Tempted Heir (The Heirs 7)

When he presses it against the side of my leg, my body jerks.

Christopher leans down, and his breath skims over my jaw until his mouth brushes against my ear. “Who do you think of when you use it?”

Holy. Shit.

My breaths begin to speed up, and I close my eyes as I admit, “You.”

I feel his lips curve into a smile. His voice is low and hoarse as he asks, “What do I do to you?”

Before I can die of embarrassment, he moves the vibrator between us. When I feel the vibration over my abdomen, intense need fills me, and my heart begins to race.

I grab hold of Christopher’s shoulders as I whisper, “You’re on top of me.”

Christopher makes a low sound in the back of his throat that sends goosebumps rushing over my skin, then he whispers, “Do I take you hard and fast, or slow and deep?”

Oh, God. I’m going to orgasm at this rate. If he moves that vibrator down…

I rub my thighs together for some much-needed friction. “Slow and deep.”

Suddenly the vibration stops, and then Christopher pulls back, giving me a sexy smirk. “I’ll definitely remember that.”

I stand frozen, trying to catch my breath from what just happened while he continues to pack my clothes into the bag.

Swallowing hard on the desire pooling in my core, I grab the nearest bunch of dresses and dart out of the closet.

Going up to the penthouse, I try to come to terms with the fact that Christopher almost made me orgasm with only his voice and holding the vibrator over my abdomen. If he had moved that thing down a couple of inches, I would’ve come right there.

Stunned, I walk to Christopher’s room.

It was always up to me to make myself orgasm whenever I had sex with someone. I get a feeling that’s not going to be the case when Christopher and I make love.

The thought makes a grin spread over my face while I hang the dresses on my side of the closet.

Maybe it will happen tonight?

CHRISTOPHER

It’s almost two am., but we got all Dash’s belongings moved into the penthouse. Tomorrow we have to find a place for everything so Dash will feel at home here.

I turn off the light and climbing into bed, I let out a sigh. “I’m going to sleep like the dead.”

Dash turns to me, then snuggles against my side. She places her hand on my chest, sighing, “Today was a good day.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

When she pushes her leg over mine, my lips curve up. I can feel the need coming off her in waves, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of days before we have sex. By the time I have her naked beneath me, she’s going to scream my name from ecstasy.

The thought alone is enough to make me hard.

I begin to brush my fingers up and down her back, and it makes her squirm closer to me until her pelvis presses against my hip. I can feel the heat coming from her, and it makes the corner of my mouth curve up more and my cock hard as steel.

“That venue looks really nice,” I say, keeping my voice low. “You should take the private jet to San Diego instead of driving.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, her breaths speeding up as she presses harder against me.

My control starts to slip, and not wanting to give in so fast, I ignore my erection and press a kiss to her hair. “Night, beautiful.”

It takes a couple of seconds for her to respond. “Night.”

I lie awake, listening to her breathing. Her hand tightens into a fist on my chest, and then I feel her look up at me.

I move my hand down to her ass, and grabbing hold of her, I push her against me as I turn my face to hers. Feeling her breaths on my lips, I slip my hand under the fabric of her sweatpants and massaging her ass, I whisper, “Rub yourself against me.”

Dash brings her hand to my neck, and her mouth latches onto mine as she begins to move. I dig my fingers into her skin, pressing her pelvis harder against my side as my tongue thrusts into her mouth. I mimic her movements, and seconds later, she tenses against me. She makes a heavenly sound as her body jerks. Her hold on my neck tightens, and her breaths explode into my mouth as she orgasms.

My cock jerks, and it takes all my self-control to not fuck her.

When she comes down, she buries her face under my chin.

Knowing Dash better than I know myself, I pull my hand out of her sweatpants. She’s going to overthink it and get embarrassed. Wanting to stop that from happening, I wrap both my arms around her and hold her to me.