Page 48 of DeLucas After Dark

My eyes slowly roam over her body before coming back up again and stopping at the space between her thighs. “He’s a kitty licker.”

“Mmm, I think I like that better than Nick, Mr. Kitty Licker.”

“Was that a purr that I just heard?”

She smiles and glances shyly away. I stand and kneel before her, grabbing her hand. Meeting her gaze, I slowly trail my tongue over her palm and watch in anticipation as she squeezes her legs closed.

“I can smell your desire. I’ll bet you taste like freshly poured honey with a hint of almond liqueur.”

“Oh, wow. So distinct.”

Leaning in, I whisper a challenge, “Prove me wrong.”

“What makes you think that I’d be interested?”

“The simple fact that you were bold enough to approach me. I like that. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to let a man know. I’m not into games, Amorina.”

“Is that the name you’re giving me, Nick?”

“It’s the name that I’m giving her,” I nod my head at her lap. “She’s the one I’m negotiating with.”

“And what does it mean?”

“Little love.”

She leans into me and whispers, “I promise, there’s nothing little about her.”

I wink and say, “Show me.”

She tilts her head sideways and asks, “Is this what you do? Seduce women who are new to the club?”

My hand squeezes her thigh, and I reply, “I’m not seducing. You’re doing that all by yourself. Seducing your way into my bed.”

Laughing, she says, “I have no plans on leaving this club with you tonight and going back to your home.”

“For what I have planned, we don’t have to go to my home, but I promise that when it’s all done, you won’t want to return to yours.”

“What makes you think that I don’t have a man worth returning home to?”

“If he were worth it, you’d have never left. If you were my woman, you’d never want to leave home.”

“You sound confident in that.”

“Let me show you.”

She parts her legs slightly and says, “Just one night. I’d like to know what it feels like to be fucked by a stranger. To owe no explanations.”

“Is that an invitation?”

She grabs my hand and pulls it between her legs, pressing it against her hot, wet mound. Her thong is soaked, and I smell her heat as she spreads her legs a little more.

“Three orgasms within an hour.”

“With that smart-ass mouth, I’m not sure I’ll let you cum.”

She looks intrigued, and I lift her legs and perch each over an arm of the chair.

“Here?”

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