Page 145 of Silver Elite

His smile widens.

“Stop teasing,” I grumble.

His breath mingles with mine as our lips brush against each other in a fleeting caress. Meanwhile, his hands continue to roam, skimming my waist, scraping over my arms. Each touch sends sparks dancing along my skin. But it’s not enough. I crave more.

With an irritated curse, I yank on his shirt and press my lips against his. Firm and insistent.

“You win,” he mumbles before kissing me the way I demand to be kissed.

His tongue is hot and skillful, slicking over mine, drawing a moan from my throat. He swallows the desperate sound and deepens the kiss into something raw and primal. His teeth sting my bottom lip before that greedy tongue plunges inside my mouth again.

He kisses with the kind of intensity that leaves me breathless. And his hands aren’t idle while he destroys me with his lips. He cups my breasts over my dress, squeezing, toying. The bra I’m wearing is so flimsy that his thumbs have no trouble teasing my nipples into two tight, throbbing buds.

I whimper against his lips, and he wrenches his mouth away to mutter, “Tell me not to stop.”

I couldn’t stop this now if I tried. All rational thought has fled my mind. The world has melted away, and my entire being has been reduced tomore.I want more.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

Without warning, I’m off the desk and on my feet, being spun around as he bends me over. Cross bunches the material of my dress in one fist and drags it upward to expose my backside. One warm palm smooths over the curve of one cheek.

My skin breaks out in shivers when he eases my underwear down my legs. I kick it away. Holding my breath. Waiting for his next move.

I gasp when his hands return to squeeze my ass.

“Perfect,” he rasps. “I wanted this from the second you were underneath me at the inn.” He grinds himself against me. I can feel every inch of him. “Should’ve taken you then.”

“I wasn’t yours for the taking.” My voice comes out breathier than I intend.

“Yes, you were. If I did this…” He brings his hand between my legs, and my whole body clenches for him. “Would you have stopped me?” He teases the warm, swollen flesh that is aching for him. “Or would you have begged for more?”

He slips his finger inside and I moan with abandon.

That makes him chuckle. “Begged,” he concludes.

He adds a second finger, thrusting both inside me in a slow, agonizing tempo. His lips find my shoulder, kissing, tasting, and when he nips at my skin, it elicits a pain-tinged jolt of pleasure that makes me gasp. I push back against his exploring fingers, needing more. My body throbs in a silent plea for release.

“I like you like this.” His taunt heats the back of my neck. “Bent over. At my mercy.”

I swallow the moisture that floods my mouth. “Are there cameras in here?”

That gets me a chuckle. “No.” He withdraws his fingers to tease my opening. “But goddamn do I wish there were.”

I’m too mindless to respond. Pleasure dances through me each time those talented fingers fill me. And each time they retreat, I shake with desperation. Still he drags it out, moving his fingers in, out, unhurried, unbearable, and when I finally can’t take it anymore, I twist around and growl at him.

“Stop. Teasing.”

“Make me.”

Arrogant bastard. I grab the bottom of his shirt and shove it up, practically ripping it off his torso. His chest, golden muscles and sculpted sinew, almost makes me whimper again. I run my palms over it, and he hisses out a breath, capturing one of my hands. He curls his fingers around mine. Tightly. For a second, I think he’s going to stop me from touching him.

He does the opposite.

Keeping his gaze locked to mine, he drags my hand down the defined ridges of his abdomen until we reach his waistband.

“Undo my pants.”

God. He’s exactly what I hoped he would be. Commanding. Potent. Our eyes remain locked as I ease his zipper down, as I reach between the flaps of his trousers, slide my hand inside, find the thick, throbbing length of him. When I wrap my fingers around him, he betrays the first sign that he’s not as in control as he lets on. His throat dips in a hard swallow. His chest rises on a ragged breath. I squeeze him, and he responds by thrusting into my fist.

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