Sinful Longing

“Just be honest with me. That’s all we have, Elle,” he said, cupping her cheek, keeping her gaze on him. “That’s all I ask of you. I respect your boundaries and your wishes. All I want is your truth.”

She closed her eyes. Her face looked pained and she sighed, but when she opened her eyes, she nodded.

“So listen—no strings, no promises, nothing more. But if you cancel, don’t say something came up. Say I have to see my sister, or I’m too tired, or I need to work late, or I don’t want to see you again. Or I met a guy with a bigger cock, and—”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Just go ahead and strike that excuse. Because you know that will never happen.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Good. It’s my secret weapon.”

“You can use that weapon against me anytime.”

He gave a quick thrust up, showing he was always armed around her. “Another option would be: I’m going to surprise you at your office tomorrow with flowers and the blow job of a lifetime.”

A grin spread across her face. “Was it the blow job of a lifetime?” Her voice was so damn sweet as she asked.

“Fuck yeah. It was so good I might even add some new ink that says ‘I am a lucky son-of-a-bitch. I’ve had the best blow job ever.’” She cracked up, then her laughter was cut short when her phone buzzed.

“That’s probably my son texting me again.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. But apparently it’s impossible to find a decent history quiz app in the entire app store,” she said drily as she stretched back to her purse, grabbed her phone, and slid open a text. “Yup. That’s him. He claims he still can’t find one.”

“He really tells you that?”

She rolled her hazel eyes, and grasped his shirt, tugging for emphasis. “I made him a deal—if he studies history before school starts, I’ll let him try his new strategy for State of Decay. By the way, thank you for sharing that little tip with him. Very analytical,” she said, and he nodded a you’re welcome. “But he claims he can’t find a decent app at all. That a good history app doesn’t exist.”

The corner of his lips quirked up. This was too easy for him. This was a piece of cake. “I know a few. We were pitched on an e-learning company a few weeks ago. We didn’t invest because there’s no huge market upside, but I was pretty damn impressed with the ease of use, and the focus on actual facts rather than earning points in gameplay or something.”

Her eyes widened, and she gripped his shirt even harder. “Are you serious?”

“Totally serious. Let me go back through my notes and send it to you later.”

“You can send it to him directly, if you don’t mind. I’ll text you his number. But copy me, so I know he got it.”

He grinned. Progress. This was a big step forward. “Absolutely.”

She leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his nose. “Thank you,” she said softly. Then once more, in an even quieter voice, “You are my hero.”

That’s all I want to be.

But aloud he said, “I’m glad I can help you.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do for you? Help you find the next Snapchat to fund?” she asked, teasing.

“I’m always on the hunt for the next thing.”

“Or should I just get to work on topping the blow job of a lifetime?” She winked. “Now that you’ve set the bar so high for me.”

“Yes. That. Do that. And you set the bar yourself with this fantastic mouth,” he said, running his fingertip across her lips. “But you know what I also want?” He dipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her damp panties. Ah, nothing he loved more than the evidence of her desire.

She moved gently against his hand. “What do you want?”

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” he growled as he slid a finger inside her underwear, feeling her slick flesh.

She gasped. “Do it.”

He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to want it.”

“You think I don’t?” she asked, as she rocked into his fingers gliding across her.

“I want you to want it so much it drives you crazy.”

“I’m pretty much insane right now,” she said, her breath coming faster.

It was his cue to slow down. “I know. But I want you to come over tonight already hot and wet. I want you to spend the day thinking about me, and what I’m going to do to you, so when you show up you’ll be a live wire, and I can fucking devour all your sweetness.”

“Oh God,” she said, shuddering as she moved faster into his fingers.

He had to exercise phenomenal control. He could have her coming all over his hand in less than a minute, but that would ruin tonight.

He bent his head to her ear, and whispered, “I want to taste you coming. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to feel you beneath me as you writhe and moan and scream. And I want that in exactly nine hours. See you at seven.”

He smacked her rear, giving her a sharp crack to remember him by all day. He zipped himself up, kissed her good-bye, and showed her the door.

He wasn’t imagining it when she shook her ass at him in a sexy “see you later” as she walked away.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN