Page 89 of Forever in the Country

“Jesus!” I squeak as I tap my phone and lower the volume as Sorren watches me with amusement.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, his gaze scorching as it trails down my body.

“How long how have you been staring at my ass?”

“Not nearly long enough.” I love his open perusal and the fact that he doesn’t hide how much he wants me.

“I have to do another tray and then I can box them up. Cheyenne is coming to pick them up in the morning.”

“Better hurry up then,” he says, his voice low and full of promise.

“Did you have a good day?” I ask as I move the tray and put an extra sway in my hips as I return to the chocolate.

“Not as good as it is right now.” Glancing over my shoulder, I see Sorren’s gaze unapologetically locked on my ass.

When he finally meets my gaze, he winks and I have to brace my hand on the corner of the counter because—wow.

Blushing furiously, I turn my attention back to the task at hand because I need these strawberries done—like yesterday.

“Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls comes on, and I squeeze my thighs together. Sorren chuckles but there’s nothing funny about the way my panties are soaked. This playlist usually pumps me up so I can get through the monotony of a large order that’s just pure repetition, but right now all I can think about is being naked.

With Sorren.

Placing the last strawberry on the tray, I double check the numbers to ensure the order is filled with a couple extra for each box. With the tray in the rack, I’m about to fit the box together when Sorren rumbles, “One more,” from behind me.

“What?”

“Strawberry.” His eyes track to the chocolate and then back to me. “One more.”

Blowing out a slow breath, I turn toward the stove with a strawberry in hand. Stirring the chocolate with my right hand, I dip the bright red fruit and swirl it around.

Sorren’s chest presses against my back, his arm reaching over me to turn the stove off before his left hand wraps around my wrist. His movements are slow as he guides the strawberry to his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine.

My mouth falls open on a pant as his lips wrap around the fruit, his other hand moving from my hip to right under my breast. My heart pounds in my chest as he chews and swallows—his gaze molten.

Sorren’s hand stays firmly around my wrist, the other moving to wrap around the column of my neck. His fingertip pushes my chin up, and before I can blink, his lips crash against mine.

The kiss is sweet and decadent and absolutely filthy as his tongue sweeps every corner of my mouth. My nails dig into his forearm as I moan and push back against him.

The hard length of his erection grinds against my ass and I want it—need it.

“I want to lay you out naked on that table,” he rasps against my ear, “and lick chocolate from your body until you’rebeggingme to come.”

Sorren tightens his grip on my throat and I gasp.

“Too much?”

“No.”

I relish in his intensity—in his power—his control. He’s lethal, and literally placing my life in his hands is the ultimate high. I trust him implicitly, and I’m delirious with anticipation.

“You want that, don’t you?” He rocks against me again—his dick impossibly harder than the moment before.

“Yes,” I whimper. I feel open and exposed like this even though he’s barely touched me.

“You want me inside this pretty pussy?” I whimper and dig my nails harder into his forearm. It could never be like this with anyone else—I’d never allow someone else to control my body like this, to worship every inch of me until I was boneless and sated.

“Please.”

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