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He swiped a key card and punched a button for the penthouse floor.
“I got yours, too. Thanks for the IUD confirmation details.”
“I know you didn’t ask for it, but I put in my bio that I was on birth control and wanted to give you peace of mind.”
“I appreciate that,” he said, leaning against the stainless-steel wall, looking every bit like a sexy-ass men’s underwear model, but fully clothed. He crooked a finger and motioned for me to come closer. I did, and I wasn’t prepared for him to reach over and hit the emergency stop button, sending the car jolting to a stop. “Relax, I just want to get some things straight before our tour.”
Thank God because I was about to have us both choking on mace in this elevator.
“What do you like in bed, Vera?” I blanked and stared up at him owlishly as I considered his question. No guy had ever asked what I liked in bed. He shook me out of my stupor when he said, “I don’t want to get ahead of myself and make assumptions, but you look like a rider.”
A wry smile spread across my lips.
“And you look like an eater,” I countered, reaching up and tracing his bottom lip with a finger. He grinned and ran a hand through the hair I’d be gripping as I rode his face.
“It sounds like we’re a match made in Heaven; any hard limits?”
“I’m open to anal play, but keep your dick out of my ass… for now. I might be open to it in the future. I won’t eat your ass, take a dump on your chest, no golden showers, and no race play.”
“Can I eat your ass?” he asked hopefully.
“It’s literally a requirement and was in the fine print of my bio.”
He chuckled, then asked, “Condom preference?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“Okay. Pay attention because this will be the most important question of them all,” he insisted, pressing the button that would allow the elevator to continue its ascent.
“I’m listening,” I confirmed.
“Do you want me to pull out, or can I finish inside you?”
***
“This… is… the… foyer,” Hart said between kisses as we tried wrestling each other out of our clothes.
“So fucking nice,” I commented breathlessly as I tried working his belt off. My efforts were thwarted when he picked me up and dropped me on the console table. A lamp was knocked off the table and crashed to the floor, leaving only moonlight and the city lights to guide us.
Hart reached beneath my dress, snatched off my soaked panties, and tossed them over his shoulder. I shuddered when he wedged himself between my thighs. His dick felt amazing pressed against my weeping pussy, but it would feel even better if he were inside me.
His tongue dipped between my parted lips, and he swallowed the whimper he forced out of me. I rolled my hips, brushing against his bulge, and nearly came from the friction. He slipped the satin straps of my dress down my shoulders, exposing my breasts. His tongue moved chaotically in my mouth, distracting me from his sure hands that peeled my dress down my body. He lazily caressed down the side of my breasts, following the curve of my waist until the fabric pooled around my hips.
Hart broke our kiss—leaving my lips swollen and wet and me missing his taste. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and my head fell back against a mirror when he sucked at the base of my throat while squeezing my waist.
“Oh fuck,” I sighed when he wrapped his tongue around a hardened nipple. My fingers buried into his hair as his tongue lashed against the sensitive bud that stood rigid from the overwhelming stimulation.
He released my nipple with a resounding pop and sucked on it three more times before assaulting the other one.
I need him to do that on my clit expeditiously!
“Are you ready to see the living room?” he asked, voice sexy and deep and dripping with desire. I nodded sluggishly and licked my bottom lip, stealing another taste of him. He picked me up effortlessly and maneuvered around the pieces of the broken lamp. He sat on the couch with me straddling his lap and took his time reacquainting me with his mouth, but without the harshness from earlier. His tongue moved tantalizingly slow, like he was trying to savor me as if it were his last time.
He groaned when I deepened the kiss.
“You taste so fucking, sweet—just like sugar,” he mumbled.
“Get on your knees if you want to taste something sweeter.”
