Page 41 of Mine to Ruin

My stomach growls and I nod. He jumps to his feet, and I point at his hard dick saluting me, laughter bubbling out of me.

“Ignore it,” he says with a hand wave.

I wish I could, but I keep staring. This man is bodily perfection.

“If you don’t stop staring, I am taking you again.”

I pretend to think about it for a second. I am deliciously sore, but I wouldn’t mind.

“Imagine the horror.” I pat my heart in faux mortification and stand up.

“And I really want to feed you before that.”

“What a gentleman,” I say, grinning.

He slaps my ass and takes my mouth in a knee-weakening kiss.

I walk into his black and shiny walk-in closet, that’s bigger than my apartment. I take in the rows of shirts and custom-made suits and closets on the other side, and a counter full of watches. He calls room service as I pick one of his shirts, and he sends me an appreciative look, eyes gleaming with possessiveness. He extends his hand, and I grab it.

We eat in silence even though we have an entire wordless conversation as we gaze at each other, exchanging intimate smiles.

With a full belly and heart, I stand up. “I gotta go now.”

His pout weakens my resolve. He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around him. “Why?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“It’s Sunday.” His brow raises, and I add, “Laundry, and cleaning, and food prep, and later painting. Oh, and calling my mother and calling my friends.”

“Can’t I persuade you to stay?” He uses that voice, the deep and husky one that appears when he’s about to fuck me silly.

“Stop being so sexy. My vagina has no brain.” I smack his chest, and he throws his head back and laughs. The deep sounds make me forget everything else exists but him.

“You’re perfect.” His lips find mine.

“You’re not playing fair,” I say between kisses.

He deepens the kiss, and my stomach makes a flip-flop, my brain shutting down. He carries me to the living room, and we cuddle up on the couch.

“I thought we could watch a movie together,” he says. “Your choice.”

One movie, and then I’ll leave. I have no idea what I choose as I hit play while he torments me in the most delicious way with those lips and I moan.

He ends up between my legs as every limb in my body writhes with every stroke of his tongue. I quiver and thrash while he digs his fingers in my thighs, and galaxies in bright colors expand before my eyes.

I peer at him as he holds my head and guides his dick to my mouth. I bob my head up and down while he bites down his lower lip. He fists my hair and asks, “Does my angel want my come?”

I pull back to take a breath, mouth swollen from sucking him. “Will you give it to me?” I ask, conjuring all the innocence I can muster.

Slowly, I lick at the head and every muscle in his body tightens. I take him down my throat and he says with a clenched jaw, “It’s all yours. Now swallow, like a good girl.

After lunch, I almost make it to the door when he pulls me back. My body hits the wall and another round of fooling around follows. I giggle, loving his desperation for me. It proves more difficult to leave than expected as my legs turn to jelly, while his smirk pops up.

Is this his strategy to keep me here with him? I blame his smile for promising so many mischievous things, those dimples that mesmerize me, his hands on my body. I will stay just a while longer, I promise myself.

The sun has long set when I untangle myself from him and rush through the door, with his groan following me to the elevator. I look back, and there he is, leaning on his door frame, his eyes penetrating my soul and taking root.

Outside, the driver opens the door for me, and I rest my cheek against the window, sighing dreamily. I visit Diana, and she offers me a glass of lemonade as we chat, and I play with Luna, her little cat. At home, I talk quickly with both the girls and my mom and end up doing all my chores and even paint as I try to tap into the volcano of emotions he awoke in me.

When my head hits the pillow around four a.m., sleep engulfs me at once.

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