Page 356 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“No. It’s the dress.”

“You’re bare under this dress, but you weren’t hoping to find a man who would slip is hand beneath the material and find you like this? How long have you been wet for me?”

“Too long,” I tell him. It’s been too long. Definitely before I noticed how hard he was while sitting across the bathroom from me.

“Good enough.” Slipping another finger inside me, he begins to move them slowly in and out before taking them out completely.

I want to cry at the loss of contact. I want more. I want him inside me.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch yourself come.”

I swallow, not looking away from him in the mirror.

“Have you ever done that before?”

“No.”

“Good. I want you to watch yourself, to see exactly what I’ll get to see when I slip my cock deep inside of you and watch you come undone. I want you to know exactly how fucking gorgeous you’ll look in that moment.”

Unable to form words, I nod. Looking at the woman in mirror, I wonder how the hell I got here. I don’t have to consider the answer before I feel the air on my skin as Hendrix uses the slit in the dress to expose my flesh. Gripping me by hip, he guides me to bend a little at the waist, bringing my backside closer to him.

A shiver works its way down my spine as his nose runs along my thigh before bringing his face between my legs. My knees buckle at the first swipe of his tongue against my heated flesh.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper.

Hendrix doesn’t seem to notice the struggle I’m having standing here, his tongue moving with purpose, opening me up to him, flicking against my clit before his lips close over the sensitive spot and suck. I tighten my grip on the counter to hold myself up, my head tipping back when his finger slides into me.

“Keep watching.” He stops just long enough to say the words before his mouth is back on me and he’s adding a second finger.

I watch my skin flush and my breathing pick up. I’m lost watching the woman in the mirror, feeling nothing but pleasure. It happens so fast, my mouth opens as I try to stop the moan of Hendrix’s name as my orgasm takes over. My back arching, I push back, needing more and wanting to ride out the pleasure with his mouth on me and his fingers moving steadily inside me. Just as I come back to myself, I notice Hendrix standing back up, pressing his chest against me.

Gripping my jaw, he turns my face and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips—something I never thought I would enjoy. But there’s something about knowing he just brought me to orgasm with that mouth that has me wanting more from him.

The sound of his zipper is the only noise in the room. Without a word, he works his way between my legs, slowly sliding his cock into me.

“Breathe, gorgeous.”

I nod, watching his face as he slowly pushes into me, inch by inch. “Hendrix,” I moan, not sure what I’m trying to say or what I need. I just know I need all of him.

“I know, baby.” Pulling back until just the tip is left, he thrusts forward, his hips moving faster. In and out. We watch each other in the mirror.

I let my head tip back to rest against his shoulder, unable to hold myself up anymore. Hendrix wraps his arm around my waist, holding me to him while he continues to move faster and harder. We watch the swell of my breasts in the mirror as they bounce with the movement. “You are a fucking dream,” he whispers in my ear.

“Hendrix. I’m so close.”

“I know, gorgeous. Me too.”

Slipping my hand under the fabric of my dress, I rub my clit, needing relief. My body is burning with pleasure, and for a second, I worry that I’ll combust if I don’t come right now.

“Now, Harlow,” he commands. With a cry of pleasure, my second release takes over. I sag into his body, hoping he has the strength to hold me up. His body tenses before I feel his release. “Christ, you’re going to kill me.”

Hendrix slips from my body, and I stare at him as he gets himself back in order while I catch my breath.

“Let’s go,” he says, fixing my dress so everything is covered. His gaze moves to my hair, probably noticing the mess he made of it while kissing me and the way the small curls are forming at the nape from sweat.

“What?” I ask, a little dazed.

“Let’s go. I’m not finished with you, and I’ll be damned if I fuck you in this bathroom again. I have a bed upstairs that I need to see you naked on.”

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