Page 12 of Sweet Conviction

And she still isn't telling me no.

My hands skim down her side to grip her hips, yanking her flush against me. Electricity crackles beneath my fingertips where I touch her.

When she chokes on a sob—my name a plea on her lips—I know she feels the same damn thing I do.

I dip my head, sucking one pert nipple into my mouth through the thin silk of her blouse. Grazing the tender peak with my teeth until she cries out, arching into me.

"Dalton…" Her head falls back against the wall, exposing the elegant column of her throat. It's the sweetest offering and a plea all wrapped in one.

Her skirt inches up beneath my palm. I trail my fingers along her inner thighs, higher and higher. Teasing. Claiming.

"Stop me," I demand, my mind so clouded by lust I can barely think straight. "Tell me to get my goddamn hands off you."

"No."

Christ, this fiery, gorgeous creature with the defiant eyes and sassy mouth is going to be the death of me. I'm lost to her. Destroyed by wanting her.

I catch the edge of her panties, shoving them aside. She's hot and slick against my fingers. Dripping for me. Cum drips into my boxers, making a fucking mess.

"Fine. Then keep your eyes on me so you know exactly who you belong to when you're coming undone for me, Tempest. Watch me as I make you mine."

I circle her little hole with a fingertip, teasing her, toying with her. I want her mindless with pleasure, until I'm the only thing she's thinking about. Until pleasure is the only thing she remembers.

"Dalton, please!"

I plunge one finger inside of her as soon as that perfect plea leaves her lip—stroking, twisting.Fuck.She's so goddamn tight. So hot.

She watches me through glossy eyes, panting, trembling. Moaning my name like a fucking benediction as I play with her.

I add another finger.

"Look at you. So gorgeous. So fucking perfect," I tell her, laying my filthy praise against her skin between drugging kisses. "Can you feel how badly I want you, baby? How fucking much I love this perfect body?" We're clearing that shit up right now, just in case she still thinks those perfect curves are a problem for me.

"Yes. Yes, I feel it. Oh, God, I feel it."

I work her harder. Faster. Curling my fingers inside her tight little cunt until she's quivering on the edge, endless sobs pouring from those perfect lips.

"Come for me, Tempest. Now," I rasp against her throat. "I want you squeezing my fucking fingers like the good girl you are."

"Dalton!" She shatters on a ragged, broken cry, her pussy clenching greedily at my fingers, milking them.

She's so fucking beautiful unraveling around me that I don't stand a chance. My balls draw up tight, and I come all over myself with a choked groan. Cum spills into my boxers, making a fucking mess.

Jesus, this woman.

I press my forehead to hers, both of us breathing hard. My heart pounds like a war hammer. I'm wrecked. Obliterated. And yet I've never felt so alive or so consumed. By her—a beautiful little tempest.

"Jesus, baby," I breathe.

As soon as she hears my voice, it's like the spell is broken. She pulls away, bolting from my arms as if she's in danger of catching fire.

"Tempest, dammit." The words come out harsher than I intend, frustration vibrating through me.

"I told you not to curse at me." Her cheeks are flushed, her amber eyes wild as they find mine.

"Fuck." I shove a hand through my hair, instantly feeling like an asshole again. I heard somewhere that men are usually wrong in relationships. Seems this one is not going to beat that stereotype. I've been wrong all since she strolled her gorgeous ass into my office. "I'm sorry."

Her expression softens slightly at my apology, but her voice is firm when she speaks. "What just happened doesn't change anything, Dalton. I'm not marrying you."

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