Page 91 of Reputation (Tempt)

He pushed his boxer briefs over his hips, his cock springing toward his stomach. My mouth went dry at the sight, and I was so focused on him—the beauty of his chest, the deep V that led to his cock, which stood proud and at attention.

“If you keep looking at me that way, this is going to be over before it even gets started.”

I laughed, but his expression was downright serious. “Clothes. Off,” he ordered, and I was more than happy to comply.

I stripped off my shirt then my underwear. Nate’s eyes tracked all that bare skin, searing me with the heat in his gaze, sheer want nearly overpowering me. I slid my hand down my stomach as if to touch myself, but Nate shook his head.

“Don’t you dare touch that greedy little clit.” He kneeled between my legs. “Your orgasms aremine.”

It was almost as if he was taunting me to do just that. To defy him.

I squirmed beneath his attention, impatient for his touch. But then he placed his hands on my thighs and gently pried them apart like it was his goddamn right. And I forgot about anything else but letting him devour me. Own me.

And did he ever. The man was possessed. Licking and sucking and teasing me… Oh, how he teased me, holding my orgasm just out of reach. Not just once. Again and again, he brought me to the edge, my body aching for release until I was writhing on the sheets close to begging him to let me come. And Ineverbegged.

“Something wrong, Em?” he taunted. The bastard damn well knew what was wrong.

I narrowed my eyes at him, sweat dotting my forehead. “I swear to god, Nate. If you don’t let me come?—”

The corner of his mouth tilted upward, his lips slick with my desire. “Beg.”

“Nate,” I gritted out, so keyed up I wanted to explode. I was close…soclose. It was almost painful.

“Yes?” His tone was sweet, but his smile was downright wicked.

I huffed, fighting the urge to capitulate when all I could think about was coming. But I knew he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I did as he asked. I took a few deep breaths. Smiled. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He resumed circling my clit with his finger, the pleasure building despite his lazy strokes.

Oh, I was going to make him pay for this.

“Please, Nate,” I moaned. Obscenely. Loudly. Clearly overacting. “Pleaselet me come on your cock.” But by the time the words came from my mouth, I meant them. I wanted that.

He let out a garbled sound. I smirked, pleased to have thrown him off his game, at least momentarily. “Since you asked nicely,” he said, stroking himself.Holy shit,that was hot. “I’ll let you come on my tongue.Andon my cock.”

“You’re so magnanimous,” I said, unable to hide my sass.

He cupped the back of my neck, his touch possessive as he claimed my mouth. I could taste my desire on his tongue. “Shut up, Em, and sit on my face.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. He lay on the bed, and I straddled his head, my pleasure rising quickly from the change in position and the fact that I was confident he wasn’t going to withhold my pleasure again. If he did, Iwouldtake matters into my own hands this time, regardless of his earlier edict.

He grasped my hips, pulling me down to his mouth. Lavishing me with attention. I glanced down to see him looking up at me, watching me. And he kept one hand on my hip while reaching up with the other to tweak my nipples.

“Yes.” The pleasure built, like a runner careening toward the finish line. “Yes.” I leaned back, resting my hands on his thighs as I reached the pinnacle.

My orgasm would not,couldnot, wait any longer. My body had been primed over and over again by this man, and I was more than ready to come. Nate kept flicking that spot, and I was met with a rush of satisfaction, my toes curling as my orgasm blazed through me.

It was all-encompassing. Overpowering. Destructive. Like a wildfire that tore through anything in its path.

I flopped on the bed beside Nate, unable to move or even think. He’d owned my body. And I was fully prepared to beg again if it would lead to another orgasm of that magnitude.

I mean…damn.

Nate chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he grabbed a condom from the intimacy kit in the nightstand. I was on birth control, but I was grateful he’d taken the lead without being asked. He rolled it on, and I was transfixed by the sight. He was… Fuck, he was sexy.

He crawled up my body, grabbing my wrists and forcing them above my head. Why was that so hot?

He traced the line of my jaw. “You’re stunning.”

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