Page 17 of His Perfect Gift

“What is it you want, Amber?”

“You. I want you. And you want me, too.” Her other hand was at my belt buckle.

“You’re asking for trouble.” My threat was meaningless. The voice of reason had fled the moment I led her away from the ballroom.

I heard the clank of my belt and my labored breathing. I also felt something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Anticipation.

The hiss of my zipper echoed between us.

She paused and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. I looked down at her delicate hand hovering over my briefs.

“Take it out.”

Dipping her hand in, she pulled me out and curled her fingers around the base. Christ, her touch felt like the sweetest sin. She stroked up and down, and I gritted my teeth. I had to get a hold of my bearings before I shot off in her hand.

“Does that feel good?”

“What the fuck do you think?” My words sounded harsh, but I was trying not to ejaculate prematurely. It also got under my skin the power this girl seemed to have over me.

“I think you like it.” Her lips curled up in satisfaction.

I stepped in, nudging her thighs apart. Covering her hand with mine, I smirked. “Is that what you think?” I pulled her hand away and yanked it above her head. I found her other hand and brought it above her head, too, drawing them together in the palm of my hand.

“That’s exactly what I think.”

I ran my free hand down the valley of her breasts, pushing her back until she was again lying on the table.

“You thought right. However, I’m the one who gets to call the shots tonight.” I gripped the base of my cock and stroked myself slowly.

She curled her legs around my hips and watched me. “You’re so hot.”

I smirked and leaned in, grazing her clit with the head of my cock. “You’re trouble.”

“And you’re in denial.”

My dick was having a meet and greet with her pussy, and she thought I was in denial?

Maybe I was. A better man would’ve walked away. A noble man wouldn’t have dragged her into a vacant conference room in the middle of a charity event. I may have tarnished my halo, but I wouldn’t fuck her.

I wouldn’t fuck her.

I wouldn’t.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Amber,” I warned as I rubbed my tip from her pink clit down to her wet folds.

“You’re not?” she mewled, moving against me.

Tonight. I won’t fuck you tonight.

Wait.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

It couldn’t go beyond this.

What the hell is wrong with me?

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