Page 5 of Yours to Conquer

“I’m not completely certain. The lifeguard at Balboa Lagoon said it was probably a stingray barb. I stepped on it while swimming in your beloved ocean. It hurt so much and bled like crazy. I had to have eleven stitches. That’s why I’m not too fond of the ocean. You’re just walking along, minding your own business—andbam!Something reaches up from the murky bottom and takes you out.”

His tongue licks warmly over the bottom of my foot, making me twist and turn to free myself. It tickles, and yet the feeling excites me. His mouth slides up my freshly shaved leg and stops at my knee. In one swift move, he turns me over, so my back end is facing the ceiling. His tongue licks the sensitive skin behind my knee and trails up to the top of my thigh. He reaches the area directly under my butt cheek and gently bites. I would’ve never thought that a tongue sliding from the crack of your bottom to the base of your neck could make you feel so good.

“Mmm,” I moan softly as he makes his way from the back of my neck to my ear.

“You’re so damn beautiful, and I love the soft moans that escape your mouth when my tongue is on you,” he whispers in my earbefore he flips me over and crushes his mouth against mine. Just as things heat, he pulls away.

“Where are you going?” I groan. He’s driving me insane, taking me to the edge several times without following through. I’m begging for release.

“In good time, baby. I’m enjoying my exploration of your body. I think about it all the time; it’s a wonder I get anything done.” His eyes look into mine as he lowers his head to the space between my legs. All cohesive thoughts are gone. The minute his lips connect, I am no longer capable of anything.

“Oh … holy … hell…” I shout as his tongue thoroughly explores me. Never underestimate a man who tells you he has an oral fixation. The tongue and mouth are two wonders of the world in my book. You can keep the Taj Mahal; I’ll take Anthony’s tongue any day.

He spends what seems like a lifetime satisfying his need to taste me. As soon as I get close to my climax, he pulls back once more. It’s torturous and tantalizing at the same time. As I wriggle under him, he lifts his head. “Now, Emma, come for me,” he whispers. And just as he buries his face in my heat, I do. I let loose a scream that could wake the dead. He has taken me to the edge so many times that all of my pent-up energy releases itself in my sex and my scream.

Anthony slowly slides his body up mine. He trails kisses from my stomach to my mouth and settles next to me. I curl into his side, completely satisfied. I look down and see his magnificent erection standing at attention. Gliding my hand down his muscular chest, I follow the trail of brown hair from his belly button to his arousal. Gently holding him in my hand, I begin a slow exploration of his member. Shifting my position, I lower my head so his rock-solid abs support me. He twitches in my hand while I stroke the soft skin that covers his hardness. I watch as a glistening bead escapes the top. Using it as lubrication, I rub my thumb over it, spreading the slick liquid in circles. I firmly but gently wrap my fingers aroundhim and move my fist up and down his shaft in a slow, steady motion. I hear small moans escape his mouth as I change the speed and pressure.

I climb over him and open the drawer to retrieve the lube. I straddle his legs and settle in for playtime. Squeezing an ample amount of lube into my palms, I rub them together to warm things up.I’m a considerate lover.There’s nothing worse than being all hot and bothered and having your partner put out your flame with ice-cold lube.

I wrap both hands around his girth and move them in opposite directions as I work up and down his length.

“Oh … God, babe, that feels amazing,” he groans. I continue to change the pace and pressure, keeping him on edge. As he nears orgasm, I stroke his length with one hand while I gently massage his nipples with the other. Knowing I have him close, I stop everything and lean in for a kiss. I’m learning to play his game.

“You’re killing me,” he moans as his hands reach for my head to bring me in for a deeper kiss. His talented tongue explores my mouth in slow motion. Everything he does is deliberate. His teeth gently nip at my bottom lip, making me groan in response. I slide back to my straddling position and take him into my hands again. I find a rhythm that has him grinding into my slick palms. His jaw tenses and his teeth clench as he finds his release. His control escapes him with explosive force and lands on his firm stomach. He groans loudly from someplace deep inside. I gently stroke every shudder from his body before I collapse on top of him. His come is slick and warm between our bodies. He holds me tightly as he plays with my hair.

“Shall we take another shower, babe?” he asks.

I snuggle into his shoulder. “Umm-hmm, but can we stay like this for a few minutes? I enjoy being in your arms.” He pulls me close to him and places a soft kiss on the top of my head. My heart lurches ever so slightly as I realize I’ve fallen in love with this man.

“Hey, you fell asleep.”He nudges me gently. “Would you like to continue sleeping, or do you want to get up and have a snack with me? I didn’t want you waking up alone.” There is sweetness in his voice. He is always looking out after me. When I first met him, I thought about his age and figured if he was still single at thirty-four, it was because he was a player or damaged. I still can’t figure him out because when I look at him, he’s just so perfect. He’s almost too good to be true.

CHAPTER FIVE

It’s been a week since our relaxing day on the beach. We are standing in his closet, getting dressed to meet our friends at Ahz for dinner. It’s been a long week, and we’re both ready to unwind and have some fun.

“You know she’s going to move in with him, right?” he asks as he buttons his shirt.

“Yeah, I figured as much. I’ll have to find a new roommate. Can you zip me up?” I turn around so he can help me into my little black dress.

“Why don’t you move in here? You can put your house on the market. You’re hardly there, anyway.” His hand drops to my lower back, where he gently caresses the area just above my bottom.

I know my eyes must be as big as saucers. “You want me to move in with you?” His expression tells me that this is a serious request. His face is relaxed, but his eyes are watching me intently. “I love that you want me to be with you all the time, but I’m not ready to give up my house. We still stay there sometimes. If I move in here, then I lose a part of me.”

I watch as his face falls into a frown. “I don’t see you losing apart of you; I see you gaining a part of us. Just think about it, okay?” he asks as he pats me on the bottom.

We pullinto the employee garage of Ahz and park in Anthony’s designated parking spot. He quickly hops out of the driver’s seat and rushes around to open my door.

“It looks like Damon and Kat are already here,” I say as I see the silver Mustang parked next to us. “I’m glad that we all meet for dinner at least once a month. Our lives have gotten so busy we hardly get to see each other.”

“Are Trevor and Chris joining us tonight as well? We talked about inviting them, but that’s all I remember.”

“Yes.” I look around and see Chris’s Volvo parked down the aisle. “They’re here as well. That’s Chris’s Volvo right there.” I point to the white car parked three cars away from us. “Are we late? Everyone else is here already.” I glance at my watch to check.

“Saving the best for last, babe.” He laces his fingers into mine and leads the way into the restaurant.

We enter the Anthony Haywood restaurant on the ground floor and make our way back to the private room that has been set aside for us. I try to stifle a giggle as we wade through the crowded room. It’s a busy night at Ahz, and everyone seems to recognize Anthony. It’s like Moses parting the Red Sea. People stand aside and let us pass with looks of awe on their faces. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s the owner or because he’s so damn handsome. I watch as every woman he passes undresses him with her eyes. The looks on the faces of the men are pure jealousy; they all wish they were him.

He reaches back and places a possessive hand around my waist. “I hate all these men gawking at you,” he grumbles.

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