Page 21 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

“Okay. What’s your favorite food?”

“Cake.” She narrows her gaze, not sure what I’m getting at.

“Sunrise or sunset?”

“How is this relevant to anything, Brody?”

“Just go with it. I promise you’re helping me.”

“Sunset,” she huffs.

“Favorite flower?”

“Peonies.” A fond expression covers her face. “My mom bought me the most beautiful bouquet of peonies when I graduated high school and I’ve loved them ever since.”

I’ve overheard a few conversations between Selena and her mother and I know how much they miss each other. I need to make sure they can visit more often. I think it’s been a while.

A slow smile spreads across my lips. “Thanks, gorgeous. That’s all I need to know.“

“Now, please tell me how a bunch of random questions helped you with anything tonight.”

“They weren’t random,“ I counter, but she appears skeptical. “This campaign is for a perfume, and you fit the target demographic. So, your answers gave me valuable insight to what a girl like you might be looking for. Something sweet, romantic, sentimental, and timeless.”

“You got all of that from my answers?” Her eyes slightly widen.

“Yep.” I boop the tip of her nose. Fuck, she’s adorable, but not the least bit convinced that she’s aided me in any way. “Now, how about I thank you for being so helpful?” I whisper into her ear.

I spin her around and press her back against the counter, tilting her head back so I can kiss along the column of her neck. Her nipples pucker beneath her dress as a fine tremor trails down her body. I pull back and gaze into her amber eyes.

“Strip,“ I command, and her gaze flickers with lust.

She steps out of her heels before presenting me with her back, silently asking for help with her zipper. I move her long, dark curls to the side, then slowly glide the small metal pull until it comes to a stop at the top of her luscious ass. Gently sliding the material off her shoulders, I watch as her dress falls and poolson the floor at her feet. Then, she pivots to face me, standing in nothing but her matching pink bra and panty set.

“So it is your favorite color.”

“Told you,” she replies, her tone mischievous. “Do I get my thank you now?”

I can’t help myself and immediately take her mouth, cupping her beautiful face in my hands while I massage my tongue along hers. “On the counter,” I demand, lifting her up and setting her down on the marble top. She hisses. “Cold?” I grin.

“A little,” she admits, and I slide my palms over her thighs.

Then I brush a hand across her lace panties, teasing her pussy lips. “I think I can warm you up.” I drag the tip of my finger up and down her slit before prying her knees apart and making her gasp. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

Selena’s chest begins to heave as she leans back and braces herself on her palms. Her stomach quivers with nerves and excitement, so I take the time to kiss her again.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

She nods her head.

“Good girl.” Then, I rip the flimsy fabric of her panties and jerk them from her body.

“Brody!” she chastises.

“They were in my way.” I shrug, before kneeling down and spreading her legs wider. “Now, lie back and let me taste you.” I lift her feet and plant them on the counter top, forcing her to rest her body against the hard surface. Her pussy clenches around nothing the longer I make her wait, the anticipation building for both of us while I stare at her glistening cunt. “Fuck, every part of you is beautiful.”

“Brody,” she whines.

“Yes, love?” I know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.

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