Page 58 of About Last Knight

I look at him in question. “Do you have a bathing suit here?”

He gives me the same devilish look. “No bathing suits will be needed for what I have in mind.”

I shake my head. “Declan, there’s security and…”

He clamps his hand over my mouth. “Shhh. We’re going.”

He deepens his voice. “Don’t defy me twice in one night.” He runs his hand up my inner thigh between my legs and applies light pressure to my core. “You don’t like what happens when you defy me.”

And just like that, I’m a panting puppy who will follow him anywhere he wants to go.

He grabs my hand, and we head back into the elevator up to the roof.

When it reaches the top floor, we step out. I’ve never been up here at night. You can see the whole city. It’s actually beautiful. I can’t believe I’ve never seen the nighttime view before.

It’s fairly dark up on the roof. There’s only one light illuminating the pool area. Even the water is dark.

He leaves me and walks to the opposite side of the pool, pulling a chair up to the edge and sitting in it. He spreads his big legs wide and rubs his thighs, looking me up and down with lust in his eyes. “Give me a show. Take your clothes off for me. Slowly.”

I give him a pleading look, but he just nods in demand. I sigh, but eventually move my hands down my legs and remove my high-heeled shoes, tossing them to the side. I unzip my dress and let it slip down my body and pool at my feet before bending and then throwing it to a nearby chair. I’m standing there in a lace bra and panties, feeling entirely exposed.

The heated look he’s giving me right now is enough to make my entire body flush. He licks his lips. “Everything. Take everything off.”

A shiver now runs through my body at his command and his demanding tone. My nipples are hard, and I’m breathing heavily. He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

I stare at him, his overt masculinity practically oozing out of him. “What about you? I want you naked too.”

“Do as you’re told and you’ll be rewarded.”

My heart rate picks up and a throb is forming between my legs, but I do as I’m told and remove my bra and panties, throwing them on top of my dress.

I’m fifty-two, standing outside on the roof of a building, completely naked, completely at his mercy. Who am I right now?

He rubs his cock through his pants, clearly adjusting it to make room for its ever-increasing size. “Sit on the side of the pool with your feet in the water.” I walk over and sit down as he instructed.

“Now spread your legs wide. I want to see everything.” Again, I do as I’m told. I lean back on my hands, on full display for him.

He unzips his pants and pulls his big cock out. He starts to stroke it. I can see his breathing has picked up. I wish he was touching me right now.

“Tell me, are you wet?”

You bet I am. I nod in confirmation.

“Touch yourself. Show me. Show me how wet you are.” Why is this so hot?

I run my fingers through my folds and hold them up, the evidence of my arousal more than clear for him to see.

He licks his lips again. “Taste it. Tell me what it tastes like.”

Without breaking eye contact, I slowly lick my fingers. I hear him moan. “It tastes like come. Mine and yours. It tastes like sex. Wet, dirty, restaurant bathroom sex”

He shakes his head. “You know what you taste like to me?”

“What?”

“Like mine. Your arousal is mine. Your come is mine. It all belongs to me. You belong to me.” I’ll never understand it, but the way he talks to me ignites my body in way I’ve never before experienced.

I whisper, “Declan. Come over here. I need you to touch me.”

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