Page 315 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Same reason you want to know about the three hundred thousand dollars—curiosity.”

“Fine. But I’m taking what I want right now.” He crushed his lips to mine, and I moaned, welcoming him.

His tongue dove in, sparring with mine. Drawing back, he stripped off my shirt and bra, tossing them onto the chair.

“My beautiful passionflower.” Growling, he claimed a nipple, suckling me. I gasped as delicious sensations rocked me, bright and hot. His hand cupped my breast, kneading, and possessing while his mouth sucked and drawing on my nipple.

I gripped his shaggy dark hair, tugging as I watched him feast on me. The image excited me and I arched my back, wanting more. He looked like a wild beast with tattoos feasting on his favorite prey.

“Kain . . .” I muttered.

“Yes, baby?” He circled my nipple with his tongue.

“I—”

What did I want to say? I couldn’t think straight. Heat gathered at my center, wanting to burst.

“I know what you want.” He gave my nipple a hard tug.

How could he know?

Kain rose from the chair and lifted me onto the table where I could look outside at the busy street with people shopping. He shifted his chair, sat down, stripped off my pants, and stared at my purple underwear. If I had known I’d be in this position, I would have worn something sexier.

“Purple is sexy on you.” He hooked a finger through the pantie, slid it off, and dropped it beside him. “Now, sit back and enjoy.” A wicked smile stretched across his handsome face.

I leaned back and braced my hands on the table. A tidal wave of anticipation rose in me.

He nudged my thighs open, lifted one leg over his shoulder and shifted the other out to the side. I was exposed to him in every way. My face heated with embarrassment as he stared at my sex. No man had spent that much time looking at me like that.

“A magnificent work of art that’s all mine.” He pressed his face into me, inhaled, and licked me.

Oh my God.

My body jerked from the wetness of his tongue. The wave of pleasure crashed down on me. My thighs shuddered as his tongue continued the decadent onslaught.

He moaned. “So good. So perfect.” He sucked on my bud and I bucked, sending my hips into his face. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Want more, baby?”

“Yes, please.” I licked my lips.

He sucked me again and again. Then he slid two fingers into me while his mouth continued to feast.

Pleasure blinded me as my body collapsed onto the table. One hand yanked at his hair while the other gripped the edge of the table for stability. His fingers pumped and pumped, and I wanted his cock to do that to me. I wanted him to bring me pleasure.

“I want you inside me now!” the urgent command flew out.

He smiled. “As you wish, baby.” He unzipped his jeans and dropped them along with his boxers, revealing his glorious cock. He stroked himself while matching my mouth open.

Desperation stirred in me. “I need you.”

Smiling, he reached for a condom in his jeans pocket and ripped it open. After pulling it on, he positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me. “I need you too.” He slid in and out of me, groaning as his thick cock stretched my muscles.

I loved how he filled me, making me feel complete. His T-shirt was still on while I was bared to him.

“More.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him to own me.

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