Page 76 of The Wrong Promise

She smiles, and the power is hers. “Lift,” she tells me.

Zara pulls my trousers off and rids every part of my clothing from me. I’m sitting naked in the chair with a hard-on like no other, dying to bury myself deep inside her. Then she drops to her knees and slides those delicious lips of hers over the tip, taking me deep in her throat.

Fuck yes.

“Yeah, baby.” My fingers thread into her hair and suddenly, she pulls back, staring at me.

Her eyes narrow into a glare. “Do I need to tie your hands behind your head?”

A smirk grows on my face. “No.” But fuck, if she likes that sort of thing, I’ll bring it. And she’ll be begging…Oh yeah.I close my eyes, and I want to come faster than I have in years. “Zara,” I moan out, not knowing what to do with my hands as her mouth fucks me deeper and faster. I lift my hips and thrust, fucking that sweet mouth.

I come hard, and through a haze, I watch her swallow, her pretty eyes staring up at me. “You’re perfect,” I murmur.

She stands and continues to dance, slowly removing her bra and commanding my attention. I love her tits. Perfectly round, they bounce slightly, and now I’m imagining fucking her from behind and watching those breasts bounce as my dick pounds into her. As she caresses each breast, she licks her fingers and toys with her nipples, swaying her hips.

I’m not sure where to focus, my eyes tracking each movement. If only I could touch her.

Her hands move lower, fingers splaying over her sex. She slides them beneath the material of her G-string, and she closes her eyes, moaning as she presses her clit. My dick is so fucking hard, I clench my jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip those panties with my teeth so I can see her pussy.

Every stroke of my dick quickens as I watch Zara pleasure herself. She stops with the self-control I lack, her lips parting with an expression of pleasure as she slides the lace down her thighs. She comes closer, one foot lifting to rest on my thigh. Her hand trails down her stomach to her clit, then slides a finger inside. This close, her scent surrounds me.

My imagination goes wild as she pleasures herself inches from my face and with the most perfect view. She pumps a delicate finger inside her pussy, the moisturegleaming on her sex and fingers, her sensual moans filling the air. She has filled my head with erotic thoughts of all the ways I want to take her, and now I’m blinded by her with a carnal urge to fuck her senseless.

“Enough,” I snap and pull her down on my lap, devouring her lips. I kiss her with everything I have, desperate to love her and have her, and not only for tonight.

“Get on the bed, Zara,” I demand. “Now.” Her eyes flick over my face and widen with recognition that I’m serious. I walk to my drawer and find multiple ties. When I turn around, her eyes are an inferno of need. “My turn, princess. Place your hands above your head.”

I bind her wrists above her head, loose enough to free herself if she desires and flick another tie over her breasts. She whimpers, and then I trail a hand down her stomach to her pussy, continuing along her inner thigh to her ankle. I give her a look that there is no more pretense—tonight she is mine. I want her, all of her, and I’m done fighting it.

Her beautiful, innocent eyes tug at my heart.Not tonight. I release her ankle, move the tie to her face, and cover her eyes. “Lift your head, Zara.” She does, and I tie it loosely over her eyes. I take a moment to take in her beautiful body splayed before me, her hands remaining above her head as I asked. “You dance beautifully,” I praise, gently pressing my lips to hers. “Are you ready to dance with me?” I ask against her lips.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

“I believe I do.” I kiss her again and again.

Breaking the kiss, I lean back to admire her pussy and run my fingers over her slit, tasting her wetness on each finger. She’s ready, and I groan at her laid out for me. Readyfor me.Lifting her ankles, I place each over my shoulders. “Ready, princess?” She nods quickly, and I love how eager she is.

I steady my cock, close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her as I push inside. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet that I slide through the tightness—warm, soft, and perfect. She makes me weak. It’s easy to get lost in her, and when I struggle to hold back, I force myself to slow down to enjoy the moment as long as I can.

Tonight, she owned me like no one has before.

Now it’s my turn. I build fast and fuck her pussy like it’s mine. She cries out when she orgasms, her pussy clenching around my cock, and I curse, not seeing her pretty eyes. I tug the tie off as I pump into her, watching her eyes glaze again. It hits me fast. The world shakes as an orgasm runs through me. I collapse onto her, panting, lost to the brightness blinding me. She pulls her arms out of the ties loosely binding her hands to caress my lower back, her long legs curl around my hips. It’s as though she feels everything I do. How I have never felt more alive than when I’m with her. In her arms, the outside world fades away. She is there right beside me while my breathing slows. The pounding in my chest eases, and I close my eyes, enjoying the stillness, the quiet, and the euphoria filling my body and mind.

Why did I believe I needed more than one woman in my bed to satisfy me?

Zara is all that I need.

22

JOBE

My cell buzzeson the bedside table with an incoming call.

I barely open my eyes to read Franklin’s name on the screen. While it’s a reasonable time of the evening, it’s not even dawn in London.

“This better be good,” I murmur in an attempt not to wake Zara, who is sleeping beside me.

“I checked the pilot’s schedule with the jet, and there is no mention of you returning this week.”

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