Page 59 of Mark & Don't Tell

I let go of her thong and squeeze her ass. “Was that enough?”

She giggles against my skin, and that sound hits my chest hard. “Were two orgasms enough? Yeah, I think I’m good.”

Smiling, I smooth my palms over her ass one last time before reluctantly pulling her jeans back into place. She eases away from my chest, one of her hands pressed between my pecs as she sits. When her ass slots over my cock, I swallow a groan.

Fuck, she feels so good, and she’s not even naked.

I fix her thong and re-button her jeans before leaning forward and sucking her tit into my mouth one last time. Her arms wrap around me, a pleased hum slipping out of her.

While I could stay here all night, giving her as many orgasms as she needs, I want to take her on a date. Now that she’s not desperate to come, I can focus on getting to know her, so as much as it pains me, I release her nipple and fix her bra and shirt, gazing up at her as I put her back together.

Her eyes rove over my face, the smile on her face almost lazy, satiated. Pleased. Fulfilled.

For now, at least.

Smirking, I pull her lips to mine and kiss her. “Get back in your seat, Daria.”

“Yes, sir,” she purrs before slipping off me and crawling to her side of the car.

That nickname does something funny to my insides, and my cock jerks hard in my pants. Yeah, one of these days, I’d like to have her down on her knees, crawling toward me as she calls me sir.

But for now, the scent of her pleasure on my hands is enough.

The look on Daria’s face when I open her door and reveal the helicopter waiting for us makes my chest swell with pride. I don’t think she truly believed me when I told her what I had planned for our date. The sky is clear, and the sunset will be pretty but not nearly as beautiful as her. Her shimmering hazel eyes lean more green tonight, and her lips are swollen from our kisses, a shade of red no lipstick could ever match. Daria takes my hand. Though I expect her to ignore me and continue staring, she meets my gaze as she stands.

We’re so close, we could almost touch, but I only allow myself to hold her hand, because I have a feeling that once I start touching her again, I won’t be able to stop.

She tries to be discreet as she breathes in my scent, but there’s no missing the way her cheeks flush. “Good thing I’m not afraid of heights,” she whispers in awe.

Keeping her hand in mine, I pull her toward our ride. “Have you ever ridden in a helicopter?”

She gives me a look. “Do I look like I’ve been in one?”

Stopping beside the open door, I nod at the pilot before facing Daria. “What do you mean by that?”

“You saw where I live,” she says softly, eyes bouncing between mine. “I’m not the type of omega that belongs in a helicopter.”

How can she say that?

Unable to resist, I cup her face and tip it back, rubbing my thumbs over her cheeks as I look her dead in the eyes and say, “You look like you belong wherever I put you.”

Her tongue dashes out to wet her lips, and I lower one thumb to her bottom lip, sweeping over the plush skin and stealing the moisture all for myself.

She gazes up at me through her eyelashes. “And where do you want to put me?”

The question goes straight to my cock, which is already hard from watching her come. “So many places, but for starters, I’m taking you on a tour before dinner.” The thin jacket she’s wearing won’t be warm enough for the ride. I grab one of the fleeces sitting on the seat and place it around her shoulders, smiling as she immediately slides her arms into it and lifts the collar to her nose.

“It smells like you.”

“That’s because it’s mine.” I pull on my own and grab her hips, hoisting her up. Her hands fall on my shoulders. As intended, those full tits nearly smash against my face as I help her into the helicopter. A better alpha would let her go without brushing his palms over her thighs. I’m not that alpha.

She bites her bottom lip as I climb in, placing my hands on either side of her head once I’m inside and gazing down at her. From this angle, I can see straight down her shirt, and fuck me if I don’t like what I see.

“Kai?”

Diving in, I steal a quick kiss, parting her lips with my tongue and stroking hers until she whimpers into my mouth. She tastes sweet, addictive, and like I might say screw it and send the pilot home, so I can knot her right here and now.

Determined to give her the perfect date, I break away from the kiss and drop into the seat beside her. I shouldn’t have tasted her come, because my cock is painfully hard at the thought of burying my face between those pretty thighs and making her come directly on my tongue.

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