Recluse (Wolfes of Manhattan 2) - Page 32

I yanked the blazer off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground in a sticky tweed puddle.

Tweed had no place on Charlie Waters. If I had my way, she’d never wear it again.

Then the tweed skirt. Tweed? Covering up those treasures between her legs?

Never again.

Her blouse was better, a peach silk, and her hard nipples poked through. I brushed my fingers against one.

She groaned. “Yes, please.”

“You like that? You like when I play with those sexy little nipples?”

Her answer was another groan.

They were delectable, and I lowered my head, taking one between my teeth right through her blouse and bra.

She bit her lip and inhaled sharply.

“It’s okay,” I said against the fabric of her blouse. “Scream if you want. Let it out. I dare anyone to open that door.”

“Roy… Please…”

“I don’t care. I don’t care if the entire hotel management team comes in here, silver. I’m taking you. Right here. Right now.” I bit the hard berry.

That got me the scream I’d been waiting for.

So I did it again.

I smiled against the swell of her breasts, the fabric of her blouse now wet from my mouth. God, she turned me on. Her body was still covered, and I was harder than I’d ever been.

Needed her. Needed her naked. Needed that naked nipple between my lips. Needed all of her.

I grabbed both sides of her blouse and ripped it open, the pearl buttons flying.

She gasped. “My blouse! I love this blouse!”

“I’ll buy you five more.” Then I attacked her bra. It was a front clasp, and I opened it with one maneuver, surprising myself. Her rosy breasts fell against her chest. Pure beauty.

Everything about her was pure beauty.

She was naked now, except for her businesslike black pumps and her white lacy panties. They were boy panties, pure white lace, and oh my God, they were hot.

I wished for a moment that I were an animal with sharp teeth and I could rip them off her and then attack what lay underneath.

I settled for yanking them off her beautiful ass, down her legs, and carefully easing them off her feet, leaving her pumps on.

Naked. Naked in black office girl pumps.

What a fucking feast.

I owed her an orgasm, and she was going to get it right on this mahogany table. The surface would be slick and shiny with something other than varnish when I was done with Charlie.

“Get on the table, silver. Sit down and spread those luscious legs for me.”

She obeyed, wincing. “It’s cold.”

“Not for long. In a few minutes, you’re going to be so hot you won’t be able to contain yourself.”

“I’m not doing a very good job of containing myself right now,” she said. “I want to scream!”

“Then scream, honey. Scream your pretty little head off.”

“I can’t. I just can’t.”

“We’ll see about that.” I bent down, spreading her legs even farther apart. Man, she was bendy. And man, did that turn me on.

Her pussy was already ripe with nectar. Nectar sweeter than the juiciest peach. I inhaled for a moment, took in the spicy, musky scent of her. Of the woman who’d squirmed into my heart in less than three days.

Crazy.

Had any other woman smelled quite so enticing?

Granted, I hadn’t been with many. Six, to be exact, and only one of them had lasted more than a couple days.

I hadn’t thought about any of them in a long time. No one had responded to me the way my little silver did.

I wasn’t sure anyone ever would again.

She squirmed beneath me. “Please. Please, Roy.”

“I’m enjoying the view,” I said naughtily.

“Can you enjoy it with your tongue in my pussy? Please?”

My cock strained against my jeans. Her voice had deepened a touch, and her words… God, her words…

“If you could see the sight before me, you’d understand. You’re perfectly pink and swollen, and your clit is straining upward. And your scent. Like peaches and spice and musk. I can’t get enough of it. Of looking at you and smelling you.”

“If it smells that good, imagine how it must taste,” she said breathlessly.

That did it. I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked.

The orgasm came quickly, before I could tongue her or finger her. She’d been more ready than I even imagined, and God, it was fucking hot.

I nursed her through the orgasm, easing up on her clit as she wriggled beneath me. Her pussy lips pulsed against my chin as her climax continued.

“Keep going,” I said against her flesh. “Give me more, silver.”

Then I thrust two fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit.

“Shit!” She pounded both fists on the wooden table, shrieking.

Yeah, that was what I was after. I wanted her to scream. I wanted everyone who walked by this room to hear her. To hear the shouts and pleasure of this amazing woman.

I nursed her through that orgasm and then another.

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