Page 49 of Tempting

Christ.

I press my lips to her throat and suck, avoiding her lips.

If this is all we’re going to be, we need a new fucking boundary.

Her pretty eyes drift shut, her lashes kiss her cheeks, and her lips part.

I take both her wrists in mine and pin them above her head, wanting to fuck her hard and fast and fucking raw until she’s taken everything I have to give and begs me for more. But I can’t. That’s not what Mackenzie needs. What she deserves. Not this time.

There are a million ways I want to fuck this woman.

On her knees.

Bent over that goddamned island in the kitchen.

Straddling me, with her tits bouncing with each goddamn movement until she’s screaming my name like a goddamn porn star. But that’s not what tonight is about.

Tonight, she needs to be in control. She moans beneath me as she spreads her thighs, making room for my body. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs as her eyes glaze over.

I lean down and grab my jeans from the floor, then fish a condom out of my wallet and slide it down my cock, only ever taking my eyes off her long enough to notice the oversized, ornate mirror propped up in the corner of the room. “I want you to see what I see, beautiful.”

“What?” she whispers in confusion before I pull her up in front of me and run my hands over her head and down her body, eliciting the sexiest shiver I’ve ever seen. It skips along her spine and stops at the twin dimples directly above her perfect heart-shaped ass. I run my hand over the soft skin, then smack one cheek, loving the bright red handprint it leaves. “ So fucking beautiful.”

Mac moans and looks over her shoulder at me, drunk with lust.

I bite down on her shoulder, then soothe the ache with my tongue. “I want you to watch us there, Mac.” I point at the full-sized reflection of our bodies in front of us. “Don’t turn around. Look straight ahead and watch me fuck you.”

Kenzie

Nixon drags the head of his cock through my drenched sex, and the sight of him is almost as erotic as the feel of him... So close.

His big body dwarfs mine, and if I thought he looked like a god earlier, that didn’t hold a candle to watching him like this. Seeing the need in his eyes. The way his chest rises and falls as his hands learn every inch of my body.

Caressing and teasing. Tweaking and spanking . . .

And my lord. The spanking. I have no words. Just needy, wanton desperation.

Nixon’s golden skin looks sinful next to mine.

And if I knew sinning could be so sexy, I may have abandoned religion years ago.

His lips run along my shoulder, and his teeth graze over that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulders, making my entire body vibrate.

His lips tilt into a sexy, self-satisfied smile as I shake, and he strokes my clit with his cock. “You ready for me, baby?”

It’s the baby that does it for me.

I know it shouldn’t. I have no right to want to be claimed by this man.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

Doesn’t mean anything.

But there’s something about the possession in that single word that’s intoxicatingly electrifying.

I watch as he notches his huge cock at my entrance, and my entire body quivers with anticipation.

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