Page 108 of The Kiss of Deception

Zoe opens for me without hesitation, her tongue seeking mine with the same abandon, as though she’s putting her fears to rest.

We are chaos and urgency and the deep-seated peace that comes with the bone-deep certainty that we will be like this, just like this, forever.

Savoring her, my hands move up from her waist, travel up her sides to land right under the swell of her breast. The pads of my thumbs brush her ribs, reveling in all smooth skin.

I groan into the kiss. She isn’t wearing a bra. I twitch inside my pants, pushing my groin against her ass as my thumbs run a feather touch against hard nipples. She trembles at the sharp contrast of my calloused touch against her sensitive skin, then whines at the loss of it.

Coming up for breath, I twirl her around, slowly unbuttoning the four buttons of her vest under her dark, heated gaze.

She sways forward as I finish with the last button, letting me drag her top off with hunger. White knuckles fist the mahogany edges of the desk. She tiptoes in search of my touch. Round breasts heave, small and perky and tipped with perfect dusty pink nipples beckon my mouth.

Hypnotized, I cup one in each hand and marvel at the weight. At the perfect fit. I pinch a small nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Then my mouth is there, swallowing her, devouring her as she pulls me away and pushes me closer with a death-grip in my hair.

I plow my hand into her long hair and pull roughly, exposing the unblemished skin of her neck to my teeth—and that taunting tattoo that has tortured me for so long. She moans, grip tightening on the strands of my hair to keep herself upright.

Pliant under my touch, her body arches to me, utterly mine to do as I wish.

Eagerness fumbles to work the button of her pants until she slaps my impatient hands away and does it herself. As soon as it’s undone, her pants are on the floor. Right beside them, I fall to my knees, spreading her wide for my eyes to feast.

Silk in the palest shade of pink with only a dark spot in the middle. I lean to breathe her in, mouth watering, envious of the fabric that soaks her essence. Pulling her panties to the side, I find my glistening pink paradise.

Fucking perfect.

Unable to wait a second longer, I dive in, assaulting her seam with a long lick. As the first hint of her hits my tongue, rich and earthy, my eye roll back, and I groan against her core, brushing my nose against her clit.

Her breath catches in her throat for a moment, becoming quick puffs when I taste her again, thorough, languorous laps that drive us wild, from her entrance to her magical spot. She throws her head back, rolling her nipples between her fingers. I gently clamp my teeth on her clit, drawing out a shaking scream.

“Eyes on me, Zoe.”

Her elbows falter, but she keeps herself upright, bathing me in the darkness of her oceanic irises, as ordered. Watching me as I suck, lick, bite like a mad man until she’s a writhing mess of moans that are pleas, demands, declarations.

“Mi—” She hiccups a breathless cry, blinking confusion and frustration. “Why—Why did you stop?”

My greedy thumb cleans the corners of my mouth before I push it into hers. She sucks it, her tongue lapping, tasting. All the while, mine trails a wet path from her pussy to her navel, all the way through her sternum to arrive at its final destination.

“The first time I make you come will be on my cock.”

I murmur directly against her mouth, and then I’m plunging in, pulling a whimper from her as she finds her taste on my tongue.

She allows me one ardent kiss before she leans back. “You’ve seen all of me.” Supported by her forearms behind her on the desk, she watches me through heavy lashes, heavier voice. “It’s time you reciprocate.”

What my girl wants, my girl gets.

Within seconds, I shed the last piece of clothing between us, fisting my cock, desperate and hungry.

Her eyes deliberately fall down my naked body, dark flames of hunger and lust and desire boiling with an intensity that burns every inch, every ridge, every corner of me. When they reach my naked cock, her ragged breathing halts.

For one, two, three heartbeats, she’s still as a statue—a Greek goddess, fucking glorious in her nakedness. Then her head tilts back to the ceiling exposing the flesh of her neck, no longer unblemished, painted by the worship of my teeth, and I track the low laugh flowing through her swollen lips to tug at the corner of mine.

Jesus Christ, only Zoe Westwood would be laughing right now.

I erase the torturous distance between us, my fingers itching unbearably to get back to her. With a hand around her waist, I glue her body to mine, skin on miles of silky skin. My cock straining against her flat stomach, I kiss her, swallowing her chuckles until they become moans again.

I trace a path of wet kisses along her jaw until I come to her earlobe, sucking roughly. “If I were a lesser man I’d be offended, right now.”

“Hm.” Her mind is lost, the chuckles of less than a minute ago long forgotten for her. Unfortunately for her—and for me—I have a good memory and a curious streak.

“You were chuckling.” I break the kiss, refusing to let go of her lower lip. “Something amusing here?”

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