Page 97 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“I appreciate that. It’s bad for business.”

“Hm, that depends.”

She raises a brow. “On?”

“How you’re a part of it.”

I want you so much.

“And how do you want me to be a part of it?” She angles her head, her silky straight hair sliding to the side.

She’s flirting with me, and I like it. I like it a lot.

I look around the penthouse and then at her. “Well, you’re the first to be invited to my room. I usually reserve a separate room.”

“Like the one I’m in?”

“It wasn’t for the same purpose. It was so you felt you had space to think. To choose.”

“To have sex?” she says with a challenge in her voice.

“No. That’s up to you.”

She swallows, fingering the edge of her glass. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

“You know I do, but I would never force you. I would never make you feel uncomfortable.”

She shifts in her seat, causing the slit from her dress to open, showing the skin of her thigh almost to her hip. She tries to pull the dress, but she would have to move her leg, and if she does, if she moves an inch, I’ll see all of her.

I don’t move an inch, holding my breath.

“Is this why you chose this dress for me to wear?”

My nostrils flare. I chose it so I can fuck her out of it, but also so she can feel beautiful. So she would never doubt that she isn’t.

My eyes zero in on the spot. I relax in my chair. “What do you think?”

She moves her leg, and I get a perfect view of her pussy. I look up to see the challenge in her gaze. All the blood in my head rushes to my cock.

“I’m not sure what to think.”

“That depends on what you want, Dulce.”

“What do you want, Ford?”

“I think you have a good idea of what I want.” I call her over with my finger. “Come here, beautiful.”

She gets up and walks over, stopping between my legs. I look up when I cup her bare pussy. “Can I have you, Dulce?”

She licks her lips timidly. “Yes.”

My fingers slowly slide between her folds. A whimper escapes her throat, and I have to adjust myself to keep from bending her over the table. “I’ll go slow, and if you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Understood?”

“Okay.”

I get up, moving my hand between her legs. She sucks in a breath. I find the zip on the back. The dress gives way, pooling between us on the floor, leaving her naked before me in just the red heels. “Don’t take your shoes off,” I demand as my fingers slide deeper, feeling how wet she is. I want to drown in her. “Is this for me, Dulce?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly, her hair falling to the side like a curtain. Her nipples pebble over upthrust breasts. High and perfect.

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