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“Then don’t think about it,” I say as I reach into his pants, my fingers wrapping around him as I deepen our kiss. His eyes stay focused on mine as I toy with him. I reach up with my left hand, attempting to unbutton his shirt but I struggle.
“What do you want?”
“Undo your shirt.”
He unbuttons it as I stand up, moving to situate myself between his legs. He looks so sexy, so relaxed as he leans back on my couch, his shirt hanging open, his pants undone.
I lean forward, running my tongue up his chest to his neck till my lips are at his ear. “Can I please you?”
“Only if I get my turn with you after,” he says, settling back against the couch further as I sink to my knees. I free his cock, wrapping my hand around it as I bring my lips down to wrap around the tip for a brief second.
“This right here is something I’ve wanted.”
He looks down at me. “You’ve had me in your mouth before.”
I shake my head no. “You asked me before what I wanted to explore, what turned me on. This does, having Cyrus Gates, powerful billionaire at my mercy.” I take him in my mouth again, bobbing up and down his shaft a few times. “Letting me be in control of you.”
“You keep doing that, baby, and I’ll sign my entire fucking life away to you.” His words are strained as he lifts my hair, watching my every move.
I tease him, swirling my tongue around him, taking him deeper down my throat than I ever have while stroking him. He moans my name, his breathing growing heavy as he stares down his body at what I’m doing to him.
“You want me to finish?” He pants and I nod my head yes. His eyes flutter closed and his head lulls back as his hips lift off the couch slightly. I can taste his release, and I swallow it down as his body finally relaxes.
I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and a moment later, he’s in the doorway, his shirt and pants still undone. He leans against the doorway as I lean against the counter, brushing. It feels natural, like we’re just a typical couple. That warm feeling settles into my belly again, followed by panic. I’m not sure if it’s the wine that’s making me suddenly allow myself to get lost in these little momentary fantasies where I think he actually wants a future with me or all the sex, but I remind myself that this is exactly what it is, a physical thing.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
I smile, not giving anything away as I reach for the hand towel. “Nothing.”
“Hmm.” He reaches out and pulls me toward him. “Are you lying to me, Presley?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” I smile. I finish brushing, then turn back to him. “Teach me.”
“Teach you?” He cocks his head.
“How to be like you. How to not care what people think about you. How to not be afraid to take what you want.”
He smiles, his hand coming up to rub against his jaw. “You don’t want that; you’re far too good”—he steps up next to me, placing a hand on my waist—“far too kind to be heartless like me.” He looks at me in the reflection of the mirror. “Keep that good heart of yours; it’ll come in handy someday.”
I place my hands over his that have come to wrap around me. I look at us in the mirror. His eyes drop down to our hands resting against my belly. He looks sad. I’m about to ask him what’s on his mind but I don’t get the chance.
“Can I take you to bed?”
“Yes.”
We walk to my bedroom, his lips on my neck, his hands on my waist as he lifts my pajama shirt over my head. “I love when you don’t wear a bra.” His hands drift down to cup my breasts. I lean against his chest, the scratch of the hair on his chest against my back tickling me slightly.
“And I like when you don’t wear a shirt.”
“Maybe I can arrange that more often. Topless Tuesdays?” he teases as he releases me to spin me around.
I reach up, sliding his shirt off his broad shoulders, all the way down his arms and he removes his pants and underwear right after.
“Come here.” He puts his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and panties, gliding them down my thighs as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Turn,” he says, guiding me so that my ass is eye level to him. He runs his hands softly over my skin. “Does it hurt?”
I look back and down at him over my shoulder as his gaze stays fixed on my ass. “A little.”
He looks at me, then leans in to plant a few kisses. “I’ll be gentle with you tonight, I promise.”
