Page 80 of Jilted

“I don’t want to fuck anything up.”

Her brows pulled. “What would you fuck up?”

“I don’t know. It feels unnatural to not have my hands on you. But I’m afraid if I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Why would you have to stop?”

“I don’t want to scare you away with too much, too fast.”

She smiled and turned to face me. “You told me at dinner that you wanted to hear the sound of me choking while you filled my throat, and I’m still here.”

My eyes dropped to her neck. I swallowed. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”

Sloane tilted her head and spoke softly. “Like what?”

I lifted my eyes and met hers. “You really want to know?”

She nodded.

I sucked back a big gulp of wine and allowed my eyes to rake upand down her body. “For starters, I want to tear that dress from your body.”

“I saw the tag on this dress. Maybe we can unzip it?”

I shook my head. “I’ll buy you another one. I want the pieces on the floor, scattered around your feet while I spend a few minutes looking at you in nothing but your bra and underwear and those sexy-as-fuck heels.”

Sloane sipped her wine. “Sorry, can’t do that.”

“No?”

“I don’t have anything on underneath this dress.”

I hissed out a breath. “Did you do that for me?”

She nodded. “Will just the heels work?”

“I might have to add a picture to my screen saver collection.”

Sloane smiled. “Then what?”

I lifted my chin, gesturing to the window. “Then you press your hands to the glass and bend over, and I’ll drop to my knees and lick you while you look out at London.”

“Is the window privacy glass?”

A slow smile curved across my face as I shook my head. “Is that a problem?”

Sloane shivered. “No.”

I stepped forward and ran a single finger along the bare skin of her back, starting at the top of her spine. “Lick youmight not be the right words. I’m going to devour you, bury my face in your pussy, and eat you until you come all over my tongue. I want you dripping.”

Sloane’s voice was breathy. “Oh God.”

I stepped fully behind her, pulled her hair to one side, and sucked along her pulse line. Her head lolled back, giving me full access. When she let out a little mewl, I pushed up against her, letting her know she wasn’t the only one affected.

“I’ve dreamed of tying you up, making you writhe in my bed until you beg.”

“Is that payback for making you wait?”

“Fifty-one days.”

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