“You are right.” He growled out each word and then wrapped an arm around my body. “I’m so dangerous. You really should leave.”
I nodded but stayed where I was. He was touching me, and I didn’t want it to end. “I really should.”
“No one is stopping you.” His mouth was so close to mine, so close. No one was stopping me, but I didn’t turn, I didn’t leave his embrace. I stood there, just looking up at him. He knew exactly what effect he was having on me, and he loved every single second of it.
“I-” Whatever protest I was going to make died away when his mouth came down onto mine. His hungry lips were pressing against mine, forcing them open so that he could explore me with his tongue. I was caught up in his kiss, not protesting, not pressing against him.
Finally, he pulled back.
“Leave. If you didn’t feel a single thing with that kiss, leave now. I won’t fault you, I won’t blame you. Or stay. I want you to.” Greyson said as he looked me over, smiling.
I was shaking, my legs barely able to hold me up off the ground.
“I want to.” Did that even come out of my mouth? I blinked and looked at him.
His grin was wolfish.
Greyson
All I needed was that kiss. That one kiss and she came crumbling down just like I knew she would. I was going to take her. Here. On the f*ck
ing poker table. Not the damn bed. Maybe, just maybe, that would be dirty enough that I could get her out of my mind.
None of them stayed in there after I f*ck
ed them. Occupying my thoughts, making me forget about everything else. I almost lost a lot of money tonight because of her damn smile, those deep, intense eyes. I wanted to f*ck
her right where I’d envisioned all night. On that soft green felt.
“Greyson-” she murmured, but I shushed her. I didn’t want her to come out of the fog of the kiss. I didn’t want her to become rational and look at me with those eyes of hers and tell me no. I’d respect it if she did. I’d never push. But it was the last f*ck
ing thing I wanted.
“Take off your clothes for me, Jo. Slowly.” My cock twitched, and I fought back a growl. I wanted to tear her clothing off right now and just bury myself into her. But that wouldn’t be enough. I’d be hungry wanting more of her, and she wouldn’t get any pleasure in that. Instant gratification but no fun in the end.
She backed away from me and kicked off her heels, her barefooted height barely coming up to my shoulders. Then she slowly pulled off her dress. I’d instructed her to wear nothing else, but she had on a cute little red thong and a sheer bra. I grinned.
She didn’t seem like she took orders too well.
“What did I tell you to wear?” I asked as I reached for her and threaded my thumb along her the edge of her bra.
“Just the dress,” she answered, a hint of mischievousness in her own eyes. Then shock. She was a swirl of complication.
“Did you listen?” I asked.
“I never do,” she grinned, her eyes heavily lidded. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.
No, I had to go nice and slow if I was going to satisfy this craving. I pulled her into me and kissed her again, this time slowly. I held back at every push I got from my instincts. She smelled perfect. Soft and sweet with just a hint of floral and it was driving me crazy.
Each little gasp left her wanting more as I kissed lower, dipping down her chin to her neck. That soft, delicate, sweet flesh so tempting as I kissed it and licked it. I could feel myself raging against the fabric of my boxer-briefs, and the zipper of my suit pants. f*ck
.
She was driving me crazy. I groaned into her collarbone as I slipped my hands into her bra and unhooked it, pulling it off. Her breasts tumbled out, and I cupped them both, running my thumbs over her hard nipples.
Jo cried out, just a small gasp, but it was enough to let me know just how much I was affecting her.
“You like this, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Good.” I trailed lower to her panties, brushing against the fabric as I found her wet center. Those panties were completely soaked through.
“How long have you been wet?” I asked.
“Almost the entire time.”
“So you had to stand there, uncomfortable, in wet panties all night?” I asked as I slid them to the side. She shivered as I ran my fingers up and down her slit. After a moment I said, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she hissed as I slipped a finger into her. She was so tight I could feel her constrict around me. f*ck
.
“I’m going to take you right here, Joanna. I am going to finger f*ck
you until you cum. Then I am going to f*ck
you so hard you beg for more. Do you understand?” I asked. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and then she nodded. “Good girl.”