Page 50 of Love Me Like You Do

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. Say it again.”

She leans into me and breathlessly whispers my name, “Kane.” The huskiness of her voice heads straight to my dick and it twitches between us. “I want nothing more than to take this further but not here. I don’t want our first time to be in a seedy club.”

“As much as my cock is going to hate me, I agree. Plus, with the things I want to do to you, I don’t want us to be interrupted because my time’s up. What time do you get off?”

“I’d like to say right now.” She winks and rubs herself against me. “But I need to see Miss Rhi when I’m finished.”

“I can wait for you, if you like?”

She nods quickly. “I’d like that very much.” Leaning forward, she presses her lips to mine and begins to grind herself on me.

“Again, it pains me to say this,” I murmur against her lips, “please stop doing that.” She giggles and it’s music to my fucking cock. “I fucking love when you laugh like that, but can you laugh while not rubbing yourself on me? It’s taking everything I have not to take this further but as I said, our first time together is going to be something to remember.”

She cups my cheek. “Is this really real?”

“It’s very real, Sunshine. It may have taken us a while to get here, but we are definitely real. I regret hurting you the way I did the last time we met in this room, but I think the wait was worth it. Now, give me another kiss and then get back to work.”

“Did you just tell me to go back to stripping?”

“I guess I did.”Fuck, don’t encourage her. She’s a stripper, you’re not okay with that and deep down, you know she’s not okay with it either. Dammit, I really need to talk to her about this.

“Well, lucky for you, mister, you were my last dance for the night.”

“But you didn’t dance for me.”

“Do you really want me to dance for you here? Or would you rather a super special dance when we leave here?”

“I’ll take option three please?”

“And what’s option three?”

“A dance now and a dance later. For months I’ve imagined what you’d be like dancing here.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged but you need to remember, no touching.”

“But—”

She presses her finger to my lips. “House rules BUT if you’re lucky …”

“Lucky how?”

She nonchalantly shrugs at me before she slides off my lap. Her hips begin to sway side to side as she steps away from me. She grabs the tie on her dressing gown and begins to spin it around. Turning her back to me, she drops the gown off one shoulder and then the other. It’s hanging down her back, showcasing her shoulder blades and giving me a hint of her pert ass. She leans forward and the satin gown slides up, exposing her mesh—pink by the way—covered ass. Pink will forever be associated with My Sunshine.

She stands back up and turns to face me, her gown is now open at the front and if it wasn’t for her arms, she’d be standing before me in the sexiest pink and black mesh corset. “Fuck me, Sunshine, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. The things I want to do to you.”

Lifting my arm, I reach out but she steps back and shakes her index finger side to side, “Uh-uh. Sir, no touching.”

Hearing her call me sir has my already aching cock painfully pressing into the zipper of my slacks. If she keeps this up, there will be a zipper imprint on my dick. “Fine.” I huff. Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and keenly watch her dance in front of me.

Her body moves in sync with the music. It’s sensual. It’s erotic. It will forever be seared in my mind … like my zipper on my dick.

She steps closer to me. I clench my fists tight so I don’t reach out. She notices and smirks at me.She’ll pay for that,I think as she rests her palms on my shoulders and pushes me back into the sofa. She straddles me and moves forward, her tits in my face, she must see the anguish in my eyes and whispers, “Go for it.”

Halla-fucking-lujah, I slide my arms around her back and pull her into me. Pressing my face into her tits, I open my mouth and suck on her nipple when there’s a knock on the door. “Time’s up,” a deep rough voice booms through the door.

“Noooooo,” I whine, “two more minutes.”

She laughs but makes no move to hop off my lap. My sexy little minx leans in and purrs, “To be continued.” Standing up, she reaches down, picks up her robe, and slips it back on. “Meet me by the staff exit in twenty minutes.”

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