Page 40 of Mochas and Minotaurs

“Still fucking hot.” He brought one foot to his lips and kissed the exposed skin through the straps.

I pressed the other foot down on his erection, which was becoming more obvious. It couldn’t be comfortable in those jeans.

I wasn’t ready when he suddenly moved, shoving the low table and sliding down to kneel on the ground. He gripped my anklesand pulled so that I slid to the edge of the seat, then spread my legs wide, trapping me in a compromising position.

“Beautiful.”

From his angle, I would be exposed to him. My dress was super lacy, basically a bunch of holes except for over my breasts, and the only thing solid between us was the thin fabric of my underwear. He made quick work of that, bending to grip the flimsy garment between his teeth and yanking. There was a loud ripping sound and he tossed the scrap of satin to the side with his mouth.

Wow. Fuck. That was hot.

“Time for my dessert.”

With his hands still holding my ankles, he leaned in to kiss me, sending heat surging through my body. Our tongues dueled for dominance, even though I knew who’d win. I slipped my hand under his shirt, clawing at the firm muscles there. Lust and need descended on us so fervently I was dizzy with it all.

He trailed fiery kisses down my throat, then buried his face between my breasts, nudging the dress down so he could lick and kiss me thoroughly until my nipples beaded up, hard and sensitive. The bulge at the front of his pants brushed against my crotch, promising great things. I wiggled, trying my damnedest to rub myself against him, but he moved away.”

“Bring that back,” I demanded. “I need it.”

“Fuck,” he swore, looking pained. He released one leg and rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. “I won’t leave you wanting. But we can’t fuck.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t replenish my stash of condoms, and we went through all of them last time.”

Oh, we had? No wonder.

He wasn’t a one-night stand anymore, so I said, “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been tested. So if you don’t have any other reason—”

He let out a growl, the sound raw. “You shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why not?”

His eyes changed, and now he watched me like a predator who’d cornered his prey. “Because you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. “Walking is overrated,” I panted.

“Kitten,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting this since the moment I saw you again.”

His jeans were down by his knees in an instant, and his cock sprang free. I reached for it, enjoying how hard it was in my hands. I saw now that without the glamor it was thicker and darker at the base. I pumped the majestic cock a few timesbefore Marcus shifted back. His eyes were dark with intent when he bent his head, his heavy horns creating delicious friction against the inside of my legs.

I gripped his horns, pulling him closer and urging him to continue. His breath was so hot against my skin, and I bucked my hips in anticipation. I sighed when he finally covered me with his mouth.

His tongue found my clit after a thorough exploration and flicked it several times, drawing needy moans from me. His fingers dragged languidly up my legs, and his hands slid under my ass, gripping it firmly and tilting my hips for better access.

There was that thick tongue again. Spreading me open, preparing me for something even more generous. All I could do was hold on, my nails clawing at the base of his horns, something he clearly enjoyed from the sounds he made.

All it took was his thumb circling my clit firmly for me to fall apart.

I shattered, my muscles tightening and clenching around his tongue. When I cried out, I was glad that Marcus had just enough sense left to press his palm quickly over my mouth. We were on the roof, and this was downtown Darlington.

Then he was lining us up, the wicker chair putting me at the perfect height. He shifted his weight and pressed in. My eyes grew wide at how big he felt.

Oh god.

Remembering how loud I’d been at his place that night, I searched frantically for the robe so I could scream into it. I found it just in time. He rocked his hips, and every thick inch had me losing more of my mind. He was filling me completely and utterly, and all I could do was feel.

Chapter 20

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