Page 23 of Taboo Flames

I lick and bite on my path back to the junction of her legs, and then my mouth is on her, dragging out ragged cries as I wring out every bit of pleasure from her.

I nip against her clit, making her legs quiver on either side of me.

A car whizzes past, but we are both too far gone to care about the very public show we are putting on. At this moment, nothing can drag me away from Aurora. Not even a million wild horses.

Each time her orgasm is near, I pull back, gradually edging her until she can do nothing else but shake wordlessly and let out soft pleas.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Please,” she whispers weakly. “I can’t. I can’t.”

I finally decide to put her out of her misery, so I spear two fingers inside her, and then I crook them upwards just as my mouth sucks on her engorged clit.

She shatters with a drawn-out cry, her body twitching as I continue to fuck her with my tongue through one orgasm that rolls into another. I don’t stop until she’s completely wrung out and limp against the car.

I stand up and pull her dress back down, then lick her wetness off my lips in satisfaction.

“I won the bet,” she whispers.

I can’t help it. I let out a bark of laughter. “You’re the most stubborn and tenacious woman on the planet.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not a compliment,” I tell her as I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the car.

“Can I get my panties back now?” she asks.

I click her seatbelt on and smirk at her. “No, you can’t.”

“They’re my favorite ones.”

“I’ll get you a dozen,” I say.

Going around the car, I slide into the driver’s seat and turn the car on. By the time I pull away from the side of the road, I look over at Aurora and find her fast asleep.

I let out an amused chuckle.

What the hell am I doing with a girl who only needs one or two orgasms to wipe her out? I’m used to women who can go several rounds and match my endless appetite. But I have to admit that eating Aurora out has been one of my most satisfying sexual experiences to date.

I shake my head in self-disgust. I didn’t even get to cum, and yet, for some reason, I’m perfectly content.

I’m losing my touch.

And it’s all because of Aurora freaking Vitale.

CHAPTER 7

Aurora

Iwent to work today to tie up a few loose ends. The studio is booked until the end of the summer, and I can’t just cut classes off abruptly, so I made a well-organized plan to start one of the short and less complicated dance lessons.

This way, I can easily close up the studio at a moment’s notice, and the kids can still practice on their own and get a hang of it. I’m exhausted after a day of wrangling young, over-energized kids, but as soon as I step out of the studio and see Giovanni leaning against the side of his SUV, my exhaustion disappears like it was never there.

I take a moment to admire him.

He’s dressed more casually today in black suit pants and a navy cashmere sweater. Dark sunglasses shield his eyes and make him look untouchably sexy.

My attraction to him flares up with urgency, my body remembering every second of yesterday when he brought me to a screaming orgasm on the hood of his car.

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