Page 32 of Dangerously Tempting

She starts to nod, but I grip her throat to remind her of my rules. “Yes,” she says breathlessly, and that’s all the invitation I need.

I flick open her dress pants before pushing them past her hips so they fall down and puddle at her feet. I glance down at her tight ass between us, her thong splitting the cheeks so perfectly it makes my mouth water. It’s the perfect peach, and I can’t help but want to sink my teeth into it.

I pull her back against me and her hands find my arm, gripping me, but I can’t have that. “Hands against the fridge,” I demand and she complies without any push back, so I dip my hand down to rub her clit through her panties in reward. “Good girl,” I breathe out against her neck, and she shudders.

With a gentle nudge of my foot against hers, she spreads for me, and I lift my hand to push under the silky fabric of her panties and rub her clit with nothing between us. Her head drops back against my shoulder with a shaky exhale and I work her a bit faster.

“Is this what you needed, kitten?”

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Please.”

“Begging already?” I smile before pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

She pants a few breaths, not answering, and my movements stop to let her know I won’t progress without her words. “You inside me,” she finally forces out without confidence.

I squeeze her more tightly against me so she feels just how much of an affect her words have on me. I adjust my arm so I can push two fingers inside of her, continuing to work her clit with my thumb. She groans, her fingers curling against the fridge. I keep fingering her at the same pace, watching pleasure pass over her face as her pussy squeezes around my fingers.

“That’s it. Let it all go. Come on my hand like a good girl.”

She moans, an orgasm overtaking her, and I up the ante. I flick my thumb over her clit faster, curling my fingers to rub over her g-spot, and send her from one orgasm into another so sharply she shouts my name into the silence of her kitchen. I have to tighten my grip around her to keep her from slumping to the floor as she shudders against me.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, and I laugh as she leans her head against the refrigerator to catch her breath.

Once I know she’s not going to fall over, I pull my hand free, stepping back to squeeze my cock through my jeans with my other hand, trying to tell it to calm down. There is no scene in today’s show for him, so he’s just gonna have to deal with it. I move over to the sink, washing my hands, and then go about plating the food and pouring us drinks as she collects herself and rights her clothes.

She’s blushing and wringing her hands together when I finally look up at her again. She’s so cute it’s almost painful. This woman with all these walls, constantly trying to make herself look big, strong, and unapproachable to the outside world, and she’s embarrassed because she was finger fucked in the middle of her kitchen.

“Sit down and eat,” I tell her, playing it off like it didn’t even happen. As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t. She needed an outlet and I gave it. That doesn’t undo her need to take things slow, or wanting to progress this relationship at her own speed. I won’t deny that every second is going into my spank bank, but I don’t expect anything more.

She nods, moving across the kitchen to sit down. It’s a few minutes before she gets over her embarrassment enough to stop blushing and look me in the face.

“I’m sorry I was being a bitch. Thank you for bringing all this, and for being so understanding.”

I nod. “It’s okay. We all have bad days from time to time. I don’t want to miss out on time with you because of them, though. So just talk to me from now on. Or don’t, and we can just have a good time around it until you’re feeling more like yourself.” I can’t help the grin that stretches across my lips.

She blushes again but nods slowly as my words sink in. “You’re right. I’ll do that from now on.”

We finish eating and end up cuddled on the couch watching a movie until she falls asleep against my shoulder. I smile down at her, gently brushing her hair from her face. I’m beginning to wonder if she ever makes it through a movie with how quickly she falls asleep watching them.

I shift her against my chest so I can scoop her up, and then carry her back to her bedroom where I tuck her into bed. She lets out a content sigh as she settles in, and I press a kiss to her forehead. I watch over her for a moment, enjoying how at peace she is, before I make my way down the hall and lock the door behind me as I make my way out.

We can do this. If we just keep it up like this, we can do it. Tori be damned, I’m going to build something with this woman. Even with her occasional sassy ass attitude, I can’t see my future anymore without her in it. I’m not sure exactly when things shifted, but I know without a doubt that she’s my future wife, and I will do whatever I have to in order to get rid of the mess Tori has created so we can have a beautiful life together.

19

Amelia

Playlist: "Hypnotic," Zella Day

A week passes by so quickly that it makes my head spin. When I’m not at work, the gym, or being hounded by Kat about when she can meet him, I’m spending every free minute with Jameson.

Things have been so blissful I’m tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. His list of good qualities keeps growing, even when we’ve encountered plenty of problems along the way that I thought would have him losing it in anger. Between the two of us, we must have the worst odds when it comes to bad luck because we can’t seem to catch a break.

There was the situation with his bike having a flat tire. We ordered food another night and it never showed up, and last night the elevator suddenly stopped working so we had to walk down 12 flights of stairs.

Overall, we’ve just tried to laugh it all off, but with each occurrence the furrow of his brow seems to deepen, and more frustration shows in his eyes. But each time, he rolls with the punches and doesn’t let it ruin our time together.

Honestly, it’s a relief. I’ve had several exes in the past that, at any minor inconvenience, exploded in anger. His energies are warm, protective, and kind, so it makes keeping my own emotions in check all the easier.

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