Page 17 of The Wrong Proposal

Forget the other leg,I want to beg.

He lifts his face and smirks. Oh yes, I’m putty in his hands. I could just flick my heels into the corner of the room. On the other hand, it’s been too long since a man adored my body like this, and it might be the last time for many months. When his lips reach my inner thigh, I place a hand gently on the back of his head.

He stops kissing and lifts his gaze. “Do I need to tie up your fucking hands, Penny?” he growls. He takes my wrists and places them beside my head. “Relax. I’ve got this.”

“I can’t relax,” I snap. “I want you inside me.Now.”

He hovers, kissing my neck. His nose nudges my ear. “There is only room for one CEO in this bed, and I’m it. Trust in allowing me to pleasure you.”

“I do trust you,” I say, all breathy. “But in my last relationship, the sex would be over by now, and I’d be going to sleep,” I blurt out.

“What?” Franklin’s expression is set as he considers my words. Disapproval gleams in his eyes.

I wince. “Yeah, sex was quick, and let’s say I never finished first. But my vibrator is a godsend.”

“That’s the last time I ever want to hear you talk about your ex since he’s not worth thinking about. And after this weekend, you’ll want to throw your vibrator in the trash.”

I giggle. “Then get to it.” I open my legs for him.

“Stop rushing me.” He pulls me up by my hand. Kissing my shoulder, he slides one strap of my dress down, then the other. The zipper sounds, and I wiggle my ass as he slides the fitted material over my hips, along with my thong and throws both aside. My bra is unclipped and joins my dress on the floor. He holds my hand and leans back as if to peruse my body. His eyes trail over every inch of me, and heat prickles my skin in a wake from his gaze.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Penny.”

I allow myself to take in his hard, angular physique—his broad shoulders, masculine square chest, rock-hard arms, and taut waist, and then my eyes lower to his hard cock.

“How long can you hold a squat?”

I have no idea what he’s thinking, but after a few drinks, I can exaggerate the truth. I love the gym, albeit I haven’t been for a few months since work became busy, but I maintain decent leg strength, thanks to throwing myself into hardcore workouts after Bernard dumped me.

“An easy five minutes. Maybe more.”

“Perfect.”

I’m getting more praise tonight than I did in school.

He rolls onto his back. “Stand over me.”

I stand, peer down at him, and it feels like a shift in the power. He is giving me a minute. With an overbearing need, I drop onto my knees and kiss him. For a few moments, his mouth on mine is all I’m aware of until he breaks the kiss. “Lift, Penny.” I stand as he wants. Sliding down the bed, he stares directly into my sex.

“Straddle my face.”

I do as I’m told.

“Slowly lower yourself on me.”

“Onto your face?”

“Yes, Penny. I want you on my face so I can eat you.”

My insides flip, and my sex throbs hard.

I fall forward and start to giggle as I lower myself. I can’t help it. The wine is mixing with my overexcited hormones, and I’m higher on joy than if I’d smoked weed.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute.”

I silence him with my sex as I line up my clit with his lips. His hands cup my ass with a light smack.

A little squeal escapes my throat, only to be silenced when his tongue brings my dormant clit back to life. He alternates kisses and little sucks with that tongue sliding through my sex, sucking hard, kissing lightly. I’m panting, shaking, my knees weaken as my thighs go limp, and my arms tremble. “Oh God,” I cry out as I come for the first time.

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