Page 61 of Illicit Temptation

“Go ahead, finish,” he whispers into my ear from behind. “Need some dirty talk to get you there?”

“You’re impossible,” I choke out.

“I see you need some help.” He takes my hand, dangling and useless at my side. But he positions my pointer finger and glides both our hands right into my thong. “Eyes on me, princess.”

When I turn my head, he says, “No. Through the mirror. Watch yourself come.”

“This is wrong,” I mutter.

“That’s what makes it hot.”

Damn, he’s right. I start to move my fingers and mewl like a cat in heat.

“Good girl,” he breathes against the shell of my ear. “Now let’s get serious about this.”

Trace lifts my finger and with our hands still attached, he sucks on my skin. “Tastes so fucking good.”

Dripping with his saliva, he slides my finger back into my thong. The warm wetness buckles my knees. “I got you, princess.”

“God, yes, you do.”

“Are you close?”

“So close.”

The pulse builds in my core, but he removes my hand again. “Not so fast. Beg me.”

“Please. I want to come.”

“And you want to come like this? With your hand when I’m right here with a hard cock that can do the job better?” He presses the bulge in his sweats right into my back, and next it’s sliding between my ass cheeks.

Here I am topless, legs spread in front of the mirror, my bodyguard humping my ass.

“What do you say, princess? Want to say fuck it and be bad? Just once?”

“Yes,” I squeak without thinking.

He stills, not expecting me to give in so easily. But how can I resist a painfully beautiful man with a hard, thick cock?

“It’s just this one time, right?” I throw in logic.

His jaw tightens. “Just this one time.”

“Do it. Take me. Fuck me.”

“Here?”

“Right here. Right now.” I pull my hands away and lean on the counter.

“Princess,” he rasps. “Is that an order?”

I chuckle. He’s covering his ass. “Yes, Trace Quinlan, I’morderingyou to fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he groans. “And I won’t wear one you bought for that pig...”

“He used his own protection. I made him wear a condom.” Because deep inside, I didn’t trust him.

With slow torturing precision, Trace lowers his sweats right below his round ass.

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