The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair, #1) novel Chapter 26

Presley

I’ve never felt anything so intense. My thighs quake and my hips shove against Dominic’s mouth in uncontrollable desperation, in my need to be even closer. The sensation is almost too much, but I’m not about to back down now. I’m so close, so maddeningly close.

“Please,” I whimper. “I can’t take it, don’t stop!”

I’m not making any sense, but it doesn’t matter when his incredible tongue is flooding me with so much pleasure. He growls into me, and the vibration and the fiery hunger in his eyes when they scan mine tip me over.

Writhing, I stifle a scream as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had crashes through me. It goes on and on, and he doesn’t let up until I’m trembling with oversensitivity, and left feeling dazed and limp.

Holy hell!

Dominic smirks from between my legs with wolfish satisfaction. “Good, I take it?”

I nod slowly, still hazy. Good doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve just had my mind blown—by my boss. Oh God.

But I’m not going to question whether this is right or wrong. Not anymore, or at least, not tonight. Right now, I’m just eager to return the favor. The endorphins rushing through my bloodstream have commanded my brain to pipe down, and my body is the one doing the thinking.

The moment he gets back on the bed to kiss me, I’m fumbling for his shirt buttons with shaky fingers. He lets out a pleased hum as I unbuckle his belt. Together, we struggle to strip him and toss his clothes over the side of the bed without breaking our kiss.

With my eyes and hands, I devour each new inch of his exposed skin. His naked body is perfect, every angle and muscle sculpted by a classical artist. And when he slips off his boxers and his hard length springs free, my body gives an involuntary clench.

“You are unfairly hot,” I mumble.

He laughs. “Glad you appreciate the view.”

It’s an amazing one. But after so many days of being forced to content myself with just looking, I’m not waiting another second to taste. I scoot down his body to straddle his lower legs and bring my face close to his cock. Long, thick, flushed, and dripping . . . all because of me. I did this to him.

And now I get to do a lot more. I lick my lips.

He blinks. “You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to.” So damn bad. I’ve been repressing fantasies about it since my first day at Aspen.

He strokes my hair. “Are you sure? Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable wi—”