Page 4 of Dangerous Proposal

I can make her mine, be the first and only man to know her body. There’s nothing that I’ve needed more in my life.

My hands slide down her tight body, gripping her hips with a promise of what’s to come. She leans into me, her body responding to mine, pressing closer as though she can’t get enough. Even with us flush against each other, there’s this feeling like there’s still too much space between us.

I grab onto her perfect little ass, groaning at the way her supple flesh gives under the pressure. God, she’s perfect. I need a taste of her. I’m going crazy without it. I feel like I’d simply die without her, without her touch.

Put that on my tombstone. Here lies Red Marino. Died because of how badly he needed Evie.

My feet are moving without my permission, backing her toward the table. When the back of her thighs hit the edge, I lift her onto the wood ledge that encases the velvet top. She weighs nothing, and my mind supplies images of myself manhandling her, delving out pleasure and making her scream my name.

I force my tongue into her mouth, taking advantage of the new angle to swallow down even more of her taste. The sounds she makes are sweet in my mouth. The kiss is incredible, but I need more. So, so much more.

My hands fly to her waistband, working to undo her button without breaking the kiss. But before I can finish, she pulls away, breathing hard. “Wait, Red–”

“What is it?” I ask, forcing myself to pause, even though every part of me is urging to keep going. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, pressing back against me despite the fact that she was the one who asked us to stop. “Just–”

“You’ve never done anything like this before,” I guess, gripping her hips to keep my restraint. My resolve is on the verge of snapping. “I don’t care. I’ll make you feel good. Better than you’ve ever felt before.”

“Okay,” she says tentatively.

Without wasting another second, I connect our mouths. I drag my fingertips up her inner thighs, squeezing slightly. I can’t get enough of her, and I know I’ll have to hold on to the little moments I get with her. If I didn’t have to work, maybe I’d lock us away and never leave.

That could work. Someone else can take over all the in-person work for me. I can arrange for an assistant to do all the shit that will distract me from Evie.

After nipping at her lips in a way that makes her whine with desire, I drop down to my knees. Her pussy is beautiful and dripping wet for me. My cock pulses, but it’s my mouth that’s about to enjoy this feast.

“Your pussy is so pretty,” I growl, running my forefinger through her wetness. “So perfect for me.”

“Red,” she breathes, her body quivering with want. “Please.”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” I chuckle as I slip a finger inside her.

Her walls squeeze and she throws her head back. Her body is so fucking tight, and I can’t wait to get my cock inside her. I have to be patient, though. I’m not a patient man, but for Evie, I will be. I’ll be anything she asks.

The things I’d do for this woman scare me. I’ve only known her for an hour, and already I’m bending my usual rules for her. Who knows what I’ll do once she’s been around longer?

I can’t wait any longer. Despite how good and warm she feels around my finger, I know that she’s going to taste divine. Removing my finger and unzipping my pants to pull my cock, I lean in and drag my tongue through her folds.

A growl tears its way out of my throat. She’s so sweet, just like I imagined she’d be. Her flavor spreads over my tongue, imprinting onto my tastebuds. I go back in for another taste.

Evie makes a whiny, sinful noise. Her body spasms at the feeling of my tongue sliding through her folds. She’s so sensitive, untouched by anyone but me. It’s my job to map out each of the spots that give her pleasure. Her body is my instrument.

“That’s–” she starts to say, her words getting cut off by a wanton moan.

I grin, wanting nothing more than to rob her of all her words. It won’t take long, she’s already shaking, close to the edge. I’ll make her forget every man's name she’s ever uttered.

I reach down and fist my cock, groaning against Evie’s sweet pussy. Her thighs tighten around my head and pull me in deeper. I swallow her juices hungrily. A shudder runs throughme when I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock. As I spread the precum over my length, my hand slides even faster. With Evie getting even closer to the edge, I know I won’t last much longer.

This woman, this beautiful, sweet little thing, does something to me I can’t describe. All the women I’ve been with were a means to an end, but Evie is different. She’s the beginning of the end, and I can’t wait for her to take me down.

My free hand snakes up between her thighs, and I shift my attention up to her clit. As I latch on, sucking on the nerve-filled nub, I shove two fingers inside her pussy. Her reaction is immediate. She cries out, her body clenches around me as her orgasm overtakes her. I fuck her with my fingers, curling them upward until I find that sweet spot.

“Red!” she squeals, and I know that I’ve got it.

I jerk myself off faster, determined to meet my end at the same time that she does. My middle and forefinger butt up against the nerves inside of her as I give her clit relentless attention. Her cries of my name get even louder.

I know Brandy can hear us downstairs, and I’ll probably get grief for this later, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except this delicious girl unraveling for me. The entire block is going to know that Evie is mine.

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