Page 86 of Sinful Lies

I only hope that he’ll honor his promise of taking me onthe couch the moment we’re home because the way his dark eyes are devouring me in the candle light has me almost panting with need.

He tilts his chin at me. “Now it’s your turn.”

I pick up my glass of wine and take a sip, deciding which story he’ll enjoy the most.

“Summer after junior year of college, Bianca and I went backpacking across South America.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah…” I bite my lip.

“Zara,” Dimitri groans, running a hand over his face.

“It was fine! We only got caught in one drug raid.” I break out into a fit of giggles as Dimitri’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares at me, his mouth ajar.

“You are a menace.”

I shrug, feeling the liquid courage start to kick in as I take a bite of my ice cream. “What are you going to do about it?”

Dimitri lets out a breathy laugh as he leans forward, his eyes flashing with need as he watches me slowly lick my spoon clean.

“There’re many things I could do,” he whispers, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

I swallow, trying not to think about how good it feels to have his tongue between my thighs, licking me over and over…

I cross my legs as a throbbing ache starts to build. My mouth goes dry. “Like what?”

“Unfortunately, they’ll have to wait until we get home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Zara.” The way he drags my name tells me I’m having the desired effect.

“Because I’mgood to go?—”

Dimitri’s on his feet in an instant, coming around the table and pulling out my chair.

“Let’s go,now.” His voice rasps as he fights his arousal. Warmth pools in my lower belly as I glance up at him under my lashes.

“But you haven’t even touched your dessert.”

“That’s because you’re my dessert.”

21

ZARA

I’msurprised Dimitri and I manage to hold off on tearing each other’s clothes off until we get back to the penthouse. I was all for climbing onto his lap and fucking him right there in the car, especially once I clocked his erection straining against the front of his pants.

By the time we step out of the elevator into the penthouse, we’re both practically panting as we claw at each other.

“I told you I would fuck you on this couch.” He wraps his arms around my waist walking me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of the couch.

I gasp as he pulls me flush against his hard body.

“I was hoping you would fuck meagainstthe couch…” I whisper, biting my lip.

Dimitri’s throat bobs as his eyes flick down to my chest, which is rising and falling with each pant.

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