“Last chance to get what you want without a fight. I’ll do that thing with my tongue. I won’t even make you beg for it.”
She sighs. “Fine. Yes.” She shoves her hands in my hair and tries to pull my mouth to hers.
“Yeswhat?”
She narrows her eyes.
“Say the words, honey.”
“You can have control.”
I grin.
She growls.
The elevator door dings, and I step back, lacing our fingers. Wills tugs on my hand, trying to make me walk faster. She rummages in her purse for the key fob I gave her weeks ago—assoon as she agreed to be my girlfriend. “Where is it?” she grumbles.
I pull mine from my jacket pocket and swipe it over the sensor. She gives me another withering look, grabs my tie, and pulls me inside along with her.
The second we’re inside my penthouse, she starts undressing me. I lace my fingers with hers and crowd her until her back meets the door, pinning her hands over her head.
“You said you weren’t going to torture me,” she gripes.
“I’m not.”
“I want you naked.”
“That’s nice.” I capture her lips and stroke inside. She moans and arches against me, fingernails digging into the backs of my hands. My knee finds its way between her thighs again, and she rolls her hips. “But you gave me control, so I’ll get naked when I’m good and ready.” I kiss the end of her nose and smile when she makes an irritated sound.
I pull the bow at her waist and one side of her dress falls open. Next, I pull the tie on the inside and push the dress over her shoulders. I catch it before it falls to the floor and hang it on the hook beside the door. She’s wearing a royal blue lace bra and matching panties.
“God, you’re sexy, and you’re all mine.”
I kiss her again as I reach behind her and flick open the clasp on her bra. It slides down her arms, and her bare nipples brush my chest. On nights like these, when Wilhelmina hands me the reins, I want to worship every inch of her. I cup her breasts, thumbs sweeping over her nipples as I kiss along her collarbones. I stop to suck her nipples as I sink to my knees, and then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her tanned thighs.
I press a kiss and inhale deeply. “All night long, Wilhelmina, I’ve been thinking about getting on my knees for you.” I curve a hand around the back of her calf and bring it over my shoulder, opening her for me. “How long do you thinkit’ll take to bring you to yours?” I lick up the length of her on a groan.
“Oh my fuck.” She grips the doorknob with one hand and my shoulder with the other as the toes beside my knee curl.
She slides her fingers into my hair and rolls her hips in time to the swirl of my tongue. Her soft moans grow deeper, her nails press into my scalp, and her legs start to tremble. A minute later, a low keening sound tumbles from her lips, along with my name, and her knee buckles.
I rise in a rush, grip her ass, and lift her. She’s uncoordinated as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, but she holds tight as I carry her to the bedroom.
I deposit her on my bed and stand at the edge while she kneels and struggles to get me out of my clothes, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. But the second her palms connect with my chest, she sighs, like there’s relief in finally being able to touch me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, fingers tracing the dips and curves as they trail down my stomach. She unclasps my belt, then unbuttons my pants. As soon as I’m naked, she gives me the coyest, sweetest smile. “Will you fuck me now?”
“Soon.” I take her face between my palms and kiss her, then climb up on the bed with her and settle between her thighs. She tips her hips up, sighing once again as my cock slides over slick skin, but I don’t make a move to push inside, don’t give her the thing we’re both so desperate for.
I push up on one arm, hovering over her, the head of my cock resting on her lower abdomen.
She frowns. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in me.”
“I will be soon.” I lean down to kiss her. “On your stomach for me, honey.”
Her eyes light up, and she flips over. I drop my hips, and my cock slides between her ass cheeks. Transferring my weight to one arm, I move her hair over her shoulder, exposing her backand the delicate curve of her neck. She turns her head, and I press my lips to her cheek as my weight settles on top of her.
She hums and wiggles under me, pushing her ass up as I shift my hips back. The head slides low, nudging her entrance.