Page 24 of Personal Research

He gripped the knob and shoved the door open, expecting to see some miscreant up to no good. Instead, the first thing he saw was the new navy carpet. His gaze traveled from the floor to the desk and lit upon the small tube of lipstick on the blotter. Light on, no Uncle Mike and lipstick on his desk? This couldn’t be good.

Enzo walked forward and picked up the tube, turning it over in his hand. Something about it didn’t seem right, especially when he flicked a button on the underside and the cylinder started to buzz.

He started to smile even before the leather chair behind the desk swiveled around to reveal Elena, her lips twitching and her eyes dancing. “So you found my toy.” She grabbed the purse in her lap and set it on the desk.

“I did.” He rolled his finger over the tip and drew in a breath at the pleasant tingle that traveled along his hand. How would it feel against her clit or between them as they fucked? “How did you get in here?” he asked, his voice already thick.

“Your uncle wanted me to lock up after the carpet guys left. The key is in my purse.” As a rasping noise reached his ears, he walked around the desk to see her bare toes digging into the rug. “I like it. It’s so soft.”

He could see her on her back on that rug, completely nude, her auburn hair fanning around her head, her breasts topped by her plump pink nipples.

Gorgeous. His.

And not just for the night, either.

His cock jutted against the stiff fabric of his khakis as he pushed up her skirt and found slick naked skin. He parted her folds, his fingers sliding over flesh already damp and swollen with arousal. “I’ve missed you.”

Her coy smile changed to something softer. More real. “I’ve missed you too,” she murmured, and he knew she understood they weren’t just talking about the few hours they’d been apart.

It had been days now since things had been normal between them. Even when he’d been inside her, he’d been able to feel the difference.

Here, now, their equilibrium had returned.

He trailed the buzzing vibrator up her inner thigh and studied her face. Her skin flushed, practically glowing with excitement. Her eyes smoked. And still she continued to smile, extinguishing every thought that had warned she would tell him she only wanted something temporary.

She wanted this—him—every bit as much as he wanted her.

Elena started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and slid the other around his neck to bring him down for a kiss. The vibrator skimmed her clit and she jolted, but she didn’t stop stroking her tongue against his. She also didn’t pause in opening his buttons, even when he nudged the vibrator against her dripping opening.

He drew his mouth away to whisper, “Like it?”

Rather than respond, she lifted her leg and threw it over the arm of the chair, exposing herself to him fully. He gripped her chin with his free hand and eased her lips apart again as he swirled the toy over her pussy, building the friction, increasing her wetness until it coated the vibrator. Her eyes glazed and her hips rose to meet his hand. She reached down and grasped his wrist in two fingers, holding him still so she could slowly gyrate against the vibe.

He stroked his engorged shaft, now painfully hard. Watching her desire grow always magnified his own. Once she warmed up, she abandoned herself so easily to pleasure that he found himself wanting to give her more and more.

“Oh God.” She came in his palm, her breath hot against his cheek.

“I guess that's a yes,” he murmured, his lips curving.

Long curls draped over slumberous light brown eyes as she relaxed into the buttery leather of the chair. “After that, I'd say we've moved right past dating territory to going steady.”

Though he knew her humor well enough to understand what she meant, the reference still caught him off-guard. Some might consider her comment the perfect segue, but he wouldn't go there yet. Not until he'd given her several strong reasons why this needed to be a beginning for them, not merely an interlude.

He knelt in front of her chair. “I've always liked having competition.”

“What?”

Enzo set aside the toy and pushed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed the distended bud slowly while he slid two fingers inside her. She was still quivering and so wet he knew it wouldn't take much to make her come again. But the minute he started to lower his head to taste her, she started to stiffen.

Like always.

“Why don't you like it when I use my mouth on you?” he asked softly, trailing kisses up her soft inner thigh. He could smell her arousal clearly and sampled what was left of her release with every brush of his mouth.

He wanted her pussy, but this time, he intended to wait until she begged.

“I do like it.”

“Eventually. But not at first.” His cock pushed against his zipper until he was certain each individual notch imprinted on his flesh.

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