by Shayne Ford
Smoothly, I raise my arms and reach back, curling my hands around his neck. He buries his lips inside my hair again, the scent of my perfume colliding with the aroma of his cologne, a cloud of heat and sexual tension wrapping around us.
His palms lie flat on my stomach before he slowly slides them up. Pleasure spreads through me as he tugs the cups down and palms my bare breasts.
I moan and arch, my butt sweeping his groin, rubbing his shaft. I start to sway my hips as if I dance, grinding my rear against his cock as he begins to knead my breasts and kiss my neck.
His name almost falls from my lips wrapped in a moan the moment he slides his hand between my legs and touches me. Electric sparks fly up my back, wetness soaking my panties.
Hot, I turn around.
To my surprise, he tears his hands away and takes a step back.
“Now, you dance for me,” he says, grinning and pulling away.
Just like that.
I watch him walk away, my eyes stitched to his broad shoulders. He sprawls into the red chair while I strut to him. His eyes undress me without shame.
“Take it off,” he says.
I turn to stone, my words falling back to my throat.
I shake my head.
He smiles.
“It’s easier to take it off now than later on,” he mutters, and I wish I knew what exactly does he mean by later on.
Later on here or somewhere else?
A new tune floats in the air, the trumpet filling the air with a nostalgic song.
I start dancing in front of him.
Swaying my hips, I lift my arms and begin waving my body. The beat is perfect, not too fast and not too slow, just as it would be when two bodies share pleasure.
He runs his gaze up and down on me before he focuses on my eyes. I get a brush with panic for a moment, fearing that he might be able to see me.
He beckons me to him.
Without much choice, I slide my knees on either side of him and start dancing on his lap. Leaning back into his seat, he spreads his arms on top of the chair and watches me.
It’s not any kind of watching.
Slightly tilting his head back, he narrows his eyes and curves his lips into a smile.
He preys on me–– the way he usually does, and surely gets a kick out of seeing me dancing myself into a meltdown.
A sly smile brushes his lips, and his mischievous gaze follows my moves as I become one with the music.
As much as I arch my back and push my chest out, he keeps his gaze on my eyes. Sweat trickles down on my chest. I wish I could take the corset off now.
He was right. Of course, he was. But that was not an option.
At least that’s what I thought.
I thread my fingers through my hair, lift it up and let the air cool my skin. He straightens in his chair as if he knows I’m close.
Slowly, he runs his hand up his fly, teasingly brushing his erection. I feel a rush, and my focus shatters.
I land right on his lap, and his hand goes straight to my neck, locking me on top of him. He pulls close to me, and I breathe hard against his lips as he slides his hand between my legs and pulls the strap of fabric to the side.
I’m done.
My breath stops flowing for a moment, every nervous tendril in my body getting fired up by the sensation sweeping my body.
His fingers touch my soft, wet flesh, slowly sliding through my folds, brushing my clit, and thrusting deep into me.
My teeth bleed my lips as I try to push his name back.
“Didn’t I fucking say?” he rumbles with a hoarse voice as my hands slip inside his shirt hungry for his skin.
I’m no longer dancing.
I’m just panting and moaning, my eyes wide with shock as I feel the pleasure streaming from his fingers. He slides them in and out of me as my nails graze his chest marking his skin.
He watches me with hungry eyes as I part my lips, and groan and whimper, unable to speak or stop him as he takes me to the height of pleasure. I rock my hips across his groin, over and over again, clenching around his fingers.
He brings the other hand to my chest, hooks his fingers inside my neckline and with one move, tears the front of my corset open. A muffled scream vibrates in my throat as I completely crash onto him, breasts naked, lips burning, my center wet and pulsing.
He thrusts his fingers deeper while holding the back of my neck in a tense grip and sliding his tongue inside my mouth.
He breathes into me, quenching my thirst, and feeding his hunger.
