Page 14 of Guilty Pleasures

"I don’t think I’d be able to wait until I get you into the kitchen," Silas murmurs, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. His voice is low, filled with a raw desire that makes me tremble. "I would hike up that little dress of yours and take you right there in the foyer—fucking you until your screams echo off the walls."

A flush creeps across my cheeks, burning hotly, but I cannot tear my gaze away from his. Silas continues in vivid detail, painting a picture of his desires with words that make my pulse quicken. He describes how he wants to touch me, taste me, and make me plead for more, each word a promise of things to come. My breath hitches as he talks about sliding his fingers inside me, curling them with precision to find that elusive perfect spot that sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"And then," Silas says, a wicked grin spreading across his face as his eyes gleam with anticipation, "I'm going to flip you over and take that tight little ass of yours. Nice and slow at first, savoring every moment as you whimper and beg me to go harder."

His words are a tantalizing mix of seduction and promise, leaving me breathless with anticipation. I squirm in my seat, equal parts scandalized and aroused by his filthy words. Part of me wants to tell him to stop, that we're in public, for God's sake. But a bigger part never wants him to stop talking.

"I've never done that before," I confess, my voice slightly shaky, breathless from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My heart races like a wild drumbeat in my chest. "And you might be more than I can handle."

Silas reaches across the table with a sinewy hand, gently placing it over mine. His touch is firm yet reassuring, like the calm before a storm. "There's a first time for everything, and I've never steered you wrong—have I?" I shake my head slowly, releasing a deep sigh that seems to echo through the room. "No, you haven't.”

“Why don’t I pay the check and take you home? And I’ll stay the night.”

The only thing I can do is nod.

CHAPTER 13

SILAS

Ican barely contain myself as Harper fumbles with her keys, trying to unlock her apartment door. My hands roam over her body, sliding up her thighs and under her skirt. She gasps as my fingers graze the edge of her panties.

"Silas, I can't concentrate with you doing that."

I chuckle and nip at her neck. "Then hurry up. I need you now."

Finally, the lock clicks and we stumble inside. I press her against the wall, my hands roaming her curves as our lips meet in a heated kiss. She moans softly into my mouth, spurring me on. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. My fingers find the hem of her dress, slowly inching it upward.

"Silas," she breathes, her voice thick with desire.

I drop to my knees before her, looking up to meet her lust-filled gaze. Slowly, I slide her panties down her legs, drinking in the sight of her. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me.

The first swipe of my tongue makes her gasp. I take my time, teasing and tasting, savoring every sound she makes. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer. I focus my attention on her most sensitive spots, circling and flicking my tongue just the way she likes.

Harper's breathing grows ragged as I build her pleasure higher and higher. I can feel her trembling against me, so close to the edge. I redouble my efforts, determined to make her come undone. With a cry of ecstasy, she shatters, her body shaking with release. I hold her steady, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When she stills, I rise to my feet and gather her in my arms. She looks up at me, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

"Bedroom?" I ask with a grin.

Harper nods eagerly, and points to a door at the end of the hall. I carry her, still trembling against my shoulder. Her taste lingers on my tongue as I toss her onto the bed. She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with desire.

"Silas," she reaches for me.

I crawl over to her, mesmerized by the sight of her perfect body splayed across the sheets. My hands roam her curves as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She moans into my mouth, arching against me.

"I'm not done with you yet," I growl, trailing kisses down her neck.

Shivering, she tangles her fingers in my hair. "Good," she pants. "Because I need more of you. All of you."

I'm all too happy to oblige.

I peel her lacy panties down her smooth legs. My breath catches as I reveal her most intimate places. She shivers, whether from arousal or nerves, I'm not sure.

"Stand up," I command softly.

Harper obeys, her eyes wide and filled with curiosity and trepidation as she watches me closely. In one fluid motion, I pull her over my lap, and she lets out a small gasp of surprise that cuts through the still air.

"Silas, what are you—" she begins, her voice tinged with confusion and anticipation.

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