Page 21 of Filthy Rich Single Daddies

"I mean it, Theo," I insist, more to convince myself than him. "This can't be more than physical."

He nods, but there's a determination in his eyes that makes me uneasy. "I understand."

I want to believe him, want to trust that he'll respect my limits. But a voice in my head whispers that I'm playing with fire. Because the truth is, I'm willing to give him everything—and that terrifies me.

"You say that now," I mutter, more to myself than to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Theo asks, his brow furrowing.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "It means I've been burned before, Theo. More times than I care to count. And I don't..." I trail off, struggling to find the right words.

"You don't trust me to stick around," he finishes, his voice tinged with sadness.

I meet his gaze, seeing the hurt there, but I can't bring myself to deny it. "Can you blame me?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "So, are we in agreement? About the rules?"

Theo's eyes darken, a mix of resignation and desire swirling in their green depths. "Yes, we're in agreement."

Relief floods through me, but it's quickly overshadowed by a surge of heat as Theo leans in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now, can we seal the deal with a kiss?"

My body tenses, ready to push him away. "I said no kissing, Theo. That was one of the—"

"I know," he interrupts, a feral smile spreading across his face. "I didn't mean those lips."

My breath catches as his meaning sinks in. Theo reaches for the wine bottle, setting it carefully on the table. The deliberate movement sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I watch, frozen, as Theo kneels before me. His fingers trail up my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "May I?" he asks, his hands hovering at the waistband of my shorts.

Unable to form words, I nod. In one fluid motion, he peels the shorts down my legs, tossing them aside. The cool air hits my exposed skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of Theo's gaze.

Without warning, he buries his face between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue has me crying out, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Theo!" I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He hums against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Then he nips at my inner thigh—that familiar, delicious bite that he knows I love.

God, how does he still remember? The thought flits through my mind before dissolving into pure sensation as Theo's mouth closes over my clit.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure when Theo pulls back, his fingers replacing his tongue. He runs them through my soaking folds before plunging two deep inside me. I arch my back, a cry escaping my lips.

"Still so responsive," Theo murmurs, his voice husky. He pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb circling my clit. "I've missed this. Missed you."

His words send a pang through my chest, but I push it aside.This is just sex, I remind myself. Nothing more.

Theo's lips trail a path of kisses up my body—my thighs, my hips, my stomach. Each touch ignites a new spark of desire.When he returns his attention to my center, I'm trembling with need.

"Theo, please," I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound.

He focuses on my clit, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and quick flicks that have my eyes rolling back in my head. The pressure builds, a familiar tightening in my core.

"That's it, baby," Theo encourages. "Let go for me."

His words are my undoing. I come hard, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over me. Theo doesn't let up, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a quivering mess.

As I catch my breath, I tug at my top. "Get undressed," I command, peeling the fabric over my head.

Theo doesn't hesitate, stripping efficiently. My eyes are drawn to his cock—long, veiny, the head an angry purple and already weeping with anticipation.

I lean forward, unable to resist a taste. My tongue darts out to lick the tip, savoring his sharp intake of breath.

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