Page 66 of The Heiress's First Date

“I am waiting for a call, though. I’ll keep it short, and then I’m free until Tuesday.”

She doesn’t even blink at the possible intrusion. Just how often did her parents put her second, third, or worse on their priority list?

“I get you for three whole days?”

“Plus the rest of today.”

She makes a low purring sound and quickly turns. My hands fall away as she pushes everything down the table, making a clear space.

“That’s the best news I’ve ever heard,” she murmurs as she turns back to me, fisting my shirt.

Damn. She’s a dream come true. My fantasy come to life.

I’ve never met a woman who enjoys sex the way she does. Who wants me for me. Not connections. Not my bank account.

She tugs me forward, not a hint of hesitancy in her. That’s so sexy. I lose myself in her kiss, touching her all over. Her lips part with a sigh, and I take advantage, sweeping my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. She sucks on the tip, and my cock presses against my slacks, insistent.

Need boils in my veins, and I push her back onto the table, coming down on top of her. Her thighs spread, welcoming me, and her heels lock behind my back. Like getting the fucking keys to the kingdom. She’s all mine. So very much mine.

I can’t give her up. Can’t back down.

Need to taste her and tease her and make her scream my name as she comes on my cock.

Damn, I am so very gone for this woman, and it’s only getting worse. My need to possess her and be possessed by her...

She squirms beneath me, hands sliding down my sides. I feel her fingers at the button of my slacks. I want her touch more than I want my next breath. To feel those cool fingers, her soft skin against my hard, raging hot erection.

Damn.

My office should be calling any minute, and I can’t find a single care.

“Alex—”

“Yes, Beauty?”

She moans, tipping her head back. Her neck calls to my lips, begging for my brand, and the horny teenager in me wants to mark her. To suck a bruise on her pretty pale skin for all the world to see.

And yes, a perverse part of me wants Gabe and King to see it, too.

Why am I so obsessed with leaving my mark on her?

I’ve never felt the slightest urge with anyone else.

She gives a sultry little hum and it’s all the permission I need.

Her sigh, as I latch onto her throat, is magic.

I slid a hand down her front, cupping a breast, pausing long enough to tease the nipple. It strains against my fingertips, begging for sweet pain and a bite of pleasure. But I don’t stop. Can’t stop.

My cock begs for release. For her wet heat.

I suckle harder, and she moans, fingernails digging gently into me.

Her silky skin guides the way to her pussy. It’s so needy and I can’t help but want to tease it, tempt it, please it. I want to spoil her with so many orgasms she never leaves my side.

Which is a startling thought when, just a week ago, I was sure I could claim her and not hand over my heart in the process.

What an idiot I was. She’s absolutely bewitching, body and soul.

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