Page 35 of Seductive Hearts

Right now, though? It seemed a lot more important to call the gorgeous, arrogant prick’s bluff.

His eyes widened a bit when I left my chair. I was wearing a knee-length dress, and with that in mind, I passed him in favor of taking a folded dish towel from where it hung over the oven door handle. “What are you doing?” he asked, at a loss for once.

Rather than answer, I showed him by folding the towel and letting it fall to the floor between his feet, then dropping to my knees on it. I said nothing, holding his gaze, daring him to look away as I undid his belt, then unbuttoned his slacks. He was already hard by the time I dipped my hand into the opening at the front of his boxer briefs and withdrew his thick cock.

I forgot how big it was. It was one thing to remember something, but another to hold it in my hand and feel it surge and twitch.

“What are you going to do now?” His voice was a deep, seductive growl that took my pussy from wet to dripping. Who was I kidding, thinking I could resist the opportunity to do this?

I pushed the guilt aside, lowered my head, and took Colton between my lips. His sudden, sharp intake of breath was intoxicating. I wanted more. I wasn’t the only one powerless in all of this. He was just as weak for me.

The idea made me bolder. I watched every twitch of his face as I ran my tongue along the ridge of his swollen head. “Fuck me…” He groaned, closing his eyes, his head falling back, and the most delicious thrill ran through me.

I was going to make him beg.

“What do you want me to do with this?” I ran my tongue from his base to the bundle of nerves under its head, drinking in the sound of his tight, labored breathing.

“Put it in your mouth,” he groaned out, reaching to take the back of my head and guide me.

I pushed his hand away, making his eyes fly open in surprise. Without another word, I did as I was asked, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth and using my hand to handle the rest.

I took a few experimental sucks before letting him fall from my lips, stroking him with my hand. “Like that?” I whispered, grinning at his miserable groan.

“Suck me.” He grunted, lifting his hips, desperate for my mouth.

The sight and sound of his need, combined with the feeling of this being so incredibly wrong, made my panties moisten. On my knees, on the kitchen floor, the remains of our meal still sitting on the table while my head bobbed rhythmically up and down. It was downright sinful, and I couldn’t get enough of his soft, slurping sounds mixed with his deep, throaty grunts.

“You’re so good… so fucking good to my cock. Take it, baby,” he whispered, his breath quickening.

I took him as deep as I could, barely able to keep from gagging before raising my head until his ridge rested against the inside of my lips. I sucked harder, flicking my tongue along the underside.

His eyes flew open wide while a strangled cry tore itself from him.

“Hang on.” He let out a regretful little groan as he gently but firmly pulled me off him. “I don’t know what else you were in the mood for, but this is going to end real fast if you keep doing that.” He tipped his head to the side. “Though it’s not like I couldn’t get it up again.”

“Maybe I don’t feel like waiting.” I stood and hiked my dress up over my hips, taking his hands and silently instructing him to remove my thong. He fished a condom out of his wallet and unrolled it over his twitching length, staring at my sex as he did.

He didn’t have it all the way unrolled before I climbed onto his lap and straddled him with the balls of my feet on the floor. “We can always finish dinner later,” I whispered, impaling myself on him.

Just one more time.

13

COLTON

What was happening?

It was bad enough I’d let her stay with me after dinner earlier in the week when we were exhausted after hours spent letting dinner get cold while we went crazy on each other.

That was a first, spending the entire night. As it turned out, I didn’t hate it.

I didn’t hate it now, either.

Saturday morning, we were in my bed. Waking up next to her didn’t carry with it any of what I used to assume—discomfort, awkwardness. There was none of that. There was only lying together, her head on my shoulder, her arm draped over my stomach.

If anything, maybe she had taught me something about myself. I could handle what used to be unthinkable, like ending every day this past week with the same woman.

It was amazing we’d managed to make it to work on time, to say nothing of productivity. Somehow, pretending we were nothing more than colleagues in front of the crew added something to the experience. I would catch her eye sometimes and wonder what they would think if they only knew what she was like behind closed doors.

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