Page 6 of Point Proven
“Handsome?” Kiss. “Breathtaking?” Kiss. “Beautiful?” Kiss. “An absolute menace who has become my undeniable downfall?” Kiss.
A soft groan left me as I angled my head back. “Mhm… You’re equally a curse and a blessing, baby.”
His huffed laugh caressed my skin, urging forward a slew of goosebumps. “I’m more than aware.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, the manila folders and papers scattered to the carpet. Prince followed, barking his happy ass away as he scurried to another part of the house. I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected chaos. It aided my haste to pull him closer.
He nipped at my ear, a low growl escaping him. “You’re making a mess, Oren Graves.”
At the use of his last name paired with mine, a shiver coursed through me. I was grateful for the blanket concealing whatelsehad responded to his statement as I pressed my lips to his jaw. Stubble greeted me, the rough texture spiking heat through my core as I played with the curled ends of his hair.
“It’s a good thing you enjoy cleaning.”
“That I do,” he whispered before trailing his tongue from my lobe and down my neck. Peppering a few more kisses there, a lengthened groan followed. “God, you drive me mad.”
“Me? What do you think you do?” Yanking his head back, I nipped at his throat. “You drive me fucking wild. My delightful, submissive,handsomefiancé.”
An instinctive moan bloomed to life from the center of his chest. “Fuck, Oren.”
“Yes,fuck, because I want you. I want to shove my cock inside your ass because you’ll take it like my good bitch.”
He huffed, his tongue darting out to trail along his lips. “Yes, I will, and I’d be a lying man if I tried to claim I wasn’t unbearably hard for you right now.”
Running my hands along his back, I dropped them to his waist. Hooking my thumbs beneath his black sweatpants, I yanked with a fluidity that exposed him entirely. Saliva pooled in my mouth like it always did when I witnessed him hard, his piercing covered in a thin layer of pre-cum.
Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, I pulled twice on the fabric. “I want this off.”
He wasted no time tugging the material up and over his head to expose his inked skin. I had fallen in love with each of the pieces for different reasons, but even after memorizing them, I continued to find something new in them—in him—to admire every single time.
Moving closer to him, the blanket tangled around my legs, stopping my momentum. Huffing, I shoved the material away, kicking my feet to wiggle myself from its hold.
“This stupid fucking…” I muttered under my breath, desperately using my fingers to remove it.
Great, Oren. Just great and super attractive to be clumsy.
Looking down at me, his lips curled into a grin. “Do you… need help?”
“No! I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
Do I?
This… thing had glue on it or something. Opting to bring it to the floor in haste, it slapped on top of the splayed documents as I scooted back from its death grip.
Thorne laughed, watching me intently. “Leave it to you to get tangled in a blanket.”
“Oh, shush. It stuck to me, I swear.”
Without waiting for his reply, I wrapped my fingers around the nape of his neck and hauled him onto the couch. Wiggling myself from underneath, I wasted no time in discarding my clothes. Once clad in nothing but skin, I pressed my palm against his chest to lower him onto the cushions.
Stroking my length, I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. “I’ll always enjoy seeing you beneath me, cock begging for my touch.”
A light heat brushed his cheeks. It was a sight I’d never tire of, seeing a man likehimobedient to my very word.
“S-Shit.”
“Spread your legs.”
Sitting on my haunches, I smirked at the effect of my words. That red hue deepened because, despite his outward persona, there was nothing this man loved more than being controlled.
