Page 35 of Seductive Scoundrel

“I thought you got lost,” Dean comments, looking up from his laptop with a devastating grin on his far-too-sexy lips. He’s standing at the granite countertop, files and a notebook stacked beside him.

“I almost did,” I reply, looking around his showroom kitchen. Everything is stainless steel, black or grey, and sleek. It’s the perfect foil for my 1990s teal green and honey-colored kitchenette. “Poochy is at my neighbors,” I blurt out.

One dark eyebrow rises. “Poochy?”

I shrug, hoping to seem nonchalant – whatever that means. “The name fits the dog, trust me.”

Thank god he’ll never meet the nonexistent Poochy.

Having zero willpower to stop myself from touching his amazing ass, I step closer, running my hand over one firm hump, then the other. “Anything in particular you’d like for breakfast?” I ask suggestively, fondling his butt like I own it.

A look that can only be described assexsettles on his face. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to be my breakfast.”

“Doing what?” I ask, placing my free hand over the growing bulge in his boxers.

Damn! The man is huge. Like superstar, porn star – huge.

Every man I’m with after Mr. Big Dick is going to have a hard time measuring up. Literally. But right now, that’s the least of my concern. All I want is him naked and inside me. Screw breakfast.

I give his cock a gentle squeeze and lick my lips as his pupils darken.

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” he asks, the predatory look on his face intensifying along with the ache in my belly.

A wicked smile pulls at my lips while I massage his cock through the thin material. “Perhaps.”

“No one teases me, Mia. Good thing I feel uncharacteristically generous with you.”

There’s a warning in his tone, but I don’t care. I don’t give a shit that my entire apartment can fit into his bathroom, or that the dress and shoes he bought for me cost more than the rest of my wardrobe combined. I don’t give a shit that he’s one of the most powerful men in North America because, right now, I can feel how much he wants me.

And all I want is him.

My gaze trails down his perfectly chiseled chest, stopping at the bulge in his underwear. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

His hand presses against mine, increasing the pressure on his cock. “That’s not what I meant – and you know it.”

We stare at each other as I firmly work my fingers up and down his shaft, driving us both mad.

“More.”

It’s a command that I’m happy to obey. My fingers slide from his cock to the band of his underwear, pushing it down his hips.

“That’s a good girl,” he rasps. “More.”

I drop to my knees because there’s nothing I wantmorethan to fulfill his request.

“Mmmm, that’s right,” he moans as I run my tongue along his shaft. His phone rings and I look up, my tongue swirling around the pink head. “Don’t stop,” he commands and I don’t.

Slowly, I slide the tip of his cock in and out of my mouth as the phone rings again.

“Shit,” he mutters, picking up the device with one hand while his other hand fists into my hair, encouraging me to continue. Encouraging me to take him deeper into my mouth.

I lick and suck while listening to him stoically deliver curt answers, determined to make this the most memorable call he’s ever had.

“I thought the audit was just a formality.” He frowns as I slide his cock to the back of my throat, while need burns in his eyes. All the practice I got from Senator Wentworth’s penchant for getting head in his office is finally paying off for me.

His breathing gets heavier, filling me with satisfaction and desire. I’ve never wanted to please a man as much as I want to please Dean. Whatever we have going on could end in a heartbeat, and I want to make sure that I leave an impression.

That I leave my mark on him.

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