Page 39 of Tempting Devil

Gideon sat at the dining room table and sipped on a coffee, a feast spread out before him —eggs benedict, fresh fruit, a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup, even bagels and smoked salmon. I couldn’t help but admire him as his gaze skimmed the pages of a newspaper.

It reminded me of what the barista said the other morning. How he was one of the few people who wasn’t constantly glued to his cell phone.

Until we exchanged numbers, I’d never even seen him look at a cell phone. Instead, whenever we were together, I had his full attention, a rarity these days. Even I was guilty of mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Not Gideon, though.

Sensing my presence, he looked up from the newspaper and paused mid-sip, his eyes flaming as he drank me in.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, folding his newspaper and returning his coffee to the table as I sauntered toward him.

With a seductive smile, I hoisted myself onto the surface mere inches in front of him. Plucking a strawberry off one of the many plates covering the table, I brought it up to my lips and took a slow, tantalizing bite. Gideon’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as his gaze zeroed in on my mouth.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked nonchalantly, as if it were completely normal for me to sit on the dining room table, dressed only in one of his suit shirts, my breasts barely covered.

“I believe my appetite has changed since placing my room service order,” he said in a low voice.

“Is that right?”

As I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, his pupils flamed, his stare dipping to my waist.

“Most definitely.” He slid his hands up my thighs, his touch rough yet gentle at the same time.

Just as he was about to reach my center, a chiming cut through. Cursing under his breath, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out his phone.

“I fucking hate these things,” he growled.

“Something wrong?” I purred.

“Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I have a beautiful woman wearing only my shirt sitting on the table with what I can only assume to be a dripping wet pussy begging to be devoured, and this thing has the audacity to remind me of a meeting I have this morning.”

“A meeting?” I tilted my head as he typed feverishly on his phone.

“Sadly, this isn’t strictly a trip for pleasure.” He clicked off his phone and returned it to his jacket, his attention fully devoted to me once more. “Although I enjoyed quite a bit of pleasure last night.” He waggled his brows.

“Is that right?” I cooed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

His shirt.

“That’s right.” He swallowed hard, his breathing increasing with every inch of skin I exposed to him.

It didn’t matter that we spent all night tangled up in each other without a single scrap of fabric between us. He still admired me as if this were the first time he ever saw me.

As if I were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Well, if you have important business to attend to, I don’t want to interfere.” I smirked as I slid his shirt off my shoulders.

I shouldn’t have felt as empowered as I did, considering I was completely naked while he was fully dressed. But the way his hungry gaze drank me in made me feel desired and wanted.

“You know what they say, don’t you?”

“What’s that?” I chewed on my bottom lip.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

With a firm touch, he pressed a hand to my shoulder, forcing me to lie on my back. Moving his chair closer, he spread my legs as wide as they would go.

“And I really shouldn’t start my morning without a balanced breakfast,” he rasped before burying his face between my thighs and devouring me like it was his last meal.

“Do you think I can steal you again tonight?” Gideon asked as he walked me to the door after I showered and dressed. “I have some prior commitments throughout the day, but I should be free by seven or eight. I don’t want to take you away from your parents,” he added quickly. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He dipped his head toward me, his lips feathering against mine in an achingly tender kiss.

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