Page 16 of The Fake Wedding Date

I rarely allowed men to put their mouths on me. It required a level of trust and commitment that I rarely felt comfortable giving out, but I trusted Mark and was so far gone with need that saying no wasn’t even an option.

My back hit the cool metal door and I hissed out a breath at the shock, but he kissed me, pressing his scalding body to mine, and I forgot about the cold. Forgot about the slight bite of pain from my shoulder blades digging into the metal. Forgot about everything but the feeling of his mouth on mine and the heat of his chest against my full, aching breasts.

He broke the kiss, leaving a wet trail across my cheek as he kissed and licked his way to my ear.

“I am going to lick every inch of you,” he gritted out. He was panting almost as hard as I was, his words coming out strained.

Seeing how worked up he was only intensified the storm of lust swirling around my insides.

He nibbled on my earlobe, and I squirmed and mewled, my head spinning, my hands grasping for purchase on his back, afraid I’d fall over if he stepped away.

Taking my wrists in his hands, he pressed my palms to the door at my sides and started kissing down my neck, taking extra care to lick the pulse point under my ear.

“You’re going to stand here, hands on the door, and let me taste you,” he said against my ear. The hair behind my ear rustled, tickling me with each one of his growled words. I whole body shivered. “Don’t move your hands, or I won’t let you come.”

“Why?” I asked, breathing heavily. Desperate. His skin was slick with sweat and I wanted to touch all the planes of his body.

His teeth scraped against my collarbone. “For years, you have been tempting me to touch you with your tight skirts and high heels and that fucking raspy voice of yours that makes me think the dirtiest things and keeps me up at night.”

He licked over my breast and bit down on my nipple. I thrust my chest into his face, my hands moving to his hair without thought.

Immediately, his mouth left my skin, pulling back to look up at me. My palms flew back to the door.

“I want you to stand there while I tempt you to touch me and be denied. Just like I have been.”

My charming Mark was gone, and in his place was a Mark I was very excited to get to know.

I moaned my response, my fingers searching for something to grip onto, curling into the metal but finding nothing to grab onto, barely able to stand I was so turned on.

“But don’t worry, Boss,” he said, watching me writhe and claw, “this will be much more enjoyable for you than what you did to me.”

He smiled wickedly and started to work his mouth down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my belly button, and my hips thrust forward. He pushed me back, holding me steady as he ran his mouth along the top of my underwear, and I whimpered, hurting for his touch.

Mark was as gone as I was. His muscles were bunched with restraint. His face was strained as he reached down to adjust himself in his pants.

Seeing that drove me more wild. I felt like I couldn’t get enough air. I needed him to touch me. I was rolling my head against the door, aching for his touch and his mouth was so close it was driving me mad.

Releasing my hips, he lowered my panties to the floor, and standing and instructing me to step out. Without him touching me, my skin chilled, and it took every ounce of my control to keep my hands still as I waited for his next move. His next command. Begging him with my eyes and squirming uncontrollably.

Fuck that was hot. The anticipation. The gravel coating his tone.

He tapped his shoe to the inside of mine, and I spread my legs. As the cool air hit my swollen core, I could feel how wet I was. I started to close my legs, slightly self conscious, but the look of satisfaction and desire on Mark’s face as his greedy eyes took in my naked flesh had my clit pulsing and gave me the courage to keep my legs parted, wanting to keep that pleased look on his face.

He rubbed his hand across his mouth sharply. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I couldn’t even attempt to speak, his words stealing my breath.

He settled on the floor between my spread thighs, kissing one hip bone, then the other, looking up at me the whole time. Running his hands up my thighs, he threw one knee over his shoulder, spreading me wide for him.

Heat rushed to my face, but I couldn’t deny that it was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His stunning dark eyes taking me in. His handsome face strained with lust. His strong shoulders held tight. Seeing him like this, on his knees between my spread thighs, his head so close to my core, made me ache with need.

“Oh fuck. Please, Mark.”

His eyes flicked up to mine as he swiped a single finger between my pussy lips. I jerked in his hold.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he forced out, and swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

“Mark,” I choked out. “Please.”

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