Page 10 of Captive Desire

I know what I want. The pulse between my thighs says it all. However, I can also hear the steps of other men walking throughout the home. “We are hardly alone.”

He throws a glance over his shoulder toward the exit. Scoffing, he shakes his head

“They’ll know better than to look.” His breath tickles my throat. “They’ll get used to hearing you. I’ll take you on whatever surface you want. Just say the word. Give the command and I am yours.”

Now that makes my stomach tighten. Romeo is mine.

Despite putting me in a situation where it feels like I can only follow along, this man is showing me the power I have. He makes me feel strong.

Chewing my lip, I consider doing something dangerous. Something I would never do on a normal day. Everything about today is the opposite of normal.

“I want you,” I confess as my hands fumble with my jeans. Seeing the way his eyes flash and his mouth curves, my cheeks burn. “Not all of you. Just your mouth.”

This is my safest approach. I have to tell myself that, otherwise, I’ll think I lost this fight before it truly begins.

“I’ll take everything you have to give,” he agrees before helping me out of my jeans. From the way he frowns at my maternity pants by the time he gets them halfway down my thighs, I can bet he’d be more willing to have me walkabout without wearing anything.

He might like to act like he has all of the patience in the world, but I know that is a lie. The hunger behind his gaze is undeniable.

Looking cautiously toward the door once more, my toes curl as my underwear disappears next.

He takes a minute to take in the view. Looking mesmerized, he even licks his lips like he’s about to indulge in a meal fit for a king. How fitting.

“You have no idea how much I missed this view.” His words come out thick, gruff. “How much I’ve wanted to taste you again. Do you think you’ve gotten sweeter over the months?

This man would make me laugh if I wasn’t drowning in heat.

Sucking in a breath, I hardly recognize my voice as I meet his heavy gaze. “On your knees.”

Maybe I just want to test out this power he insists I have over him, or I simply want him to take care of this pesky arousal he’s been adding to ever since he stole me away.

Romeo looks proud, grinning as he does as I say. If anyone were to catch us and see their boss following orders, I can only imagine what they would think.

Right now, I can’t even do that. Not when his hands are pushing my legs apart and squeezing the underside of my thighs. My stomach makes it hard to take in his hunger, but I’m feeling spellbound as I feel his breath brush against my slickness.

His mouth grazes my thigh before he places a gentle kiss. “Will you let me take my time?”

“You really want to give me the reins to tell you when to stop?” I have a hard time believing he’d listen well enough to hear my voice. Not with the way he’s looking so mesmerized. “We’ll see how you do.”

My words are nothing but a bluff. He’s going to be amazing and we both know it. That’s why he smirks, taking them as nothing but a challenge.

With that, he closes in and eliminates the space between us.

His tongue is welcoming, plunging inside of me while his thumb grazes my clit. There’s something about the way his chest rumbles because of a growl forming despite having nothing but a simple taste of my slickness.

This man plans on devouring me now that I’ve opened up the gate.

Arching against the counter, his name is the first thing to come from my lips. I can’t worry about being heard when he makes each moan flow from my lips.

Closing my eyes tight, I bury a hand through his hair and mess up the styled look. Dragging him closer, nothing but whimpers pass my lips as he thrusts his tongue in deeper.

“Fucking delicious,” he all but growls. “All mine.”

There it is again, the sound of possessiveness.

Unable to focus on anything but the tantalizing strokes of his tongue and the circles drawn by his thumb, the pulse between my thighs throbs faster and faster. I’m getting closer and closer to my downfall.

Romeo notices how quickly I’m reaching my limit. My responses encourage him to continue his onslaught until I’m left sticky and close to my release.

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