Page 49 of They All Own Me

I pull her onto my lap in one swift motion. Her surprised gasp quickly morphs into a soft moan as my lips find hers again. The kiss is hungry, urgent. My hand roams to her ass, squeezing firmly.

"He is a fucking idiot," I murmur against her lips. "This ass is to die for."

She pulls back slightly, eyes wide and filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "You think so?" Her voice is breathless.

"More than you know," I reply, pulling her closer, our bodies pressing together.

Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging lightly as she deepens the kiss. It's like she's trying to pour all her frustrations and desires into this moment.

My other hand trails up her back, feeling the soft fabric of her tshirt. "He's blind if he can't see what he's got."

She lets out a shaky laugh, breaking the kiss for a second. "You think he even cares?"

"Doesn't matter," I say, my voice rough. "He's not here. I am."

She bites her lip, eyes searching mine as if looking for something more. "Dominic..." she starts but trails off.

I capture her lips again before she can finish, silencing whatever doubts lingered in her mind. Her body responds instantly, melting into me.

The scent of her perfume mixes with the faint smell of leather from the seats, creating an intoxicating blend that makes me want more.

"Take off your shirt," I command, my voice a low rumble. "I want to see what color bra you have on today. All that time in Victoria's secret has made me a bra enthusiast."

She laughs, a light, musical sound that fills the space between us. "You are ridiculous."

"Off, now…" I reply, my eyes locked on hers.

She gives me a teasing smile and slowly lifts her t-shirt over her head. The sight before me is mesmerizing. Her bra is lace, a deep emerald green that contrasts beautifully with her skin. But what really catches my eye are the freckles scattered across her chest like constellations.

"Beautiful," I murmur, tracing my fingers along the path of those freckles. She shivers under my touch.

"Do you like it?" she asks, her voice soft and uncertain.

"Like it? I fucking love it," I growl, lowering my head to trace those freckles with my tongue. Her skin tastes faintly of salt and something uniquely Tatum.

She gasps as my tongue makes contact, and I can feel her body arching towards me. I trail kisses along her chest, mapping out each freckle like it's a secret star chart only I get to explore.

When I reach the lace fabric of her bra, I bite down gently on her nipple through the material. Her reaction is immediate—a soft moan that escapes her lips, sending a jolt straight to my core.

"Fuck," she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair again. "That feels incredible."

I smirk against her skin, nipping at the fabric once more. "Just wait till I get this thing off you."

Her laughter is breathless now. "Promises, promises."

I look up at her, eyes blazing with intent. "Oh, princess, that's not a promise—it's a guarantee."

I undo her bra with a swift motion, letting the lace fall away to reveal her bare skin. The sight of her exposed breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air, sends a jolt through me.

"Stand up, Tatum." I order, my voice rough with desire.

She complies, her eyes never leaving mine. I unbutton her jeans and push them down her legs, taking my time to admire the way they cling to her curves before pooling at her ankles. She steps out of them gracefully, standing before me in nothing but a lace thong.

I lean forward, my teeth grazing the edge of her thong. "Take it off," I growl, the command clear and uncompromising.

She shivers but obeys, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding it down slowly. The sight of her completely naked has me clenching my fists to keep control. Every inch of her is perfect, from the swell of her hips to the smooth skin of her thighs.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," I murmur, almost to myself.

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