Page 67 of Conquering Oz

He ignored the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Bring your financials. And all the paperwork from your lawsuit.”

Elodie knitted her brows. “Why?”

“Because I want to know what Julian has.” He walked to the door, down the stairs, and out the back door. The SUV was waiting with the back door open. Ridge stood a foot away, grasping the handle.

“Secure this building.”

“Yes, sir.” Ridge nodded. “For how long?”

Oz narrowed his gaze. “Indefinitely.”

He was making a statement.

And a claim.

Chapter Twelve

Ah fuck!

Elodie craned her neck, pressed her head against the pillow and she gasped for a breath. She drove her hand over his head and through his thick hair. Most partners she’d had in the past hadn’t been as ardent with giving oral as they had with receiving it. Not Oz.

His fingers dug into her thighs, forcing her legs to spread further apart. It not only left her open and exposed, but it gave him a new angle.Ah, fuck, yes!Her toes curled as his tongue ravaged her clit, sending a trembling heat through her veins. It was too much and not enough. Elodie wasn’t even thinking coherently anymore. She bit her bottom lip so hard, she feared she may have drawn blood. The combination of pleasure and pain was putting her over the edge. She moaned, fisted his hair, and rocked her hips against his mouth. She was so close.

Elodie had barely made it into his house when she was stripped down and carried to his bedroom on the second floor. It took her a while to even figure out what was happening. She was so lost in her desire, her need, and his touch.Lust.It was the only way to describe everything she was feeling.

Her breathing shallowed and her muscles tightened. She was seconds away…

What the… She blinked her eyes open, and everything was hazy.What happened?She been on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. She peered down watching Oz press his lips across her stomach, sensually caressing her skin and moving up to herbreast. He tongued her nipple before sucking it between his lips in a hard pull. This man was a god with his mouth.

She dropped her head back into the pillow and slid her hands over his shoulders. His lips brushed over her chest and up to her neck.

“I wanna come.” She moaned.

“When I tell you.” He growled.

Elodie fought against a smile and lost. Never in her life had she seen herself as a woman who wanted to be dominated.And yet here I am.Oz had changed the game. She wrapped her arms around his back as he drove inside her, stretching.

“Oz—” She barely got his name out before gasping for a breath. Her lips slid over his neck, and he grunted softly. Unlike Elodie, he wasn’t very vocal. It made his masculine groan even more satisfying. She grazed her teeth over his neck and clenched her thighs.

Oz slid his hand down to her thigh, gripped it hard, and pushed it up level with her chest. The angle at which he was fucking her had him hitting a spot she hadn’t known existed. She ground her teeth, overcome with the electric sensation shooting through her body.

His mouth dropped to her ear, his warm breath fanning her neck. “Come for me.”

Yes, sir!Elodie didn’t have to be told twice.

She dug her nails into his back, pressing her lips against his neck while feeling him deep inside of her. She bit down on his neck and moaned, feeling a tingle through her veins. Her knees locked, her muscles tightened seconds before riding the best orgasm of her life.

Elodie melted into the mattress with Oz’s weight coming over her. His breath was heavy, blanketing her skin. Elodie slid her fingers over his back, wanting him to stay close. Oz had other plans. He brushed his lips across her forehead and pushed up.He rolled off her, and she immediately felt the loss. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his back. All his muscles were defined. He stood, giving her a perfect view of his backside, and disappeared into the bathroom.

She peered around the spacious room. It was masculine, tastefully decorated with warm tones and the size of her kitchen and living room combined. She snuggled into the bed and covered her yawn. It had to be after midnight. She dropped her hand to her belly when her stomach growled.

When he walked out of the bathroom, she propped up on her pillow, watching him make his way back to the bed. He wore a pair of dark sweats and nothing else. It was odd to see him in anything other than a suit.I like it.

Oz had mentioned something briefly about dinner when she’d first walked in, but as soon as he’d kissed her, she’d found herself in his bedroom, naked and spread with his face between her legs.

“Are you going to feed me?”

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