Page 81 of Jilted

Sloane blinked, as if from a haze. “What’s fifty-one days?”

“How long I’ve been waiting. Since the day I met you.”

Her features slackened. “You know how many days it’s been?”

“I know everything about the time I’ve spent with you.”

She swallowed, seeming to let my comment sink in. “I think we need to get back to the dirty talk or I’m going to ruin the moment with a sappy cry. I can feel the Hallmark tears marching toward my eyes now.”

My lip quirked. “Not a problem.”

“Tell me what else you’ve dreamed about.”

I nipped at her shoulder blade. “I want to watch your face while you come.”

“That’s still sweet. What else you got?”

“I have a typed-up list of shit I want to do to you. I was going to alphabetize it, but I wasn’t sure if numbers came before letters, or do I spell out sixty-nine?”

She smiled. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

I lifted my chin to her glass. “No more talking. Finish your wine.”

I might’ve been teasing about the typed-up list, but I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I’d spent hours imagining things I wanted to do to her. Yet her lifting the wineglass to her mouth and doing what I asked might have turned me on more than anything. I watched as she swallowed the last drop before I took the stem from her hand and set it on the counter next to my half-full glass.

Tonight’s dress had spaghetti straps and an open back with a short zipper that started at the waist. It would have taken two seconds to unzip and take it off. But tearing the straps was so much more fun. I grabbed the flimsy material from her shoulders and yanked. The silky fabric slid down her body in a way that would forever stay seared into my brain. It puddled to a pool of green around her feet.

I stepped back, though my body vibrated with the need to touch her. “Turn around. I want to look at you.”

I’d imagined this moment more than once, what she would look like standing before me naked. But whatever I’d conjured in my head didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Her gorgeous, real titswere full with the most perfect lilt to them. Purply-pink nipples stood at full attention, hard peaks begging to be sucked. I salivated staring at them, and I hadn’t even made my way down to the rest of her yet. My heart pumped so fast that it felt like I might die if I didn’t get started. Then my eyes dropped lower.

Oh fuck.Can you have a heart attack from need? Because that clean-shaven pussy was about to test the theory. I licked my lips, feeling like a little kid in a candy store, not sure what sweet treat to start with. So much for all the mental planning I’d done…

I took a step toward her, ready to dive in, and was met with a hand.

No.

No. No. No. She can’t be putting the brakes on now.

I froze, holding my breath. “What?”

Sloane’s lips curved to a wicked grin. “You told me whatyouwanted. But you didn’t ask whatIwanted.”

Fuck.I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

But before I could finish groveling, Sloane dropped to her knees.

Naked.

Except for the stilettos.

I was caught completely off guard, so much so that I stood with my jaw hanging open while she unbuckled my pants and unzipped me. Sloane tugged my pants down, wrapped her little hand around my painfully hard cock, and looked up at me.

“I want you to make me choke.”

I thought I might come right then and there. My cock throbbed. “Fuck,” I hissed. “You are… perfect.”

I’d said it before she touched me, and I meant every damn word. But when she licked her lips, lowered her jaw, and took me into her hot, wet mouth, I thought I might be the one to sappy cry. Usually when a woman got on her knees, she gave you a show—licking the head seductively, sucking along the shaft like it was a lollipop, wrapping her hand around and pumping to get things started—but none of it was necessary. Not when a woman takes you down her throat in one swallow.

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