Page 14 of After Hours
“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he told her, thrilling her. “Those big eyes of yours like frightened gold. All of that amber and all of that wariness turns me on. That mouth of yours, that I’ve never wanted to fuck more than I do right now. You’re beautiful, Romily. Do you know that?”
He was at her side when he said that, and she shook her head, feeling… something like helpless. “I don’t think…”
“I’m telling you that you’re beautiful,” he said in the stern, matter-of-fact way. “And what are the rules?”
“You tell me what to do,” she whispered, and she had that part down. The words came out of her as if she’d been saying things like that her whole life.
“Good,” he said, and she felt like she was gleaming. “I’m telling you to start treating yourself like you’re beautiful. Because beautiful is strong. And I’m going to need you to be strong, because the demands I intend to make on this body of yours? They’re going to be a lot. Not necessarily tonight, but we’ll get there. And you’re going to have to have a certain level of physical fitness to meet those demands.”
That streak of that boldness flared in her again. “This is a very unorthodox way of advertising your gym services, Zachary.”
She shocked herself, but then he shocked her more, because he laughed.
It was the best music she’d ever heard.
“Cute. And if I was in a different mood, you’d pay for that. But not tonight.”
He came around to the front of her and smoothed a hand over her hair. “Kneel.”
The funny thing was, she didn’t have to think about it. It was as if his commands were wired directly to her body.
She just… knelt.
And couldn’t seem to drag her gaze away from that huge, impossible cock that she could see pressing there against the fly of his jeans.
“You have to earn the right to take my cock in your mouth,” he told her, in that same uncompromising manner. “And a broken little bird who spies through windows and comes twice without permission has definitely not earned it.”
His words were raw. The filthiest thing she’d ever heard, yet so… casual.
All while his hand moved its way through her hair, caressing her.
“But you can kiss it through my jeans,” he told her. “Let me see how much you want to taste me.”
She realized she was holding her breath. She dared to look up, and he was gazing down the length of his own beautiful body as he watched her. As he waited.
And suddenly she had never wanted anything more to show this man every single sensation that wracked through her. Every single sensation that he’d given her.
So she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and pressed it to the soft denim of his jeans.
And worshipped the enormous cock she could feel, heavy and hard, beneath.
Chapter Five
She was artless.
She was a wonder.
If Zachary wasn’t so big on control, and if he didn’t practice that control first and foremost on himself, he was pretty sure he’d have lost it by now.Like the dumb teenager he’d never been.
As she lavished her attention to his fly as if it was a feast she’d never thought she’d get to partake in.
As if he was some kind of dessert.
And God help him, but she was such a pretty thing. Her tits were high and round, with dark nipples he couldn’t wait to suck and bite to see how he could drive her wild.Exactlyhow, and how far.
He had already found her worryingly intriguing just by watching her skulk around the neighborhood, sometimes oblivious and sometimes seemingly spooked by her own shadow. Now all he could think about was what a tasty morsel she was. How she tasted in his mouth, tart and perfect. How she looked naked in his apartment and kneeling at his feet.
Now all he could think about were all the different ways he could indulge himself in her.
