from
head to toe as if she were a Sunday ham. “You’re more beautiful than I
imagined. I’m going to take my time and do all the things I’ve dreamed about doing
to you for ten years.”
“I’m sitting in the middle of a cherry pie. Are you out of
your mind?”
“Nope.” Chuckling, Leo swiped his finger through the filling
coating the insides of her thighs. “Just want to have my cherry pie and eat it
too.”
Not liking his humor, or the cherry working its way to her
clit, Roxanne began to slide off the table but Leo grabbed her hips, holding
her still.
“Let me up,” she demanded.
He looked down at her through a fringe of impossibly thick
lashes and for the briefest moment, Roxanne’s resistance slipped. He possessed
the prettiest bedroom eyes. “It’s always your way or the highway isn’t it? No
wonder you’ve never had a mind-blowing orgasm. You always need to be in
control.”
Roxanne opened her mouth to dispel his assumption—but she
couldn’t argue with someone when they were right. She had a controlling nature
and it served her well in the business world. Unfortunately, she’d been unable
to let that go in the bedroom, and she was suffering for it.
“Can I take off my boots at least? They’re vintage, 1972 to
be exact, and they set me back about five hundred.”
Born with a touch of ADD, she’d never been able to sit still
for long. Leo knew this. And he used it against her as his hands started a
slow, haphazard journey down her legs. The burgundy leather rasped under his
touch, punctuating the silence. The randomness of his caresses, from
featherlight to slight pressure, set her on edge. And even through the layer of
aged leather molded to her legs, she could feel his body heat.
Roxanne gritted her teeth. No matter how delicious his hands
felt, she was not going to cave. Not with her boots on the line…
Who am I kidding? She should’ve admitted defeat the
moment he’d touched her. And now all he was doing was working her into a
sex-induced frenzy. Each squeeze of his hands plucked at her clit, making it
swell. Every pass of his hands tweaked her nipples, turning them into hard
little knots. And the barrier itself seemed to only heighten the eroticism of
her vulnerable position, kindling a slow burn that needed more fuel―like
a long, slow fuck.
By the time his hands encircled her ankles, Roxanne would
have agreed to being buried in her boots, just so he’d bury himself balls-deep in her pussy. “I’ll keep them on!” Roxanne gushed. To hell with
having the upper hand when she wanted his hands all over her. “Just stop
torturing me.”
“Good girl,” he praised, grasping her legs and sliding them
tight together then far apart. Roxanne shivered when more cherry filling
bubbled up to coat her closely shaved mound. “I think you deserve to be
rewarded,” he continued, drawing a figure-eight pattern through the pie filling
on her skin, causing Roxanne to arch toward him. “Want to take a guess at what
it could be?”
A hard cock stretching and banging my pussy?
Leo’s finger stilled, drawing Roxanne’s attention. Had she
spoken aloud in her delirium? His eye color had deepened and he sucked his
finger as if he was ready to do the same to her. Roxanne prayed he would, and
soon. She’d been ready since the moment he’d stepped from the car.
“You’ll get your dessert soon,” he said. “In my house, it’s
always gentlemen first…up to a point.” Gripping her hips, Leo bent forward and
settled his head between her thighs.
Roxanne tended to lose it when men went down on her, especially
if they knew what they were doing. She had a pretty good feeling Leo was going
to blow her top.
He swirled his tongue over the slight indenture in her right
knee and Roxanne shuddered. His lips were firm and demanding as he began a slow
crawl up her thigh, punctuated by licks and kisses. Each languid caress and bob
of his dark head seemed to ignite every single nerve ending from the
head to toe as if she were a Sunday ham. “You’re more beautiful than I
imagined. I’m going to take my time and do all the things I’ve dreamed about doing
to you for ten years.”
“I’m sitting in the middle of a cherry pie. Are you out of
your mind?”
“Nope.” Chuckling, Leo swiped his finger through the filling
coating the insides of her thighs. “Just want to have my cherry pie and eat it
too.”
Not liking his humor, or the cherry working its way to her
clit, Roxanne began to slide off the table but Leo grabbed her hips, holding
her still.
“Let me up,” she demanded.
He looked down at her through a fringe of impossibly thick
lashes and for the briefest moment, Roxanne’s resistance slipped. He possessed
the prettiest bedroom eyes. “It’s always your way or the highway isn’t it? No
wonder you’ve never had a mind-blowing orgasm. You always need to be in
control.”
Roxanne opened her mouth to dispel his assumption—but she
couldn’t argue with someone when they were right. She had a controlling nature
and it served her well in the business world. Unfortunately, she’d been unable
to let that go in the bedroom, and she was suffering for it.
“Can I take off my boots at least? They’re vintage, 1972 to
be exact, and they set me back about five hundred.”
Born with a touch of ADD, she’d never been able to sit still
for long. Leo knew this. And he used it against her as his hands started a
slow, haphazard journey down her legs. The burgundy leather rasped under his
touch, punctuating the silence. The randomness of his caresses, from
featherlight to slight pressure, set her on edge. And even through the layer of
aged leather molded to her legs, she could feel his body heat.
Roxanne gritted her teeth. No matter how delicious his hands
felt, she was not going to cave. Not with her boots on the line…
Who am I kidding? She should’ve admitted defeat the
moment he’d touched her. And now all he was doing was working her into a
sex-induced frenzy. Each squeeze of his hands plucked at her clit, making it
swell. Every pass of his hands tweaked her nipples, turning them into hard
little knots. And the barrier itself seemed to only heighten the eroticism of
her vulnerable position, kindling a slow burn that needed more fuel―like
a long, slow fuck.
By the time his hands encircled her ankles, Roxanne would
have agreed to being buried in her boots, just so he’d bury himself balls-deep in her pussy. “I’ll keep them on!” Roxanne gushed. To hell with
having the upper hand when she wanted his hands all over her. “Just stop
torturing me.”
“Good girl,” he praised, grasping her legs and sliding them
tight together then far apart. Roxanne shivered when more cherry filling
bubbled up to coat her closely shaved mound. “I think you deserve to be
rewarded,” he continued, drawing a figure-eight pattern through the pie filling
on her skin, causing Roxanne to arch toward him. “Want to take a guess at what
it could be?”
A hard cock stretching and banging my pussy?
Leo’s finger stilled, drawing Roxanne’s attention. Had she
spoken aloud in her delirium? His eye color had deepened and he sucked his
finger as if he was ready to do the same to her. Roxanne prayed he would, and
soon. She’d been ready since the moment he’d stepped from the car.
“You’ll get your dessert soon,” he said. “In my house, it’s
always gentlemen first…up to a point.” Gripping her hips, Leo bent forward and
settled his head between her thighs.
Roxanne tended to lose it when men went down on her, especially
if they knew what they were doing. She had a pretty good feeling Leo was going
to blow her top.
He swirled his tongue over the slight indenture in her right
knee and Roxanne shuddered. His lips were firm and demanding as he began a slow
crawl up her thigh, punctuated by licks and kisses. Each languid caress and bob
of his dark head seemed to ignite every single nerve ending from the
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