Growling, I take his face in my hands, and kiss him back, without breathing, without caring, without realizing who and what I’m playing with.
The orgasm zaps through me as he owns my mouth. He kisses me all the way through the shudders, stroking me at the same time, his hot rock-hard shaft twitching between my legs.
I’m hot and wet, and a split second from fucking everything up as all I want is to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.
“I want to see you...” he murmurs against my lips. “Outside this place,” he adds and I still in his arms.
A soft quiver brushes my shoulders as I bring my lips to his ear.
“That’s not possible,” I whisper with a shaky voice.
He pulls back a little and searches my eyes barely hidden behind my mask. Holding my corset against my chest with one hand, I slide my knees off the love seat.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me back.
I shake my head.
His hand locks on my neck as he brings me closer to his lips, so close I can feel his breath flowing to my lungs.
“Yes, it is... You name the conditions. I satisfy them,” he says with a low, firm voice.
I ponder for a moment.
A soft grin glints in his eyes. He knows exactly where I am.
Dwelling. Right on the cusp of falling.
“Here,” he says, retrieving a business card from his pocket.
He shoves it into my hand.
“There’s my phone number and an email address. Text me or email me... Whatever. I need to hear from you.”
His voice doesn’t leave much room for debate.
Silent, I nod and make a step backward, tearing away from him.
Thrilled and sad, ecstatic and panicked I rush out the door.
To be continued
End of LEX’s Book One
LEX (Night of the Kings #4)
Also by Shayne Ford
LOVE IS WAR SERIES
A Dark Mystery Romance
FALLEN (Love is War Series #1)
BROKEN (Love is War Series #2)
TAKEN (Love is War Series #3)
OWNED (Love is War Series #4)
NIGHT OF THE KINGS SERIES
A Billionaire Romance
JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #1)
DARK JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #2)
TAMING JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #3)
ALEXANDER (Night of the Kings Series #4)
HARD LEX (Night of the Kings Series #5)
LOVING LEX (Night of the Kings Series #6)
EDWARD (Night of the Kings #7)
WILD ED (Night of the Kings #8)
TAMING ED (Night of the Kings #9)
FIGHTING ED (Night of the Kings#10)
LOVING ED (Night of the Kings #11)
DARK HEART SERIES
A Dark Romance
JADEN (Dark Heart Series #1)
WILD JADEN (Dark Heart Series #2)
JADEN’S HEART (Dark Heart Series #3)
SHADES OF LOVE
A Billionaire Dark Romance
DARK MCKENNA (Shades of Love #1)
REAL MCKENNA (Shades of Love #2)
MCKENNA (Shades of Love #3)
GOLDEN HEIR SERIES
A Billionaire Romance
SHADE (Golden Heir Series #1)
LOVING SHADE (Golden Heir Series #2)
FOREVER SHADE (Golden Heir Series #3)
WILD HEART SERIES, A Menage (MMF) Rom
ance
JAGGER (Wild Heart Series #1)
LOVING JAGGER (Wild Heart Series #2)
LOVING BRAXTON (Wild Heart Series #3)
WILD NIGHTS (Wild Heart Series #4)
FINDING HOME (Wild Heart Series #5)
STEEL SERIES (A Rock Star Romance)
A Rock Star Romance
Layla’s Story
River Steel (Steel Series #1)
Loving River (Steel Series #2)
River’s Story (Companion Books to Layla’s Books)
River (Steel Series #3)
River’s Heart (Steel Series #4)
About the Author
Shayne Ford writes epic novels. Her stories feature hot-blooded men and adventurous, soulful women. She likes to write Series that are epic, layered, character-driven, have a dash of mystery and a lot of depth. She writes what she likes to read, and people who share her taste, devour her books. Her stories are not the typical romance, nor are they formulaic or fit a mold.
She likes her lead men hot, smart, and honest.
She's a fan of muscle cars, dogs, chocolate, flowers and quiet, starry nights filled with love.
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