Page 75 of Negotiating Tactics

“Come here,” I said, perched on one edge of the bed.

“I thought we just had a talk about you bossing me around,” she said.

“No, I wouldn’t call it a talk. You said you didn’t like it, and I called you on your lie,” I said.

She chuckled, then stepped between my legs.

I wanted to touch her, but first I flicked on the lamp and saw her frown.

“Why is that on?” she asked.

“So I can see you,” I said, rubbing the outside of her thighs.

“You couldn’t miss me,” she said, then chuckled.

But I recognized what it was. Her being defensive, self-deprecating when there was absolutely no reason to be.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she said, staring down at me.

“Like what?” I asked, inching the hem of the shirt up, up, up, though I kept my gaze locked on hers.

“Like you want to devour me,” she said.

“Because I do,” I responded, pulling the shirt up and over her head and then tossing it aside.

“Well…” She started, stopped, then lowered her gaze to mine.

She smiled down at me, and I saw that any nerves she may have had faded. She stared at me with hot desire, and my chest squeezed tight with emotions I’d only ever felt with her.

“What?” I said, remembering that she’d about to say something but had never gotten it out.

She blushed but still met my eyes with that boldness that was present even when Alex was at her most nervous or unsure. “What if I want to devour you first?”

Words weren’t necessary, not when I could show her how much I wanted her.

I was bare chested but had thrown on boxer-briefs, which I quickly shed.

My cock was at full attention, eager, but I maintained control, my fingers gripping her sheets as she stared down at me.

I let out a hiss at the first brush of her soft fingers against the crown of my cock.

Squeezed the sheets harder when she lowered her to her knees, bringing herself eye level with my cock.

She stared at me intently, her gaze focused, and the look was enough to make my stomach muscles tighten as I fought to maintain control.

She moved toward me slowly, and I expected her to take me in her mouth and shivered in anticipation of her hot tongue against my skin.

But she didn’t do as I expected.

Instead, she kissed my thigh, trailing her lips up my leg to nuzzle the base of my cock, then trailing a line of soft, barely there kisses against my shaft that had me bucking my hips.

“It’s not nice to tease, Alex,” I said through clenched teeth as she kissed the underside of my cock, then licked my heavy sac.

She let out a husky chuckle but didn’t speed up. She gently gripped my heavy sac as she rained soft kisses along my length until I was leaking precum.

Finally, when I was worried I was at the end of my control, she opened her mouth and sucked me in, swirling her tongue along my skin, tracing the veins along my length as she drove me even closer to the edge.

The first time she’d used her mouth on me, she’d been shy, unsure, as I’d guided her.

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