“Well,” I nearly growl. “First, he pins her against the nearest flat surface. He strips her of her clothes.”
“Cliché,” she deadpans, but her eyes twinkle with delight.
“Hey, now… sexy romance author. What doyoupropose we do?”
“Well…” she says, building suspense.
But I’m left with a cliffhanger.
The elevator dings, and the doors finally open. I quickly pull her out and make my way to one of the two doors available on the floor. My keys are in the lock and as soon as we’re inside, I slam the door shut, flip the lock on the deadbolt, and prompt Dani to continue. My mind runs wild, and I can only imagine what she’s contemplating. Having read her book, I know firsthand the complexities of her vivid imagination.
I clear my throat in an attempt to calm my thoughts.Don’t get ahead of yourself, Leighton. Take this at her pace.“Ummm…” I draw out. “You were saying?”
The corners of her eyes crease, and there’s a glimpse of deviousness.What the hell is she up to?
Before I can take another breath, Dani reaches for me. Instead of sliding her hands around my waist, as I anticipate, she reaches directly for my belt. She smiles coyly as her superiorly skilled fingers have my belt removed as well as my fly undone within seconds. She reaches in and cups my balls through my briefs, making me groan in satisfaction.Holy mother fucking hell. This feels incredible. Her fingers flex and run along the underside of my shaft.
Her other hand pushes at my pants and boxer briefs, and my brain finally catches onto her intent. I quickly toe off my shoes and push my pants to the floor. While Dani drops to her knees and focuses her attention on my cock, I swiftly pull my shirt over my head with one hand, while the other fists her hair at the base of her neck.
Another loud groan involuntarily pulls from my chest. “Holy fuck. What are you doing to me?” She fondles my balls as she traces the head of my cock with her wicked tongue. With her other hand, her finger traces the veins along my shaft andmotherfucker… if that doesn’t turn me on further. She has the perfect combination of soft hands, firm touch, and movement that’s right, causing my knees to go weak and eyes to roll back in my fucking head.
I’m not some young, inexperienced teen who finishes off with a stiff wind blowing in his direction. But fuck, if she doesn’t stop soon, I will explode.
“Danika,” I grunt out in warning. My body stiffens. Holy fuck. I need her to stop. After spending nearly two weeks apart, I need to end with her.
She peers up through dark lashes. Her deep-blue eyes glint in a way that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.The Vixen.Before my next heartbeat, her mouth encloses around my cock as her hand fists what she can’t take in. She simultaneously pumps her fist and moves her mouth along my shaft, coming up to just beneath the crown of my head before plummeting down to meet her fist. Over and over. The sensation is indescribable. The feeling too good, too strong, and too erotic.
“Fuck…” I growl. Damn, her perfect mouth knows just what to do. She feels spectacular. “Holy fucking shit… Yeah… Right there. This feels amazing…” In a slur of ecstasy, coherent thought quickly evades me. All I can process is my balls dropping and the tingling sensation quickly moving up my spine.
“So close…” I heed in warning, giving her time to release my cock.
She locks eyes with me and shakes her head, telling me she wants to do this. If I didn’t know better, me warning her off only spurs her on. It feels as if she doubles down on her effort and before I know it, the tingling sensation that started at the base of my spine spreads throughout my entire body. Liquid heat sears every cell within me, and it takes everything in my power to remain upright.
Fuck knows what comes out of my mouth as I have the most intense release I’ve ever experienced. It goes on and on. The sexy woman kneeling before me milks me for all I’m worth and when I finally stop spasming, she releases me with a sly grin, wipes at the corner of her mouth, and says, “How’d you like that version of the story?”
I chuckle at her feign innocence.Like she doesn’t know she just rocked my world.“I should know better than to compete with a romance writer.”
“I not only have the imagination, but I have mad skills… If I do say so myself.” Her triumphant smirk melts my heart.
I look her over with care and realize one thing must be rectified. “For some reason, you’re fully clothed… and I’m standing here in only my socks.”
I swoop down and lift her effortlessly in my arms, and she gasps in surprise. When she catches her breath, her sassy mouth sparks me even further. “Well… that certainly won’t do.”
* * *
It’s late when Dani and I make it out to the kitchen to refuel. The sun has set, and the city lights shimmer in the distance. My pride soars when I notice Dani’s blissed-out expression. It’s a look I hope she wears a lot in our future. The thought alone has my blood tingling and desire resurfacing. Fuck! I’ve lost track of how many times I just made her come. God only knows how I recover so quickly when it comes to her. This woman drives me insane.
She’s sexy wearing one of my t-shirts, with her curly hair barely contained in a top knot. I’m sure if she’d left it down, it’d take on a life of its own. I fucking love her massive corkscrew curls that flit in every direction as she takes her pleasure from me. Her flawless makeup-free face glows from the aftermath of our lovemaking.
Dani reaches for a grape from the fruit bowl on my counter and pops it into her mouth, while I walk to the fridge to see what’s available to cook. We could order takeout, but most restaurants are likely closed with it being Sunday. Besides, there’s plenty to eat here. My housekeeper comes weekly and also does my grocery shopping. God knows, I don’t have the time.
As Dani climbs onto the barstool at my kitchen counter, my eyes greedily follow the movement of her sexy legs. She props one foot on the stool next to her, and I enjoy how my t-shirt creeps higher on her toned thigh. Her stomach growls, and I force myself to focus on the task at hand.
Christ, Leighton. It’s not like she’s going anywhere. Get the girl some food.
Trying to keep my mind from returning to the bedroom, I interrupt the silence, “So, what’d you think of the game?”
Her beautiful face lights up with an amused expression. “It was more entertaining than I imagined.” Her expression turns pensive as she decides how to say what’s on her mind. I’ve seen this look before. She does it when she’s writing and trying to figure out a scene in her books. It’s adorable to watch.
