Page 81 of Mastered By Desire

This hasn’t happened in fifteen years.

Her hand is on my chest. My bare chest. It feels nice, but I don’t want it to feel nice.

However, I’m already here. Fighting the situation is pointless.

She begins to wake up. I get to watch as she slowly realizes she’s with another person. Her fingers flex and she moves her hand around. Her eyes pop open and she flicks her gaze to my face.

“Sorry, sorry.” She starts to scramble away.

It is pointless to fight our closeness. Perhaps I should embrace it.

Embraceher.

Because it isn’t that any random woman has somehow eased her way into my sanctuary. It’s that this is Leah. Ibroughther here. Which means on some subconscious level, I trust her.

“No, stay put,” I say. “This is comfortable. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It does, but I feel bad. You invited me to your apartment, then I crash in your bed, and we don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“We should,” I say.

Like it’s that easy.

“Yeah. Maybe we should.” Her voice is breathy. She slides against my body, her legs smooth where they hike up my pajama pants.

My protective instincts morph into something new.

Something dark and delicious.

I want to please her, I want to watch her come on my cock. Or, at the very least, my fingers. Also my tongue. That taste I stole at Low Vice has imprinted itself into my senses.

I bend my head forward, kissing over her cheeks and down to her neck. It’s so intimate, so loving. It makes no sense to me but it’s the only thing I can do in this moment.

She gasps, arching her neck to allow me more access.

I tug at her T-shirt, pulling it up. She raises her arms and helps remove it.

It’s too bright in here—too much can be seen. But I can’t help myself. I get up on my knees so I can use both my hands, cupping her breasts, tugging lightly on her nipples in a way that has her moaning beneath me.

“Can I…?” She reaches for my waistband.

I capture her hands before she can pull at the fabric. “No.”

“Okay.” Her voice telegraphs confusion, but she doesn’t press the issue. She starts to pull back from me, but I take her hands and raise them, anchoring them to the pillow behind her head.

“Hold still.” I test her by letting go of her hands.

She leaves them where I placed them.

I lower my face to her breasts, kissing my way down her stomach. I linger at her belly button, nipping and licking the soft, sensitive skin. She starts to move her arms, but I stop what I’m doing and give her a stern look.

“Sorry.” She laughs.

I smile against her belly and move down. I ease off her panties, marveling at how lovely her skin is, how delectable hercurves. I swipe my tongue against her clit before kissing away from it.

She gasps. “Oh—oh,fuck.”

“Your cunt tastes so good, baby girl.” I lick my way down and up again to emphasize the statement.

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