Page 9 of Silver Fox
Finally, she leaves the safety of the elevator, taking her first steps onto the marble floor. “Yes.”
“Yes,sir,” I say slowly, my breathing heavy and my cock leaking in my pants.
Skye lets out a little moan as I pull her against my body. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, that’s as sweet as sugar.
I can’t wait any longer. My mouth crashes into hers, taking hold of the current sparking between us. It’s hot and heavy and fucking magical. Her hands grapple around my broad shoulders, pulling at my salt-and-pepper hair in desperate grabs.
I’m no less eager, stealing the air from her lungs as she moans into my mouth. I lift her into my arms, spreading her thighs over my hips—
I freeze at the sound of her outraged squeal. “Put me down, put me down.”
“Jesus, did I hurt you?” My hands search for an injury, but she pushes them away.
Embarrassment floods her features. There’s a twitch at the corner of her lip—downwards, not up. “You shouldn’t pick me up. I’m a whale. You’ll snap your spine.
“Skye,” I begin, my frown growing. “How weak do you think I am?”
“What?”
“Who told you that, your scumbag ex?”
Skye can’t even look at me, focusing on the bouquet next to us. “My ex. My sister. My mom.” She chuffs out a laugh. “The world at large.”
Slowly, I move towards her, tilting her chin up to take her lips in a slow, comforting kiss. “Don’t ever talk about yourself like you’re not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Do you understand?”
Her eyes are wide again, her brows drawing together. “Yes.”
My head tilts to the side, waiting for the rest.
“Yes…sir.”
That’s what I was looking for. I bend again, lifting her into my arms. There’s panic in her eyes, as though she expects me to drop her, but she remains silent as I walk her through the living room. “You’re perfection,” I murmur, quietening that knot of worry in her brow. “And you’ll be treated like such.”
And then my past experiences with dates intrude on the evening, and I can’t let the issue go unanswered. “I have to ask. Do I need to wear a condom tonight?”
The understanding in her expression is so sincere I clutch her tighter. “I’m clean, sir. I’m on birth control too; I have a little implant in my arm if you wanna feel it. I’m not going to kick up a fuss if you want to wear a condom though. Areyouclean?”
“I’m clean,” I assure her. “And there’s no way in hell I’m wearing a condom if I don’t need to. I want to feel every inch of you, pretty girl.”
My bedroom is my favorite room in the house, and the automatic lighting flicks on immediately. There’s floor to ceiling windows on three sides, giving us an expansive view of the twinkling lights around us. For now, though, I lay Skye on the rich burgundy bedding, savoring the way her dark hair spills across the comforter.
“Your bedroom is stunning,” she whispers, glancing around at the backlit artwork at the head of the bed. It’s an intimate painting of a woman, her heavy breasts on show and her hand inching down towards her thighs.
“Mmm,” I agree. “It’s never looked so good.” I kneel at the side of the bed, the fabric of my suit pressed against the thick rug beneath me.
That gets her attention.
Skye brings herself up on her elbows, watching me as I bend her leg up. Her heels come to rest on my collarbone, but not before I see the red marker on the outsole.
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“Do these hurt your feet?” I ask quietly, carefully undoing the miniscule buckle at the ankle. Before she answers, I suck in a breath when I see the red outlines left by the shoes.
“A little,” she admits.
I bring the other one up and repeat my actions. My head is between her ankles, and in my peripheral vision I can see the dark red panties between her legs. My chest heaves with the effort to resist, and my cock is practically screaming at me.
