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“You're too sweet,” I said. “I'll get cavities.”
He tipped his head back and drank down the rest of his champagne, then placed the glass on the table next to him. Then, without another word, he moved from his lounger, swept me into his arms, and spun us in a circle.
I giggled and shrieked at the unexpected motion. My champagne sloshed over the side of the glass still clutched in my hand. “What are you doing?”
“You think I’m too sweet,” he explained with a grin. “I’m trying something else on for size.”
Unexpectedly, he dropped my legs and held me while I got my footing. Even when I was steady, he kept his arms around me, almost as if he was afraid I might escape.
“So what's your new thing then?” I asked breathlessly. My gaze moved from my feet to his eyes.
There was something dark and wicked in those green depths, something wild and unrestrained. A spike of desire went through my core, and he pulled the glass from my hand, tossing it to the other side of the balcony. He kept his eyes locked on mine as the glass shattered. I gasped, unsure if my reaction was more about the broken glass...or the almost dangerous vibe he was sending out.
“Take off your dress,” he commanded, the order slipping across my skin like silk.
My mouth went dry. I was almost too eager to comply, my hands fumbling with the zipper on the back of the slinky garment. He offered no help. The blaze in his eyes told me he was far too interested in seeing the show.
The dress fell to the floor just as the last bit of sunlight disappeared behind Dorian, wind trailing along my skin like soft, gentle kisses. I shivered, but it had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with him.
He reached for my breasts, weighing both on his palms as his eyes assessed the prize before him. And that was what I felt like. His prize. Something he'd won in a game that neither of us had been aware we were playing.
I was rooted to the spot, waiting for more orders, waiting to learn how I could best fulfill his desires. I'd spent more than three years having men tell me what they wanted from me, tell me how to make them feel good.
This was the first time I actually wanted to know. Wanted to do. Wanted to please.
“You're so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Thank you.”
His eyes flicked to mine, a trace of amusement at my response showing before disappearing behind lust. “Take off your bra.”
“Are we going to do this outside?” I looked around. Though I felt like I was completely exposed, I realized there was actually no way that anybody could see me up here. No other balconies overlooked this one, and the Rock Bay was one of the taller hotels in the vicinity. We were completely exposed but completely covered at the same time.
“Yes. We're going to do this outside.” He took a step toward me, his voice lowering to a near growl. “I'm going to bend you over that balcony rail and fuck you while the fireworks explode in the air above us. Any questions?”
It was like he'd flipped a switch that suddenly sent a flood of moisture between my thighs. I squeezed them together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. It didn't. He smirked as he saw what I was doing.
“Take off your bra and panties.”
I did as he said right away this time, tossing the undergarments back toward the doorway. He loosened his tie while he watched. His features might have seemed dark and cold if I hadn't known the simmering lust he held just under the surface. And the fact that he was hiding it, wearing a mask of impassivity, was somehow even hotter than it would have been if I could’ve read everything on his face.
“Now undress me,” he commanded.
I moved forward, reaching shaky hands toward the lapels of his suit jacket. It slid easily down, and I placed it on the lounger next to us before working on the rest of his clothes.
I took my time. He hadn't told me to be quick about it, and I knew this was killing him as much as it was me. I used every asset in my arsenal, pressing my breasts against him as I worked on his buttons, then kneeling to pull down his pants, my hot breath fanning over the bulge in front of me. I looked up at him as I removed his boxer-briefs, licking my lips. He shuddered.
“Is there anything else you'd like me to do?” I asked playfully, my lips mere inches from his cock.
He groaned. “Lick me.”
I smiled and did as he said, licking all the way up from his heavy balls to the salty tip of his cock. Then I licked all the way back down, taking the time to learn every inch of him, my eyes never leaving his.
“Get up,” he ordered just as I'd been about to take him into my mouth. “Get up and lean against the railing.”
This was the part I was most nervous about. I felt more exposed with the cool metal pressed against my belly than I'd ever felt before. I kept reminding myself that we were secluded up here. And hell, it wasn't like I hadn't been seen having sex by strangers before.
But it was different with him. Everything was.
