Page 37 of Tease Me

“Oh.” I reached up, and with the diamond between my finger and thumb, I gently tugged on it again. He groaned, his eyes rolled, and the head of his cock nudged my opening.

I parted my legs, ready for his glorious masterpiece to give me my birthday present. Hovering above me like an act in a magic show and maintaining eye contact, he entered me. He plunged slow and deep, allowing me to feel every throbbing inch of him until he was right up to the hilt.

He paused there, our eyes still locked, our breathing mingled, and deep inside me his cock bulged. It was an exquisite move that had my insides tingling.

He pulled out, pausing when his cock was right at the very tip. The heat of his crown nudged my pussy, and I adjusted my hips, silently begging him to drive that jackhammer into me again.

And he did. All the way in, fast and hard, once, twice, three times. Then he stopped, pulled out to the edge, closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and sucked air through his teeth. His torso was as hard as his swollen cock. Every magnificent inch was loaded with tension. His long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders and tickled my breasts.

This time, when he entered me, he rotated his hips as he penetrated, and that simple move touched something unique inside me. He pulled out and did it again, pivoting his hips, and with each stroke I grew more sensitive.

Is that my G-spot?

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Whatever he was doing, he could go right on doing it.

And he did.

Over and over, he corkscrewed into me, increasing his pace with each plunge. I pulled my knees up, raising my bottom off the bed, and that set off a firecracker.

I clawed the sheets. I clawed at his back. I was at his orgasmic mercy, and he drew out every ounce of my lust.

My birthday orgasm was everything it should be—out of this world. Epic.

Sebastien cried out. His final thrusts were fast. Hard. And performed like a perfectly choreographed dance.

He fell onto my chest, and as I drove my fingers through his hair we remained as one until our breathing returned to normal.

It was a very long time before he rolled off me. With a jolt, I remembered where I should be and pushed up from the bed.

“Wow,” I said as I rolled my legs off the side and planted my heels on the floor. Then I stood on wobbly legs and set about finding my bits and pieces scattered around the penthouse.

Sebastien propped up on an elbow and pulled a pillow down to cover his groin. “So, is it really your birthday?”

Not bothering with my teddy, I pulled my dress on, and as I did the knot at my hip, I turned to him and smiled. “Yes, it is. Thank you for the dance. You dance beautifully.”

He tilted his head, and his hair fell to one side. “You’re the one who is beautiful.”

“Pfft.” I waved him away. “I bet you’re surrounded by much more beautiful women than me every day.”

“True.” The certainty in his voice was undeniable, and I wanted to slap him.

“But,” he said quickly, “they are so obsessed with leur apparence, they’ve forgotten how to feel.” He thumped his chest with his fist. The sound was like punching a board. He reached out for my hand, and I stepped forward and took it. “The beauty within you allows you to feel, and that’s what makes you beautiful. Don’t ever lose that magic.”

Okay, he’s forgiven. His words sent my heart fluttering, and when his green eyes drilled into me, I wondered if the enchanting Sebastien De Marco was caressing my heart.

A flush of heat flamed my neck, and it took all my might to pull away from him. I made my way to the door, ready to dash for the elevator.

“Please.” He stopped me with the pleading in his voice, and I turned back to him. “Please tell me your name.”

I clutched the folds of my dress and curtsied. “I’m Memphis. It was lovely to meet you.”

He inclined his head. “Happy birthday, Memphis.”

I stepped through his doorway, raced for the elevator, and after jabbing the button a million times, I plucked my phone from my purse to check the time. It was eleven forty. I’d been away from reception for more than an hour. My ride took forever to arrive, and with every ticking second my heart elevated a notch.

By the time I reached my room, I was just about having a heart attack. I raced into the bathroom, stripped off, plucked out my contacts, scrubbed off my makeup, pulled off the wig, and jumped into the shower.

Within five minutes, I was redressed in what I’d worn earlier. I grabbed my bag, shoved my diary in, and raced out the door again.

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