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“Plan on staying?” Even in the darkened foyer, he couldn’t miss the heat in her luminous eyes. In true form, she brushed past him, sashayed over to the stairs, walked up a few, and glanced over her shoulder.
Then, she smiled at him before continuing on.
Another green light he couldn’t ignore.
Up the stairs he went, a maddening desire driving him onward. This wasn’t just about sex. He didn’t justwantto see her. She was becoming his obsession. A raging, infuriating, ravenous need had sent him there, had forced him to send that text, to enter her home.
“You’re taking me off my game,” he growled.
Down the dark hall she continued, stopping in front of an open bedroom door. Turning to face him, she said, “Enter at your own risk.”
“Is that a threat?” His voice came out in a husky groan, the need to ravage her taking control.
“It’s a dare.” Her words came out as a whisper, but they sounded like a promise to him.
She vanished into the room and he followed. He opened the door to her walk-in closet, hung the garment bag on the rod. When he exited, she’d dropped her robe.
A nude Simone was an intoxicating invitation of everything right… and everything wrong. He shouldn’t be this interested, but he was. In the silence of the night, he would take care of her. And then, he would leave her because that’s what he had to do.
To protect himself, but more so, to protect her.
She slinked close, helped him strip off his clothes. The only sound was their breathing, already in sync. To his surprise, she was in control. Maybe because she was home. Maybe becauseshe wanted this. Whatever the reason, he was ready to give her all the pleasure for as long as she wanted him.
He stood naked before her.
She trailed the back of her soft fingers down one cheek, then his other. Despite the dark room, her blazing eyes sent him flying high. With a delicate touch, she ran her fingernails down his chest, slowing on each defined mogul of his eight-pack before her fingers curled around his saluting hard-on.
“I brought you something,” he rasped.
She ran delicate fingers over the head, wetness sprang out. “I can tell.”
“The gowns, Simone. I brought you the Santini Originals.”
She stilled, surprise widening her eyes. “All of them?”
“Yes.”
She was lightly running his hard shaft back and forth in the tunnel of her hand. Streams of pleasure streaked through him, his cock aching for a release. But he had tremendous control. He would wait until she’d been fully sated.
“I’m not here for a late-night fuck,” he said.
She leaned close, pressed her mouth to his cheek and kissed him. As she broke away, she whispered, “Then, why are you here?”
“To watch you come undone when I make you writhe with pleasure,” he said, his voice strained with desire.
“I’ll let you suck my toes—” a groan shot out of him—“and I’ll rub my feet on your cock if you tie me up and take me.”
Naughty, naughty Simone Redding.
She started to break away, but he snaked his arms around her, drawing her against him. Skin against skin, her warm breath coming faster now.
“Are you wet for me, Simone?” A moan ripped from her chest, the vibration landing in his.
They came together in a kiss that surprised him. Light and lingering, she dug her fingers into his hair, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and arched her back, pushing her breasts against him.
He dropped one hand to her ass and squeezed while their tongues tangled, their moans coming faster. She ended the kiss, nibbled his jawline all the way up to his earlobe, then she bit it.
The harsh sting of pain sent a jolt through him. He liked her aggression.
