Page 49 of Hot-Blooded Killer

“God, yes,” I agree.

With a single boost, he stands us up from against the door and begins walking me back to the bedroom. I dip my head to capture his mouth with mine and whisper against his lips, “The bedroom’s too far away,” before pressing against him, allowing the liquid heat of his mouth to melt me.

Lorenzo stops at his desk, moving around it to set me down. He pulls away from our deepening kiss long enough to say, “Here?”

“Please,” I whisper.

He lifts me up long enough to slide the pants down, capturing my panties as he goes. The wood of the desk is cold against my ass, but I lose all sense of that as Lorenzo hooks his executive-style desk chair with his ankle and pulls it up behind him.

He sits down in front of me, his hands pressing my inner thighs farther and farther apart as he slides his shoulders under my legs and pulls me toward him, his hands hot on my hips.

I whimper as I think of how amazing his tongue felt on me in the country-club bathroom.

This time, though, I want to watch him bring me to ecstasy.

I lean back on my elbows and stare at him over the swell of my breasts as he dips his dark head downward. I force myself to remain absolutely still, despite how much I want to rise up to meet his mouth.

Instead, I wait, listening to the sound of our harsh breathing and my racing pulse.

He inches closer and closer until I can feel the heat of his breath blowing against my clit.

Then, so softly I would barely feel it if he were touching any other part of my body, he flicks his tongue against me.

I moan and let my head fall back, my hair streaming down toward the desk. “Please,” I whisper again.

“Please what?” I can hear the teasing in the deep throatiness of his voice.

When I don’t respond, he repeats, “Please what?”

“Please touch me.” The words are barely spoken aloud, but he responds instantly, moving down even further so that his lips brush against me every time he speaks. “You mean like this?”

I shudder at the sensation, and he runs his thumbs along the creases where my thighs meet my hips, down into the insides of my upper thighs, using the motion to push me open even wider.

“More,” I say, tilting my pelvis up enough to hold my clit against his lips, and the touch of his widening smile sends sparks spiraling through me.

“You mean like this?” With that, he buries his face between my legs, running his tongue in circles around my clit, stopping only long enough to pull it into his mouth and suck, playing with my clit, sending aching need flowing into my core, building higher and higher.

As I tremble in reaction, my elbows give out, and I drop backward until I’m lying flat across the desk, my knees bent and my feet resting on his back. I grasp the edge of the desk, using it to pull myself even closer to him as he slides one hand under my ass to hold me against his mouth.

He slips his tongue back and forth, faster and faster, using his other hand to slide first one finger inside me, and then another, matching the tempo of his tongue so perfectly that I can hardly tell which is sending more heated, throbbing, whirlwind sensations through me.

I buck and moan, a hot glow beginning somewhere near my deep center, a golden ember burning with need. It curls around the sparks he’s sending through me and circles lower and lower, building on itself as it moves through me—until it meets the point where the sensations from Lorenzo’s tongue and his hands ignite a fire.

The flame expands, the fire whirls, until they’re indistinguishable, the part of me that responds to him physically and the part that responds emotionally.

All I know was that they’re building high and higher until I shatter in his arms, curling my fingers into his hair and grasping his head in my hands as I scream his name aloud

When the firestorm recedes a little, I collapse against the desk, breathless and shaking.

“Wow,” I manage to say.

Lorenzo stands up and pushes the chair away again. I sit up and twine my arms around his neck, kissing him and tasting myself on his lips.

“Your turn,” I whisper.

“I have a better idea,” he says, picking me up and setting me on my feet, sliding me down him so I can feel the hard length of him rubbing against me.

“Oh, God, yes,” I say as he turns me around to face the desk, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me up tight against him long enough to feel, through his pants, his cock nestled against my ass.

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