Page 46 of My One-Night Heir


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‘You’re saying you’re the boss in here?’

‘Yes.’ She caresses me, tugging at my suit. ‘You’re a little overdressed for such a warm day.’

Oh, another invitation I cannot resist. ‘You think? What would you advise me to do?’

Her smile is positively wicked. ‘I think you should strip.’

I laugh at the eagerness in her expression. ‘You want me to dance for you.’

The tip of her tongue touches her lip. ‘Would you?’

Her playfulness delights me. This is Talia at her best—confident and relaxed, doing what she loves and teasing me too boot. So of course—despite my inner awkwardness—I begin. But the way she watches, the way she breathes—any last inhibition vanishes. I’m confident in my body but this is next level. This is about seeing her glaze over.

Her hands are at my waist. Firm hands. She pushes and I let her spin me so I’m the one with my back to the kitchen counter. She steps forward and pushes me another pace so the wood is flush against my butt. She takes my hands and spreads my arms, placing my palms down on the counter behind me.

She’s fast. And she’s breathless. It’s an effort for her to unzip my trousers. I grip the counter to stop myself taking hold of her. Taking over. That she’s initiated this makes me harder than ever. Like that night in the gondola, when she was shy but forward, curious as hell. I ache to hear her little laugh again but I’m helpless to do anything now—I’m utterly in thrall to her next movement.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I gasp.

‘What do you think I’m doing?’

‘Control freak,’ I mutter. ‘Always needing to be in charge.’

‘And there’s you, always needing to know every last little thing.’

Our lips brush but she pulls away playfully quick. Her breasts almost touch my chest. Desire whispers between us, a dangerous thread that’s about to ignite.

She works down my chest. Licks my abs. Lust clouds her eyes as she takes me in hand and I get how much she wants this. I’m so damn grateful because I want it too. More than anything. I lose everything in this heat between us. I forget the impossible issues. The old anger that underlies my very existence. There’s just this. I shake with sheer delight in a single stroke of her tongue and the playful scrape of her teeth devastates me. And when I see her eyes I really start to lose it. She’s got this dreamy look and her cheeks are flushed and I realise she’s loving doing this to me as much as I love being on the end of her dangerously provocative mouth. I want to stroke her. To make her come with me. I don’t want to be alone in this—

‘Dain...’ she sighs. It’s the sound of desire.

Yeah, I’m not alone. I gasp as I realise how aroused she is. I thread my fingers through her hair and she takes me deep into the back of her throat. I can’t hold back. Her hand tightens and her mouth—her hot, wet mouth—pulls. I babble her name over and over, begging her to finish me—

It tears through me in a white-hot convulsion. She holds me through it, taking everything I release into her, until I sag back against the counter. Reduced to nothing. Barely able to stand. I blink hazily and watch my vixen rise to her feet in front of me. I’m all but catatonic as she licks her lips. Her eyes now sparkle and her cheeks are flushed. And then she laughs.

The resurgence of energy is instant and stunning. I was wiped out only moments ago but now I want to reduce her to the same incoherent, slick mess of arousal that she made me. I touch her with as much tenderness as I can muster and discover she’s already there.

‘Oh, you enjoyed me,’ I growl with voracious delight.

Her eyes glaze. ‘Yes.’

Sex usually brings me emotional oblivion. But this isn’t oblivion. I’m here with her—more present than I’ve ever been in my life. I want to see her. Taste her. Please her to the point where she can’t speak any more. Where she can’t deny me anything.

‘My turn,’ I rumble.

She yelps as I lift her onto the counter. And then she laughs. She lets me have her body. In this realm she grants me permission for everything.

And I take it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Talia

HE SLIDES HIS palm up to hold me by the side of my neck, tilting my head back so my mouth is in place to meet his.

‘You realise it’s my turn to be in charge.’ His eyes glitter.

He’s hoarse and he’s flushed and his muscles jump beneath my fingertips. He pulls my hands off him and presses them to my breasts.

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