Page 64 of Awakened by Sin

“How long were you watching me?” she murmured as she ran her hands over his back.

He shifted against her. “Long enough.”

He was so fucking cute. She nuzzled his neck and licked. His hands bit into her hips. “Do you have a stripper fantasy, Marcus?”

A hand skated over her ass cheek. “Now I do.”

“It’s your lucky night, Marcus,” she panted against his ear and felt him shudder. “The stripper’s easy.”

“How drunk are you?” he growled.

“Why don’t you find out,” she whispered and kissed him. She swept her tongue into his mouth and dug her nails into his back as the dark taste of him combined with a hint of lime hit her starved senses. She moaned into his mouth and drank deep—classy sin. She didn’t care about the crowd. All she cared about was making Marcus feel a modicum of the desperation that consumed her. She wanted him as he’d been the other night—stripped of all civilization and unwilling to take no for an answer.

He pulled back. “Carmen.”

She kissed his cheek. “You woke me up, Marcus, and now I need. How much do you want me?”

When she tried to kiss him again, he tried to avoid her mouth as his eyes moved around the room. She surveyed her prim businessman with giddy anticipation. Marcus liked control. That much was obvious. His image was very important to him, which made him the perfect challenge. Like any man, she didn’t care for anything that came easy. She liked the chase, and she respected a man who didn’t bend easily to her will. The other night, she got a taste of what lay beneath his smooth professionalism, and she wanted more. She wanted to bait the beast he kept under such rigid control. This was the perfect setting for her seduction.

She kissed the curve of his jaw as she loosened his tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt so she could reach his neck.

“Carmen, let’s get out of here. I have a suite ...” He trailed off as she sucked on his pulse. “Carmen.”

“Watch the stripper, Marcus,” she breathed against his pulse.

“You should give her lessons. She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

She smiled and nipped his neck. He jumped and gripped her hip.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

She leaned back to survey her hickey. “I’m having fun.”

“We can have fun elsewhere.”

She leaned against him to keep him in place and slipped her hand into his jacket. He opened his mouth but stiffened when she rubbed her hand over his nipple. She kissed the corner of his mouth. “Let me, Marcus.” The muscle in his jaw flexed, and she laved it with her tongue.

“Let you what?” he growled.

“Let me pay you back for the other night.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

Her hand moved from his chest, down his rock-hard abs, and past his belt to his dick. He tensed, but he didn’t push her away. She traced his length and watched his face and enjoyed the shudder he tried to suppress. She leaned into him while she teased him through the material. She was pleased to see that he was now one hundred percent focused on what she was doing to him.

“I’ve always had a thing for a man who knows how to dress,” she said as her hand left his dick and traveled along his zipper. Her fingers trailed up and down, up and down. A muscle twitched near his eye. “I like the way you dress, the way you smell, the way you taste …”

When she leaned toward him, he turned his head, but she went for his neck and her hickey. She would make it big as fuck. He’d be wearing her mark for a couple of days. He shifted, rubbing his erection against her. She obliged and sent her hand back to his junk and gripped harder this time. He dropped his face into her hair and let out a heartfelt groan.

She moved from his neck to his ear and nipped. “How’d you know doggy’s my favorite position?” She cupped his face and brushed teasing kisses over his smooth skin. “Can you give me what I need?”

He pierced her with lusty green eyes. “What do you want, Carmen?”

She leaned close, so their lips brushed as she said, “I want you mindless.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Why?”

“I want the real you.”

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