Page 16 of Devil's Valentine

He makes a humming sound and starts to trail kisses up and down my neck. I groan because of how good it feels. My body feels like it’s on fire.

“I’ve been hard all day,” he whispers against my skin. “It’s clear that baking is what you love. Every time you pull something out of the oven, you have the biggest smile on your face. You’re always gorgeous, but when you’re happy your beauty goes up a notch.”

“Dean,” I breathe out while trying to take in his words.

It’s been far too long since someone has told me how attractive they find me. Most of the time, it’s the opposite that happens. I know what my body looks like. I can love my body as much as I want, but that doesn’t mean anyone else will.

He makes a humming sound before nipping at my neck. I shiver in his arms, and I can practically feel how fucking proud it makes him that he gets my body to react the way he does. I’m not going to tell him he shouldn’t be proud.

I’ve never reacted to anyone else the way I react to him. How does he know my body so well?

“We don’t have much time before Hacker shows up to get the cameras installed,” there’s a warning and a threat in his voice.

His hard cock is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I press back against him. I’ve never been bold with anyone else, but I trust this man. It’s an odd sensation but trusting him makes me feel free.

Like I can do whatever my body craves, what my heart desires, and he’ll remain steady. He won’t waver or judge. He’ll still look at me with fire in his eyes and touch me with ignited desire.

I let out a squeal when Dean picks me up and cradles me against his chest. My eyes are big and round when I look up at him to find his dark eyes hooded and filled with lust.

“What are you doing?”

He smirks at me and arches an eyebrow in challenge. “What do you think I’m doing, Sugar?” He starts to stride toward my office and my heart begins to hammer in my chest. “I told you we don’t have much time before my brother is here to get the cameras installed. Being this close to each other, without touching, has put us both on edge.”

“This is my bakery,” I try to sound scandalized, but it comes out breathy and filled with need.

“I know,” he winks at me before entering my office and kicking the door shut behind him.

He doesn’t break stride as he heads right to my desk, settling me down on top while he sits in my office chair. The way he’s looking at me, as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, has my pussy soaked.”

“You’ve been baking all sorts of treats all day,” his voice is rough, as if the words are sandpaper, “but the only sweet thing I’ve been able to think of while watching you is the taste of your pretty, pink pussy.”

I gasp, “Dean.”

The grin he shoots me is pure fucking sin. Before I know what’s going on, he has me stripped from the waist down, one ofmy shoes on the ground and my jeans and panties dangling from the other foot because he doesn’t bother to take off that shoe.

My position and my partially undressed state is makes me feel deliciously dirty. We’re definitely doing something we shouldn’t be, but I just don’t have it in me to stop him now.

In just one night together, I’ve become addicted to the way he makes me feel. I’ve never known the kind of pleasure Frenzy can give me. I’ve never experienced the precious way Dean makes me feel.

There’s something magnetic about the man. I want to always be in his orbit.

As much as part of me wants to guard my heart, concerned that this won’t last, I know it’ll be impossible. Dean demands all of me without holding anything back. My soul desperately wants to make him happy and give him everything he desires.

My knees fall open and I reach up to thread my fingers through his spiky black hair. His pupils dilate as he gazes at my pussy which is on display for him.

“Are you going to eat me or are you just going to stare at me?”

His eyes flash up to mine and there’s a hint of surprise there, but it’s quickly replaced by amusement and something deeper, something I’m not sure I’m ready to identify.

Dean doesn’t kiss up my legs, going slow and heightening the tension between us. No, not my man.

He dives right between my thighs, his lips, tongue, and teeth attacking my pussy like he’s fucking starving. The sounds he’s making as he slides his tongue between my folds are indecent as fuck. It’s clear he’s enjoying every second.

And he’s not alone.

My thighs start to shake almost immediately, being so close to him all morning without touching him—because I was trying to be good while working—has me already teetering on edge. Hours of foreplay without touching will do that to a girl.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth and three fingers plunge inside of me without warning, my ass fucking levitates off the desk and my head falls back as I shout out my surprise and pleasure. He grunts around my tender bundle of nerves, already so fucking sensitive that I can hardly stand it.

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