Scarlett deserves a man who puts her pleasure first, not a heartless bastard who can’t see past his own selfish needs.
“Darlin’, you keep that up, and I’m going to embarrass myself.”
She leans back and stares up at me with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t think you were capable of embarrassment.”
I shrug and slide my hands under her skirt, squeezing her thighs. “As you said, there’s a first time for everything.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but the words die on her lips when I skim a finger along the lace of her panties. Our eyes meet and though she doesn’t say it aloud, I know she’s bracing herself, desperate for more. For what comes next.
I know the feeling.
Using my thumb, I stroke her right up the center and Christ almighty, she’s wet.
Ready.
I flip up her skirt to reveal virginal white panties below. The sight nearly brings me to my knees, but I suck in a breath, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself.
When I kneel before Scarlett, it will be to worship her. Honor her. Taste her.
And it won’t be a weakness.
I slip my fingers under the delicate lace and she lifts her backside off the table so I can pull them off, leaving her bare before me.
“So fucking gorgeous.” I flash her a wolfish grin, recalling my words from earlier. “Good enough to eat.”
She whimpers and I lean in to kiss her, slow and deep. Our bodies meld together and when I finally pull away, placing one hand on the smooth skin of her abdomen, she relaxes, leaning back on her elbows.
The sight steals my breath away.
Scarlett Evans is laid out before me like a gift just waiting to be unwrapped.
“I trust you,” she says, looking up at me from under her lashes, just a hint of a flush staining her cheeks.
It’s more than I deserve, but I can’t deny the surge of warmth her admission brings.
I lean in to kiss her once more and then I drop to my knees, peppering kisses along the bare skin of her thighs, just above the top of her stockings. She shivers, bottom wriggling in anticipation as I lick and suck and nip, savoring her honeyed skin. When I finally reach her slick pink folds and drag my tongue over her center, she arches off the table, back bowed as she cries out.
So sweet. So responsive.
My cock twitches, my own desire mounting now that I’ve had a taste of her. I exhale through my nostrils and lick her again, this time circling her clit with my tongue.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop.” She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
How could I when she’s given me this gift? Her trust. Her body. A chance to prove I’m not the heartless prick the media portrays me to be. It’s been a long time since anyone outside my family believed in me, and yet here’s Scarlett, determined to see the best in me and reveal it to the world. Willing to use her incredible education and experience to help strengthen my business while asking for nothing in return.
She’s the most honest, genuine person I’ve met in a long time.
“Nick,” she whimpers, thighs quivering.
At her desperate pleas, I dip my mouth to her pussy again. This time I stroke her in earnest, working her clit and sliding two fingers into her hot, wet heat as I push her toward oblivion, worshipping her relentlessly. Scarlett rocks her hips and when her breathing becomes so erratic I know she’s getting close, I curl my fingers forward, reaching for the spot guaranteed to give her the most intense orgasm.
“Fuck,” she cries, back arching off the table as she slams her palms down on the surface, the muscles of her body gripping me tight as she rides out the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm. “That. Was. Incredible.” She lifts her head to look at me as I climb to my feet. “Thank you.”
A quiet chuckle rises from deep in my chest. “Don’t thank me yet, darlin’. We’re far from finished here.”
Oreo yips and we both turn to stare at her. She’s standing on the couch, watching us with a big grin on her face.
