Page 100 of Bound To Be Mine

“Too far.”

His hands slid under my dress, hiking it up around my waist. I gasped when his fingers hooked into my underwear, pulling them down my legs. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“Briggs,” I breathed.

“I need you.” His voice was rough, strained. “Right now.”

But I had other plans.

I pushed against his chest, creating space between us. His eyes were dark with desire, confused by my sudden retreat.

“My turn,” I said.

I dropped to my knees in front of him.

His eyes widened. “Oh shit, Mandy. You don’t need to.”

“Shh.” I worked his belt open, then his zipper. “Let me take care of you.”

I freed him from his boxers. He was already hard, already ready for me. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking once, twice. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall.

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hand immediately going to my hair.

I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue to lick over the top and then down the sides of his hard length. His fingers tightened in my hair—not pulling, just holding on like he needed the anchor.

“God, Mandy.” His voice was strained. “Your mouth is so fucking hot.”

I looked up at him. His eyes were half-closed, his jaw tight. He looked wrecked already. I was just getting started. I wanted to turn the man inside out like he had done to me so many times.

I pulled back slowly, letting him slide out of my mouth before taking him deep again. I set a rhythm that had his hips jerking forward involuntarily. His other hand came to rest on the wall beside him, bracing himself.

“You’re so good at this,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse again. His control was slipping. I could feel it in the way his breathing had gone ragged. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling a little harder than earlier.

“Mandy,” he groaned. “I’m close.”

I didn’t let him retreat. Instead, I took him deeper, my hand working what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I wanted this. Wanted to make him come undone.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. “I can’t stop.”

He came with a low groan that I felt vibrate through his entire body. I stayed with him through it, swallowing everything he gave me until he was pulling me up, kissing me hard.

“Goddamn.” He couldn’t seem to find words. “Come here.”

He pulled me toward the windows, those massive floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The lights of Manhattan spread out before us like stars.

“Briggs, what are you doing? “

“My turn,” he said, echoing my earlier words.

He sat down on the couch facing the windows and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. His hands found the zipper of my dress, sliding it down my back. The dress pooled around my waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts through my bra. “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe you’re real.”

My heart squeezed. This wasn’t just sex. This was something more. Something that terrified me and thrilled me in equal measure.