Page 64 of SINS & Riley
A lump bobs in his throat. “Breathtaking.”
That’s it. Another piece of my brain just fried.
Whatever awkwardness was holding me back is gone. My feet shuffle forward.
He leans back in the chair, one hand stroking the bulge straining his pants. The sight steals my breath.
Even in a mask and suit, this man is gorgeous. And that he wants me so much he can’t keep from touching himself sends a rush of heat straight through me.
I sink to my knees, not settling on the pillow but straddling it, claiming the space instead of surrendering to it.
His eyes blaze.
He shrugs out of his blazer and drapes it over my bare shoulders. It’s a tender gesture, and the heat of him seeps into my bones.
“Undo my pants.”
Oh. Hell. Here we go.
My hands tremble—just a little. But I remind myself I’m not the naïve girl who fumbled her way through this with Dante. Not anymore.
I’ve got a D’Angelo blowjob under my belt.
And with the kind of man-meat Dante carried, I’m practically certified.
My fingers work his belt loose, sliding the zipper down?—
—and then all the air leaves my lungs.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He’s huge.
Was Dante this big?
Or, are all cocks colossal and no one shares the memo.
Hard to say, since they’re the only two I’ve ever seen and, honestly, they’re hard to tell apart.
Maybe they should just wear name tags.
A sly smile tugs at his mouth as he waits, unhurried. Well, he’s going to have to. I’m going to need a minute to unhinge my jaw.
I wrap my fingers around him, tentative at first.
Thick.
Hot.
Heavy.
The steady thrum of his pulse beats against my palm while a bead of pre-cum glistens at the head.
His hand slides into my hair, anchoring me, but not with the harsh dominance I pretty much expect. Instead, his other hand closes over mine, almost steadying, guiding.
Not forcing. Just… connected.
And then, softer than I’ve ever heard him, his voice cuts through the static in my brain.
