Page 86 of Playing My Rivals

I’m out of my mind now. Watching his silhouette is beyond hot. I’m drooling out of every pore. My entire body burns with his words.

Following his lead, I reach to give myself the same friction he’s getting.

“No you don’t.” His voice, low and heated. “You don’t decide what happens here.”

Erotic. Check.

Sexy as fuck. Check.

Darkly fantastic. Check.

And we haven’t even started. Against everything I want to do, I follow his command. The buildup is beyond torture. I need something to grind on.

Stroking himself, he moves to his knees. He licks his lips as he crawls over the top of me.

He hovers there. “You are the most beautiful woman in the universe. A beautiful mind, a beautiful face, a beautiful body, and a beautiful soul, and I can’t wait to corrupt you.”

“Fuck, Jami. I’m dying here. Please, I need you. Can we get on with it?”

“Awe…my sweet temptress. Your impatience will cost you.” He presses his body to mine, rubbing his cock against my lower abdomen. I rock my hips toward it.

“It seems like you need something.” He trails his fingers right above where I crave his touch the most.

I want to get mouthy, but his hooded eyes tell me not to.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I breathe.

His fingers creep down more. In response, I push up to help him get there faster.

“Did I say you could move?” He lowers his head to the crook of my neck. His teeth scrape my skin.

I shake my head and still my body. I would’ve never guessed I would like this, but he seems to know me better than I know myself.

“Such a good girl, my sweet temptress.” Lust is all I hear.

Holy shit.

Jami’s controlling in bed, so I guess that makes me submissive. And I like it. A lot. Who would’ve thought? My brain whips with this revelation, but I’m not going to get stuck in it.

It takes everything in me to hold still. My breath is shallow and I’m getting dizzy.

Reading me, he descends down my stomach with his mouth, switching between kisses and nips. His tongue sweeps across where he leaves his mark on my skin.

He settles between my legs and kisses my inner thigh. He moves like he’s going to give me what I want, but he lingers there.

“I’ve waited far too long for this.” His tongue laps once over my swollen sex. “You made me wait. Maybe I should make you wait.”

My hips jerk in response. “Please don’t make me wait. I’ve waited too. Just as long as you.”

“You plead a good case.” He seals his mouth over me and proceeds to feast.

Kissing, sucking, licking, nipping, and every other possible sensation he can think of, he bestows onto me. It’s nothing but sinful pleasure. I’m on the edge, hanging right there by the smallest thread.

A moan falls from my lips. He stops.

A groan escapes from my throat. He stops.

Any noise I make, he stops.

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