Page 685 of Hell Hath No Fury
Ember bit her lip for a second, her eyes on his erection. “Are you always this bossy?”
“Just with you. You make me very, very impatient. And frustrated,” he growled.
Chuckling, Ember sat on the edge of the desk and spread her thighs.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven, haven’t I?” He fell to his knees before her, skimming his hands up her legs to push her open to his gaze.
“I think maybe I hav—ah!” Ember cried out as he licked into her hot depths.
Foster held back his grin of satisfaction and buried his head between her pearly gates.
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Ember
All rational thought left me the moment I saw Foster standing in my store with a look in his eyes I knew too well. He was here for one thing and one thing only.
And considering I wanted what he wanted just as badly, I’d lost my ever-loving mind.
Right then, I couldn’t care.
My head fell back on a groan as he licked at me, his tongue flicking and tormenting my clit. “Foster, please.”
I could feel it building already, the muscles in my thighs trembling and tightening.
And then two fingers pushed inside me.
Foster sucked and licked as his fingers played their part. My hips undulated off the desk, my fingers tightened in his hair, my senses on overload. Every time I felt the rasp of his unshaven cheeks against my sensitive skin, the tension inside me tightened further.
He sucked hard on my clit, and I exploded, my cries of pleasure so loud, I’d worry later if people in the spa might have heard.
Foster stood, wrapped my legs around his hips, and shoved his hands in my hair to hold me to him for his devastating kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I moaned into his mouth.
Foster broke the kiss, his hot lips trailing down my neck, the bristle of his stubble scratching my skin. I arched my back, anticipating what he wanted, and thrust my breasts up for his exploration.
Quickly, the gloriously languid aftermath of my climax was fanned into a flame again. He cupped and stroked and kissed my breasts, learning every inch of them. And then he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and tugged, sucked, and licked it until it was so swollen, it became overly sensitive. I hissed, and understanding why, Foster moved on to my other nipple until my legs were climbing his hips, and I was writhing against his erection, desperate for him to take me.
“Come inside me, Foster.”
He kissed me, one hand under my ass urging me up against his erection as he rubbed its hard heat between my legs, teasing me beyond bearing.
“Foster!” I broke the kiss, glaring into his dark, lust-filled eyes. “Now.”
“You’re on the pill, right?”
The question was almost pleading.
I nodded and looked down, fire in my belly at the sight of him, ready for me.
I licked my lips as my gaze traveled up his perfectly honed, muscular body. I’d never been with a man as beautiful as him before. Physical perfection was never enough to attract me. I always had to be attracted to some inner beauty.
And that was the truth.
Foster wasn’t just beautiful to me because he was a handsome twenty-five-year-old.
He was beautiful to me because he was a wonderful father who was trying to do the best by his daughter, and when he wasn’t being a thoughtless moron, there was a gentle kindness in him.
Fuck, I should stop this.
