Page 125 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Raz coughed, choking on the wine. Monique held in her smile.

Clearing his throat, he set his glass down and asked, “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a confession also.”

“Let’s hear it,” she said.

“Even though you’ve been right by my side, I’ve been thinking of you all day, counting the minutes until I could get you alone.” Raz leaned forward, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “I’ve been thinking of all the ways I plan to make you scream my name. And trust me, I definitely plan to make you scream my name.”

Monique’s breath caught in her throat. Fire raced through her veins. She wanted him, needed him with an ache that wasnearly painful in its intensity. And from the predatory look on his face, she could tell Raz was equally affected.

The food was forgotten. The tension between them was as taut as a bowstring. Monique licked her lips again, watching Raz watch her mouth with hot, hungry eyes.

“Is that a promise?” she asked softly.

Raz’s gaze flew back to hers, dark and full of sinful intentions. “Yes,” he said. “One I fully intend to keep.”

“What are you waiting on?” she asked.

Raz leaned back in his chair, regarding her with a smoldering look. Her gaze raked over his form. Sexy didn’t begin to describe this man. He was built to be ridden by a thick woman like herself. And Monique was ready to mount him.

“Scoot your chair back,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Monique obeyed instantly, her heart pounding. She slid back from the table. He watched her. She watched him. He licked his lips. Her clit throbbed the moment she caught sight of his tongue.

Raz stood and strode around the table, his movements slow and predatory. Each step in her direction made her hornier. By the time he reached her, her panties were soaking wet. Well, they would be if she was wearing any. He stopped in front of her. Standing between her and the table, he stared down at her.

It was sad that one look had her getting wet. He went to his knees in front of her, gaze glued to hers. His hand moved to the hem of her dress, pushing it upward. Monique ignored the shyness creeping over her and held his gaze, refusing to be the first to look away.

A wicked grin curved across his face. “My sweet Rose, you’re not wearing any panties.”

“My sweet Orazio, you didn’t buy me any.”

His eyebrow rose at that. “You should’ve reminded me to.”

“I figured they’d just be in the way.”

“You’re right. Lift your hips.”

She obeyed, giving him room to push her dress up to her waist before sitting back down. Gripping her hips, he pulled her body to the edge of the seat.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire.

Monique did as she was told. His eyes darkened further as they raked over her most sensitive flesh.

"Exquisite," he murmured.

Monique gasped as his hands slid up her legs, tracing burning paths over her sensitive skin. One hand gripped her hip while the other delved between her legs, parting her folds to stroke her aching center. Monique moaned softly at the intimate touch, her head falling back against the chair.

“So wet for me already,” Raz purred, circling her entrance with his fingertip. “You want this as badly as I do, don’t you?”

Monique could only moan in response, writhing under his skillful touch.

“Tell me you want it,” he insisted.

“I want it,” she moaned.

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