Page 43 of Enticing the Fixer

It's probably too much to ask for anyway. My life is a mess. The board of directors wants me gone. I’m not living up to my dad’s legacy. I’m thirty-five years old. And…. Oh, fuck it. I yank my shirt over my head and rock into his erection. If nothing else, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

He uses his thumb to remove the silk fabric covering my breast. “Beautiful.”

The cool air of the apartment causes my nipple to pebble. Or maybe it’s the look of devotion on his face. He leans forward and clasps his lips over the tip, sucking and rolling his tongue over the tight nipple.

God, yes. Now this, I can do. I arch toward him he works at the fastening of my jeans. The stark light in the ceiling surrounds us in a fluorescent glow. There are no windows in the living room as part of the apartment is the interior of the building. The loud zip of my jeans being unfastened makes goosebumps scatter on my arms. I’ve never been a highly sexual person, but Leo is turning me into one.

“You’re so sweet.”

I grab his shoulders to give him the access we both need to remove my jeans. Moments later, I’m on his lap in my bra and panties while he’s still in his jeans and shirt. “I think you’re overdressed.”

“This is about you.”

“Seriously.” I shake my head. “Who says that?”

He laughs and runs his fingers over the wet crotch of my panties. “A guy making himself indispensable in your life so he can get all the sex he could ever need.”

“Ah….” I smile. “Now, that makes sense.” As he works over my sex, I spread my thighs wider and tip my pelvis toward him. “That feels so good.”

“Does it?” His lips cover my nipple again as he works the fabric deeper into my pussy.

“Yes, but you’re killing me,” I whimper as the depth he can achieve through my panties is not enough.

He pops his lip off my breast. “That’s too bad. But my goal is to make you a begging, pleading mess.” He slides his fingers to my clit and pinches the tight nub.

“Oh, God,” I moan and rotate my hips in a circle.

“That’s not enough,” he growls. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your fingers deep inside of me. Please, finger fuck me. I….” His fingers brush the fabric aside, and lust makes his eyes glow.

I inhale as he shoves two fingers inside of me to his palm. “Is that better, Baby?”

“Yes.” But I need more. I slam my mouth against his and fuck his mouth with my tongue in time with the movement of his fingers.

He drives me higher and higher as the walls of my sex clench and flex over his digits. The man is magic. And there’s no way I want to know how he perfected his skills. We both have pasts, and they need to stay there. This is today. He pulls back, withdrawing his fingers from my sex.

“Damn it. I was so close.”

One corner of his mouth rises. “Too bad.” He tosses me off his lap, throws me onto my back, and spreads my legs. “I want to taste this sweet pussy.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Go for it.”

He rips the crotch of my panties out of the way, spreads my lips with one hand, and feasts. My eyes roll back into my head as my fingers curl into fists. Perfect. He works his tongue in and out of my hole, swiping and lunging until I can’t think. I’ve melted into a puddle on the leather sofa.

I draw in a breath, taking his cologne into my lungs.

“Do you like this, Baby?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” I wiggle my ass on the cushion.

He raises his head and stares into my eyes. “How bad do you not want me to stop?”

“Please….” My skin burns with the need to orgasm. My pussy convulses. Yet, he waits. Damn him. He’s too fucking good at this. “Please….” Tears sting the corners of my eyes. “Don’t make me come on my own. I need you. I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He plunges two fingers to the hilt and rubs his thumb in a circle over my clit. “Like this, Sugar?” His eyes never leave mine.

“Oh, God, yes.” The walls of my sex clamp down as his nostrils flare. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty sure I’ll wake up and realize this is a dream.