Page 10 of Praise Me: Soldier

He wasn’t even my scheduled date!

His mouth fastens beneath my ear and a rush of sticky heat presents itself between my thighs. Wetness round two of the day, all thanks to this man, who I barely know. But he’s a man I feel…something for.

Attraction, yes. Obviously. Serious, potent attraction. There’s something else, though, and it has manifested in my chest. Compassion for what he’s been through. Gratitude over his honesty. A growing fondness for his no-nonsense personality. Is it possible to be anything but blunt when one has been imprisoned for four years?

I’d do well to adopt more of his drive. Want something? Go get it.

If he presented an idea in front of a boardroom, best believe everyone would listen to this man who speaks with such conviction and experience. They’d be in awe.

Maybe he could show me his ways.

At first, that thought appears as more of a non-serious flight of fancy.

But it sticks.

I’ve only been in this man’s company twice and I’m already more confident in my appeal, my ability to be seen. What if he could give me the boost I need to walk into the boardroom on Friday and wow the clients…and Elsa, too?

“What are you thinking about?” Theo breathes in my ear. “I can practically hear the wheels turning. Also, your mouth is moving and no sound is coming out.”

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. Are you mapping out plans in that beautiful head?” He rolls our foreheads together, his breath heavy on my mouth. “And how do I make sure they involve me?”

I don’t know.

That’s the answer that comes to mind. Three words I say a lot, even when I know exactly what I want, because I’m afraid to be pushy or seem too ambitious or a million different characteristics that people deem negative when applied to women. But Theo, he’s looking at me and waiting, because he truly wants to know what I’m thinking.

What I want.

“Um…”

Those eyes bore into mine. “What, baby?”

I take a deep breath. “I’ve never felt as capable and confident and…hot as I do than when you’re looking at me.”

I’ve caught him off guard, but he’s…pleased. Very pleased, his jaw flexing once, twice. “Good.” He kisses my hairline. “Thank you for telling me that.”

Heat is sweeping me. This languid feeling that could only come from being nearly elevated off the ground with a six-foot-three Army special forces soldier memorizing my every breath. “I’m not going to have sex with you the day we meet, though,” I whisper, so the people around us don’t hear me. “I’m not the type to rush into things.”

“Not going to lie, I’m obsessed with being able to fuck you, July. I need it. Likeyesterday.” His open mouth slides up and down my jawline. “But I don’t need to be inside you to come.”

“I noticed.”

He laughs, husky and warm into my neck and I laugh, too.

It’s the greatest intimacy I’ve ever shared with another human.

Foreplay and humor at the same time. It’s an instant hit with my entire body. Mind.

Heart.

“If I make you feel capable and confident and hot now, July,” he rasps, twisting a fist in the hem of my skirt. “Just wait until I start worshipping your pussy on my knees.”

“Yes,” I whisper, without thinking.

“Yes, what?” he says, pouncing on my consent. “Yes, you’ll let me lick it?”

This is getting overwhelming.

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