Page 39 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

Does he really want an answer to his question? I’m afraid of opening my mouth. Especially when the truth may roll out.

I don’t want to eat them. Rather, I wouldn’t mind getting the same treatment for myself. Rather than on my finger, I want Rhett’s mouth, his tongue, everywhere.

“It would be a waste to not enjoy a few of them.” Tearing my eyes away from him, I take in the box I brought up. Grabbing a cupcake, I pluck off the cherry and lift my gaze once more.

With such intensity and such expectation, Rhett watches as I consume the cherry. He steps closer to the desk, parting my knees further apart with his hips. With a held breath, I press the cupcake against my throat, leaving nothing but a white smear of stickiness against my skin. Like I’m a canvas, I drag the ruined cupcake up my chin and across my lips.

Licking my lips, I hum as the sweet flavor leaves me unraveling.

I swear I hear this man growl in satisfaction.Growl!

For a man who doesn’t want to believe that I have this problem with sweets, he’s doing nothing but encouraging me. What a terrible influence.

Before I can think of making a bigger mess, he’s grabbing my chin. As heat coils around in my stomach, I stop thinking.

Thinking does nothing but make this interaction complicated. The truth is undeniable. I want this man.

When he swoops down to steal a sugary kiss, I don’t complain. Instead, I freaking melt.

The poor cupcake takes a tumble from my hold as I’m moving my grip to his neck. Pulling him closer, I welcome the force of his tongue with open arms. Getting a bit of frosting on his neck is purely accidental, but now I want to lick it off later.

When he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the desk, I feel his arousal digging into my inner thigh. Turns out, he does get turned on by being bossy. If not in general, he’s affected by givingmeorders.

I’ll do whatever this man wants if it means getting he’ll be the one to take care of this throbbing.

As my sex clenches by even the lightest of brushes, I’m undoing the buttons of my shirt through jerky motions. Feeling hot beneath the fabric, my clothes are only getting in the way. Rhett must agree because he’s helping shove the shirt off my shoulders. Soon, it joins the cupcake on the floor.

Something else clatters to the floor as I’m pressed flat against his desk. When my hips jerk, Rhett does well with holding me down.

Towering over my body, he licks at my chin and sucks at my throat. Groaning lowly, he bites the hollow part of my throat. Once he’s pulling back and licking at my lips, I realize there’s no backtracking.

I’m in. I’m so fucking in. I will paint my body in frosting if it means he’ll lick me all over.

He’s undoing my pants, urging me to lift my hips. His words come out rough, desperate. To think I’m seeing all sorts of new sides of this man today. In a matter of seconds, I’m left naked against his desk. All while he’s fully clothed.

What a turn on.

My heart races as I watch him pick up another cupcake. He eats the cherry, sighing in satisfaction.

“Has Nicolas ever licked this cunt clean after sprinkling some sugar down here?” He presses the cupcake against my twitching stomach and slowly glides it downward. Not patient enough to wait for an answer, I jerk when he grazes my arousal with the dessert.

“We’ve never…” Struggling to find words, my insides burn. “This is new.”

Back then, we’d played around with some whipped cream, but that was on bare skin. I’ve never put food anywhere near my pussy. Now I understand why. I can feel the buttercream melting from the heat, dripping and mixing with my juices.

Rhett’s eyes ignite at my words. It’s almost like he enjoys taking a first here. Leaning over me, the heat of his breath brushes my stomach.

Slowly, he licks my stomach clean. As his tongue lips lower, a whimper falls past my lips.

I can’t think, my ability went out the window the moment I tasted the frosting on his finger.

Messing up his ruly state by burying my fingers in his hair, my hips jerk when he reaches my arousal. Not the one to beat around the bush, he buries his tongue deep.

From the heat of my body, I’m sure most of the frosting has melted and stained his desk. Rhett either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care. He’s too busy gripping my hips. My moans fuel him to keep moving. He’s beyond licking me clean now.

Lifting, his mouth is twisted in a harsher frown. The hunger in his gaze has only grown, hardly sated.

After all that time watching from afar, maybe he’s hitting his breaking point. I know I won’t be able to go another day without noticing him on the other side of the lobby without feeling a throb between my legs.

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