Page 47 of Masked Seduction
And somehow, he knows. He leans in, his chest brushing my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Not yet,” he murmurs. “You don’t get to finish until I say so.”
A sharp little sound of half frustration, half bliss escapes me. Part of me wants to push back. But another part, a stronger one, thrills at being undone by him. “Yes,” I whisper.
His hand stills on my hip. “Yes what?”
My breath catches. The air thickens. “Yes… sir.”
He groans, satisfied, and picks up the pace again, faster this time. My body’s on fire while my mind unravels. But still, I hold back, right on the edge, held there by sheer will and the sound of his voice.
“Ask me,” he says.
I try to form the words, but they catch in my throat, tangled in pleasure. Finally, breathless and desperate, I manage, “Please, can I come?”
There’s a heartbeat’s worth of a pause before I hear, “Now.”
The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, shattering me in the best way. I cry out, raw and open, the sound echoing in the office like a secret that can’t be taken back. He holds me through it, steadying me, his hands sure and strong, even as I tremble beneath them.
When I finally find air again, he pulls me gently to my feet, turning me around to face him. His expression is different. There’s still hunger, but there’s something softer, too. He brushes a thumb across my cheek, leans down, and kisses me slowly, like he’s tasting me for the first time all over again.
It’s a perfect contrast. The man who just wrecked me now holding me like I’m something precious.
And I let him.
My hands curl against his chest as his mouth lingers on mine, and I swear I could live in this moment forever. The way he balances force and tenderness, roughness and care. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.
And maybe everything I’m a little scared I might need.
He lifts me onto the edge of the desk, his hands firm under my thighs as he steps between them. My heart’s racing—I can hear it in my ears, feel it in my fingertips. I gasp when he enters me again. It’s deep and slow, like he’s savoring every inch of me, and my legs instinctively wrap around him.
His eyes are locked on mine, and for a second, the whole room feels suspended. I feel full, claimed. My fingers dig into his shoulders, broad and strong beneath his shirt, and I hold on as he moves. Each thrust is deliberate, patient but powerful, like he wants to make sure I remember every second of this.
His muscles flex beneath my hands, every motion sending heat curling through my belly. I look at the unmistakable tattoo on his chest. The one I’d memorized that night.
A grin tugs at my lips.
He notices my smile and raises an eyebrow, still moving inside me. “What?”
I shake my head. “Just wondering how long you planned to keep it a secret.”
He chuckles, a deep, husky sound that vibrates straight through me. “Not long, apparently.”
His mouth finds my neck, then my shoulder, and I arch into him, needing more. Needinghim. The heat is building again—my body humming, core tightening. I glance down to see the way we fit together, and when I glance up again, I see the way he’s watching me, his face intent with focus.
“Tell me,” I whisper, breathless. “Tell me what you want.”
He leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. “I want to see you fall apart for me. I want to feel you shake around me. I want to take you right to the edge and keep you there. Again.”
And just like that I’m close, so close it’s almost unbearable.
My hands find his jaw and I kiss him, hard and open, moaning against his mouth as we move faster. His rhythm grows erratic, breath ragged. I can feel him holding back, the tension in his body like a wire about to snap.
“Together,” I whisper. “Please. I want to feel it with you.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, grip tightening on my hips. He doesn’t need to say a word.
The final thrusts are almost too much. My name on his lips, his body trembling with mine. I cry out into the crook of his neck as pleasure crashes through us like a wave.
We slow together, our bodies slick with heat and sweat. He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he holds me, his hand stroking along my back, grounding me. My head drops to his shoulder.
