Page 9 of Dangerously Tempting

“Favorite meal of the day?” she questions, and I chuckle, running my fingers over her calves that are over my lap as I gaze out over the city from where we sit on the balcony.

We’ve been going back and forth, asking the truly important questions, and it’s been lots of laughter and teasing. It’s probably the most fun I’ve had with a conversation in, well, ever. Most people are surface level, so to cut through the bullshit and dig into specifics is oddly refreshing.

“Breakfast, for dinner,” I answer after some thought, and she nods in agreement.

“Good answer. Carbs all day every day.” She glances down at my stomach and scrunches up her nose. “Which is probably why I’ll never discover my abs.”

“Don’t do that,” I press, and her eyes flick up to mine.

“Do what?”

“Be negative about your body.” I slide my hand up her leg to squeeze her thigh. “You’re soft in all the right ways. Grabbable. Fuckable. Sexy.”

Her lip quirks up at the corner and she looks down at her lap, blushing. “I wasn’t trying to be negative or fish for compliments. I’m just acknowledging the fact that abs will never be in the cards for me. Too much dedication that I don’t have.”

“Something tells me that you do have the dedication, it’s just being used for something else in your life that isn’t abs. Nothing wrong with that. Now, back to breakfast for dinner. Think they still serve food at this time of night?” I question, glancing at my watch.

She laughs, shrugging. “I mean, always worth a shot when it comes to pancakes.”

“On it,” I say, tapping her legs, and she pulls them into her chair so I can stand up. I step into the room to call down and check, which thankfully they do, and are even willing to do breakfast foods. When I hang up the phone and step back out onto the balcony, she’s bent over the railing, looking down at all the lights.

The swell of her ass peeks out from under my button up, and I can’t resist the urge to press up against her from behind, squeezing her hips to stress the point I made even more. I can’t keep my hands off of her, and want to squeeze every part of her I can get them on.

“Favorite position?” I question, taking my turn to ask a question like there was no interruption.

She snorts, glancing back at me over her shoulder as she pushes her ass back into me. “Would it make me really vanilla if I said doggy?”

“Not at all.” I run my hand down the swell of her ass. “I really enjoy doggy, too.” To punctuate my point, I pull my hand back and spank her. She yelps, taken off guard, but immediately pushes back into my hand as I rub away the sting. “Are you sore?”

“No,” she responds quickly, and I step away for a moment to grab a condom. She shifted while I was away, scooting back to lean farther over, the shirt lifting farther to reveal her now bare pussy, wet and ready for me.

I don’t even bother to fully undress, just drop my pants around my ankles, roll the condom on, and push inside her. We both groan at the connection, and I push her hair over her shoulder so I can grip the back of her neck. “Fuck,” I growl as she pushes back into me. “You take my cock so well.”

She moans her agreement, reaching down to strum her clit, and I knock her hand away to replace it with my own. “Your pleasure is mine. Mine. It will come from my hands. My dick. My mouth.”

“Yours,” she gasps in agreement as I push deeper and pinch and pluck at her clit until she’s quivering under my touch.

I shift my hand from the back of her neck, dipping beneath her arm to grip the sides of her throat instead. I use the grip and my arm banded across her chest as leverage to haul her up until her back is against my chest and I’m fucking up into her. She grabs my arm as my fingers tighten around her throat, and I watch as her eyelashes flutter as her head grows lighter.

There’s just something about her that makes my dominant side stand up even taller than it normally does. The urge to take from her, give to her, devour her. It’s almost overwhelming. Undeniable. If we had more time, I’d let loose a bit more each time until she was comfortable, but since we don’t have that luxury, I have to skate that edge as carefully as possible, so she’s getting enough but not too much.

This is about her, after all. My own pleasure is just an added bonus.

I dip my head, nipping at the shell of her ear. “You’re going to come for me.”

“Yes,” she says with a vigorous nod. “Yes,” she says again, and this time it sounds like a plea.

“Squeeze me. Milk me dry, kitten.” I pinch her clit before doubling down on the strumming that makes her quake. “Come,” I growl in demand, and she detonates.

She comes with a groan, burying her face in my neck to muffle the sound. As much as I want to draw this out and enjoy her some more, the choke hold her pussy has on my cock pulls me right over the edge with her. We’re still catching our breath when a knock sounds on the door, and we both laugh at our impeccable timing.

She ducks into the bathroom to clean up and I tug my sweatpants back up before disposing of the condom and opening the door for our food. The man on the other side of the cart gives me a knowing look but says nothing as he wheels the food into the room.

“Enjoy your meal,” he says smoothly before tipping his head and exiting the room.

The bathroom door swings open once the door closes behind him, and Amelia steps out, rubbing her hands together in an excited motion that makes me smile. “Thank goodness! You’ve fucked me to starvation.”

I bark out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Well, by all means, dig in, then.” I pull the lid off one of the dishes, making a grand reveal motion with my other hand. “Bon appetit.”

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