Page 68 of Crave Me

My mouth overflows with his cum, his taste exploding on my tongue as I do my best to swallow it down. When he pulls free of my mouth, I take a deep inhale of air and sit back on my heels. I know my mouth is wet from saliva, my lips bright red and swollen, but he’s looking at me like I hung the freaking moon.

“That was supposed to be punishment for the shit earlier, my little menace, but dammit you’re too good at that. I guess you need a new punishment.”

My eyes widen as he pulls me to stand between his legs. He adjusts my dress pants and sweater, pressing the wrinkles from them before slapping my ass.

“Go back to work, Blaire.”

“Wh-what?” He’s just going to leave me like this?

“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it.”

I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist, hauling me back into his lap. He grabs my face and pulls my mouth into his, my body immediately relaxing and meeting him in the middle. He kisses the hell out of me, sucking on my tongue. I know he can taste himself, and that it turns him on, which spirals me further into this crazed lustful feeling.

“You were so good, baby girl. Thank you,” he whispers against my lips.

He taps my thigh and I stand, leaving his office and walking back to my own. It should be a walk of shame as I pass several people, but I can’t bring myself to give a damn, so consumed with this man and everything he makes me feel.

I go back to my office when I’m hit with an idea. I’ll need to do the research, but I think I’ll be able to propose a plan for the distillery that would give Dallas the best of both worlds—bring in money and events, while keeping the day-to-day to a minimum. I spend the rest of the afternoon researching and crunching numbers between tours and tastings. It’ll take me some time, but hopefully before the journal interview, I’ll have the proposal complete and approved by everyone.

Racing up the stairs to my studio, I jump in the shower, shaving my legs and pampering myself. Butterflies fill my stomach, having no idea where he’s taking me. He knows that we can’t be out in public. After blow drying and taming my wild wavy hair, I put on some makeup, keeping it light and adding roll-on perfume along my collarbones and in between my breasts.The short black bodycon cocktail dress that I chose to wear slips over me like a glove, and I know that it’ll drive Dallas crazy. The top is a sweetheart neckline that hugs my breasts perfectly, and the space over my chest is a thin lace that connects to long lace sleeves. It hits mid-thigh and screamssexy. It showcases my hourglass figure and I feel gorgeous in it.

I’m just slipping on a pair of pumps when there’s a knock on my door. I walk over to it, knowing that it’s Dallas, and open it wide. His expression is everything. His face lights up in awe, his mouth dropping open slightly as his eyes roam over my body.

He steps into my studio, hands going right to my waist and pulling me into him.

“Baby girl, you look gorgeous.”

“Yeah? I wasn’t sure how dressy to go since you didn’t tell me where we’re going.”

“This is perfect.”

I blush as I take him in. He’s wearing black slacks, similar to what he wears to work, paired with a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons undone, and his thin gold chain noticeably hanging around his neck. His facial hair is short, and my body nearly purrs knowing exactly what that feels like against my skin.

“You look good yourself. You clean up well.”

“Are you ready?”

“I am, just need to grab my coat.”

He takes my hand and leads me out the back entrance to his Audi, opening my door and letting me slip in. He leans into my space, buckling me in and kissing me on the forehead before shutting the door and walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side. I turn in my seat slightly, facing him, watching as he shifts gears and holds the steering wheel. It reminds me of the first time I was in the car with him weeks ago, when everything changed between us. As much as I want to tell myself this is justsex, it’s so much more than that. I’m addicted to him. To the way he makes me feel. To who I am when I’m with him. I’ll never get enough.

He leaves Aspen Ridge and merges onto the interstate, heading north out of our secluded part of the forest. The drive is quiet, his hand on my thigh when he isn’t shifting, and we sit in comfortable silence while I watch him.

“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

An hour later, we exit the interstate and enter a little city. I look around at the businesses as Dallas slows the car and pulls up to a nondescript building. He turns to me, grabbing my face and bringing me in for a short kiss.

“You trust me?”

“I do.”

“Let’s go have some fun, princess.”

My heart pounds in my chest as we leave the safety of Dallas’ car and enter the building. After the first door, there are two bouncers and a reception desk. The carpet is a deep ruby red, the walls black, with empty, ornate gold frames in various sizes hung about. Dallas guides me to the receptionist, his hand moving from my lower back to the back of my neck, in a claiming, dominating move that I don’t hate. Quite the opposite actually. He hands her a plain black card with gold script on it. After scanning it, she nods to one of the bouncers who scans a card and opens a heavy door. The music escapes, blaring from whatever is going on inside.

Dallas urges me forward, his hand moving down to my lower back as we walk through the door and onto the floor of a club. But not just any club. Women and men alike walk around in various styles of clothing and lingerie, some are completely naked. A gorgeous woman walks hand in hand with another equally beautiful woman with a strap-on around her pelvis.My eyes dart everywhere as my pulse beats erratically and my breathing hitches. Dallas’ hand strokes up and down my lower back, grounding me. His breath is hot on my ear as he leans his face into me.

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