Page 10 of Tempt
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “I didn’t even have to ask.”
“You should never have to ask.” I barely took my mouth off her to get the words out.
“That feels so good. Oh, my God. This is—how do you know exactly—fuck, I’m so—”
Her words trailed off, becoming moans as I stroked her clit with long, slow swirls and sucked it into my mouth. I eased a finger inside her, groaning as I imagined sliding my cock deep into the slippery, swollen warmth of her pussy. I added a second finger, gratified when her moans turned into escalating cries of desperate need.
“Yes! Don’t stop! I’m so close, please, please, please...”
Her begging made me wonder for a second if she’d been with an asshole who not only had to be asked to make her come this way but had stopped before it happened. What the actual fuck was wrong with young guys? It made me even more determined to take her all the way there.
Mere seconds went by before she was coming in quick, fluttering pulses against my tongue, her core muscles contracting around my fingers, her leg tightening against my back, pulling me closer. Greedy for as much as I could get, I continued to devour her until her body relaxed and her cries quieted into breathless pants.
“I want you,” she whispered, “now. Please.”
“I like hearing you say that word—please.” I dragged the black lace thong down her legs and tossed it aside. “It makes you sound like such a good girl. It’s almost enough to make me forget what a bad girl you are.”
“You think I’m a bad girl?” She sounded sort of impressed with herself.
“Yes.” I removed her shoes and stood up, ditching the rest of my clothes. “Walking into the bar tonight looking like that. Putting your eyes on me. Coming up to my hotel room. Letting me taste you. Making my cock so hard it hurts.” I wrapped my hand around my dick and gave it several long, slow pulls. “Do you think that was nice?”
Millie’s eyes were wide as she watched me. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She was still ungodly beautiful—like a fallen angel. “No.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
She appeared to think about the question somewhat seriously. And it’s not easy for people to surprise me, but what she said made my jaw drop.
“Spank me.”
CHAPTER3
MILLIE
Honestly, I have no idea what made me say it.
“Huh?” Zach’s hand paused on his dick, which did resemble (as suspected) a thick, hard magic wand. I bet it even vibrated.
“You should spank me,” I said, testing out the role. “For being such a bad girl.”
“Do you enjoy being spanked?” His tone said he was intrigued.
“I don’t know.” I’d never been spanked before. I’d read about it in books, but my puppy-dog exes were not the dominant alpha males who starred in my erotic novels.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“Yes, what?” His voice held a warning tone.
“Yes, please.”
He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you.” He grabbed the bunched-up material at my hips and dragged the dress over my head. Underneath, I’d worn a black lace bustier that showed off my hourglass figure.
Zach’s eyes popped. “Jesus Christ. Your body should be illegal.”
He buried his face in my cleavage, his mouth warm and wet on the spill of my breasts above the lingerie, his beard scratching at my skin. I wove my fingers into his hair, loving the threads of silver among the dark. His capable hands moved from my hips to my ass, filling his palms with my flesh, squeezing hard.
All I could think of was how powerful and masculine he was. I’d never been with anyone whose hands felt so strong, whose voice was so deep, whose body was so muscular and mature. He might have been forty-seven, but he was built like an active-duty Marine. The tattoos. The chest hair. The ripped abdomen and bulging biceps. No wonder he was a bodyguard—every inch of him exuded strength and force and skill. Even histongue. My God, I’d never had an orgasm so fast, not without battery-powered assistance or giving tons of instructions. Not that I minded telling a guy what I liked, but sometimes it felt like I should have provided a map and step-by-step directions to the destination. Maybe a Maglite and a compass. But Zach? Not only did he know the terrain, but he obviously had an internal navigation system.
