Page 81 of Diamonds & Deception

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed you,” he says before trapping my breath with his kiss. His knees dig into my hips, holding me in place, not that I’m going anywhere.

I run my hands down his chest and loosen his tie. “Why do you always wear such difficult clothes to take off?”

“Says the woman who is always overdressed.”

“Hardly. I’m wearing—” I bite back my chuckle. Naked. He prefers me naked, just as I like him.

“Too much.” He slips his hands under my shirt and tugs it over my head, tossing it behind me. “A little better.” He cups my breasts in his hands and lifts them, bringing them closer to his mouth.

“Drake.” I blindly work at the buttons of his shirt. I manage one stupid button and curse.

He chuckles against my breast and stands, cupping my ass with his hands. I leap into his arms, tightening my thighs around his hips as he walks us down the hall to his bedroom. My hands don’t stop working his stubborn buttons, and my mouth refuses to let him go.

We’re still locked, mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders as he sets me down on his bed. He slips his fingers under my bra strap and pauses.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

“You’re an idiot.” I roll my eyes and reach between us, cupping his balls and squeezing his giant erection.

“So, that’s a yes?”

I squeeze harder, and he tips his head back and curses. “It feels like it’s been months, years, since I last held you, last made love to you.” He kisses my neck as his hands skim my torso and find their way under my leggings.

My hips arch off the bed into his touch. “Please tell me you’re not going to tease me to oblivion tonight.” I manage another button free and make a poor attempt at ripping his shirt off. It doesn’t budge. “Hell, it always works in books and movies.”

Drake chuckles again and props himself up on his elbows. “You’re ruining my mathematical formula.”

“Is it based on how many orgasms I have before I can get your damn shirt off?”

He lifts an eyebrow and smirks. “I can make adjustments. One, maybe two right now, then a handful later?” He nips my chin and trails his kisses down my sternum, stopping to lap each nipple, then play with my navel.

“Handful?”

He grabs my boobs. “Two handfuls?”

“God, Drake. I’ll be happy with one.”

“Not on my watch, beautiful.” He pushes my leggings down and I wiggle my hips to help work them off.

“Please take your shirt off so I can touch your muscles,” I pant as his fingers stroke me over my panties.

“My muscles?”

“Yes,” I moan as he slips a finger under the soft satin.

He sucks on my inner thigh leaving a love bite, then sits back on his heels. I’m about to protest until I see him stripping off his button-down and undershirt.

“Much better.” I reach for his abs and scrape my nails down them toward his belt buckle. “These too.”

“Patience, baby.”

“Not tonight. Not this time.”

Drake lets out a low growl and tears off my panties, sinking two fingers in me. I cry out his name as he strokes me, spreading my wetness to my clit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Say my name again.” He adds another finger and flicks my clit with his thumb.

“Oh god.” I grip the sheets under me and dig my heels into the mattress. I arch my back off the bed and squeeze my thighs, trapping his hand between them. He brings his mouth to my breasts and sucks one and rubs my other nipple between his fingers. “I’m going to—”

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