Page 45 of Kismet

“You,” I admit unabashedly. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

I walk toward the door that leads inside the house and notice he isn’t following me. Glancing over my shoulder, he’s giving me a perturbed look. “Uh, you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, it’s fine. She’s fast asleep. She took a sleeping pill before bed. Plus, where I’m showing you, she never goes.”

Still looking wary, he follows me into the house. We leave our shoes in the garage, right by the door. The garage door opens into our kitchen, so I take him through that and down the hall until we get to a door at the end on the left-hand side. We had the in-home gym built about five years ago for me. I use it almost daily. But when we originally drew up the idea, Aida wanted a yoga studio built into the gym because she was insistent on learning yoga.

Well, five years later and she’s used it twice. Both times were the week we finished building it. It’s a separate room in the gym, closed off from the weights. She wanted it soundproofed so she couldn’t hear my music or the sound of the weights while I was working out.

We reach the bottom stair and I turn on the lights in the gym. His eyes go wide as he takes in the space. “This is fucking incredible.”

“Thanks. It’s one of my favorite places in the house.”

“Did you build this, or did it come with the house? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a home gym this nice.” He walks around, checking out the different machines.

“We had it built about five years ago.”

“And you want to give it up when you move? That’s brutal. I wouldn’t want to part with this.”

“Yeah, well, what can you do? I can always have a gym built into the next place I buy. Over here, I want to go in here.”

We enter the yoga studio, and I flick on the lights before shutting and locking the door. He immediately turns to face me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s this?” he asks teasingly.

“A yoga studio.”

“Do you do yoga, Professor Philips?” His smile intensifies as he glances around at the wall-to-wall mirrors.

“Sometimes. Not often, though. It’s relaxing, you know.” I close the distance between us slowly, stalking him like I’m a hungry lion and he’s a helpless gazelle. Each step forward I take, he takes one back until his back hits the mirror. His pupils blow, a sea of obsidian staring back at me. I lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it before sucking on it. His eyes roll back as he moans.

Pulling back, I admire the flush on his cheeks. The flush that’s there because ofme. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“So are you,” he rasps. “You sure it’s a good idea to be in here?”

“I promise.” My lips press down on his neck, leaving no inch of flesh untouched there.

“Wh-what do you want to do, then?” His voice is shaky, and I know if I reached down, I’d find him hard as a rock.

“I want…” I whisper between kisses. “For you to turn around…” I nip at his ear, making him gasp. “Press your hands against this mirror.” My hand slides down to palm the bulge I knew would be there, squeezing lightly. “While you watch me in that mirror…” I tilt my head to the left, indicating the mirror beside us. “While I eat your ass until you’re trembling and can’t hardly hold yourself up.”

My tongue flicks between his parted lips, running across the roof of his mouth while he pants before me, barely able to control his breathing. I hold his gaze. “And then once you think you can’t possibly take anymore, I’m going to sink my cock into that tight little ass of yours while you watch yourself get fucked from every angle, like the good little slut I know you can be.”

“Oh, my fuckingGod,” he groans, eyes so heavy, he can hardly keep them open anymore.

“That sound okay to you, Bambi?”

“Fuck yes.” He practically purrs when he responds.

“Good… get naked for me, then.” I take a step back, giving him the space to do just that, and he wastes no time. He stands before me, gloriously naked, waiting for my instruction. And that has my cock leaking in my pants. I can’t fucking wait to be inside him.

“Turn around. Hands on the mirror and kick those legs apart.”

I yank my shirt over my head, tossing it on the ground behind me, before turning on some music. The room is equipped with surround sound speakers.I Don’t Think You’re Readyby Tank filters through the room as I bring my attention back to Cash and his sweet ass that is spread and ready for the taking.

My mouth waters as I kneel before him. Spreading his cheeks with both hands, I bring my face up close and inhale deeply before running the flat of my tongue across the length of his crack. I can feel his hole clench as he hisses at the contact.

“You need to be watching. Watch while I own you and bring you to your knees,” I growl before burying my face in his ass, living and breathing all of him. My tongue lashes out, licking his hole and twirling it in a circle. He’s moaning, but they sound muffled. When I look up, he has his head turned, watching us like I told him to, but he’s biting down on his arm.

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