.

“Lean back.” His voice was a throaty baritone.

He squeezed and sucked my breast, drawing out my nipple until it snapped from his lips. I put my weight on one hand and reached around to rub my throbbing clit.

He nudged my hands aside and shoved his finger into me. With his mouth doing amazing things to my boob, his finger plunged in and out of my pussy.

The full kitchen lights beaming down on my body ensured I got an unfiltered view of not one but two of his thick fingers gliding into me, each slick with my juices.

The view drove me wild, and I rubbed my clit hard, punishing it in time with his finger-fucking. Our breathing grew to a fever pitch, and I cried out as an orgasm shuddered through me.

Corben reached behind him, grabbed a kitchen chair, and placed the seat behind his knees. He clutched my butt and tugged me forward on the kitchen counter.

“Wrap your legs around me and put your feet on the chair.”

I did as he instructed.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Done.

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