Page 47 of Seductive Scoundrel

But Mia is the kind of woman who would want to do it herself.

“The more I know you, the more I want you.” It’s a big admission for me, but it’s also shrouded in sex as per my MO. I can’t have her think that I’m going soft. There’s nothing delicate about what’s going to happen next.

“Does it usually work the other way around?” Mia asks.

“I don’t usually bother with the getting to know you part, but when I do, people have a way of disappointing me.”

“You have high expectations.”

She wants to ask why she’s different. The question hangs in the air, and the tension is palpable. But she doesn’t speak. And it’s a good thing because I can’t even explain it myself and I hate unknowns, especially when they fuck with my equilibrium.

“Come here.” My voice is a low rumble and she instantly obeys, somehow making the cramped movement of joining me look graceful. Our thighs are touching now, and the small amount of contact has my heart racing. I already miss the sight of her, but I’ll have an even better view soon.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her. “I know women get particular about their appearance before events, so you can pick the least obtrusive way for me to do it. But I’m doing it. You have 15 seconds to decide.”

I pick up the receiver and tell Robert to circle as many blocks as it takes until I say otherwise. Undoubtedly we’re close to The Plaza and undoubtedly he knows what I’m up to, but he remains stoic and professional when agreeing to my orders.

Mia looks a bit stunned when my eyes return to her, ruby red lips parted in what I hope is the same anticipation coursing through me.

“Well?” I ask.

She recovers and her voice is pure sex when she says, “Actually, I’ve decided that I’ll fuck you.”

This is new, but I have years of practice hiding my surprise in boardrooms around the world. “Oh?”

She sets both of our glasses down and climbs onto my lap, somehow looking both in control and uncertain, and it slays me. “Really.”

Her eyebrows rise in question, which shows she knows exactly who the real boss is, and realizes that I’m still fully capable of topping her from the bottom.

I nod my permission and don’t miss that her hands shake when she pulls the dress up over her hourglass waist and straddles me. I don’t wait for her to make the next move. My hands are on her, pushing the thin scrap of material at the apex of her thighs aside so my fingers can explore. Within seconds, her legs are trembling as I circle her clit with my thumb and tease her opening with two fingers. She’s so drenched that I could probably fit my whole hand.

“Feels like I’m not the only one who missed sex this week.”

“I missed sex,” she agrees. “And I also missedyou.”

I raise one hand to wrap gently around her throat so I can pull her face closer. “Stop saying shit like that to me.”

Her pupils have taken over her eyes, so clearly she likes being manhandled. My grip tightens ever so slightly. “Like what?” she breathes.

“Things that make me care about you too much.”

Before she can reply, I crush my mouth on hers right as I slide my fingers inside her tight, wet, and willing body with a groan. I glide my hand from her throat to the small of her back, pushing her so she falls slightly back.

“I want to watch you come.”

My fingers curl inside her and I keep circling her clit, feeling it pulse underneath my touch while she twitches and moans in my arms. Her head tilts back, but her eyes fall to mine right when her pussy starts to clench, her thighs shaking violently around me.

Before she can catch her breath, I’m sliding a condom down the length of my very hard cock and lifting her to the tip. “Ready?” I ask through clenched teeth.

There’s only one right answer.

Her response is to slide balls deep in one motion that has us both gasping. I agreed to let her fuck me, and watching her do it is a pleasure that I didn’t realize I needed in my life. Her body is a fantasy, and she moves with the easy confidence of a woman comfortable in her skin.

Mia wouldn’t ask to turn the lights off and I fucking love it. But there’s fragility, too, and that’s going to be what destroys me.

I could stay inside of her all night, but I’m expected to take the stage tonight and we’re already dangerously close to being late. My thumbs are on either side of her clit when I tilt my hips and fuck her from below, her glorious tits bouncing in my face. I want to rip the dress off for a better view, but I refrain – barely.

When my mouth finds her neck and leaves its mark, she comes with a scream, her pussy squeezing me like a fist. I wish there wasn’t a barrier between us when I spill inside her.

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