Tease (Cloverleigh Farms, #8)

by Melanie Harlow

“Cheese toasts!” I shrieked. “My avocado, pomegranate, and chèvre crostini are not cheese toasts!”

And my heart still did that strange quickening thing when she got close to me, the thing that tied my tongue and heated my insides and put troubling questions in my head, like, What would it be like to kiss her? What would she do if I took her hand? Should I tell her I want to be more than friends?

“Want me to buy the app and shut it down?” She gasped. “Oh my God, can you? No, wait. Don’t do that—it’s a really helpful thing for a lot of people and businesses. Just not for me at the moment.”

I was shy and reserved in public but dominant and controlling in the bedroom. Actually, that one I liked.

“Fine. But if I change my mind about the app, would you really buy it and shut it down for me?” “In a heartbeat.”

“I said that we’re engaged.” “You said what?” “I said that we were engaged. Well, I said that I was engaged to a hot billionaire, and then when Mimi asked who, I said you. You’re the only hot billionaire I know.” She thinks I’m hot was what registered first, and it fired up my insides a little.

“It’s okay. You look beautiful.” I opened the door for her. She stopped abruptly in the doorway and looked at me. “I do?” For a second, I was afraid I’d said something wrong. My collar felt tight. “Yes. But it’s not that I don’t think you look beautiful other times. I always think you’re beautiful. I just meant that right now you⁠—” “Hey.” She smiled again and put a finger over my lips for a moment. “It’s okay. It was a nice compliment. You’ve just never said that to me before.”

she surprised me by putting her arms around my neck and pressing her body full-length against mine in a giant hug. “Thanks a lot for coming here tonight,” she said. “I know it was hard for you.” The words hard for you buzzed through my head as my cock came to life in my pants. Could she feel it? I was an expert in concealing my inner thoughts, but hiding an erection was a trickier task.

She leaned back so I could see her face, but she kept her arms looped around my neck, her hips resting on mine.

She kissed my cheek, which did nothing to stop the rush of ...

“Thanks.” I glanced at him, and my belly did the funny flip-flop thing again. He looked so good. He’d taken off his coat and tie, loosened his collar, and cuffed up his sleeves. He had this one lock of hair that refused to submit to any product or stay off his face. It was always springing forward onto his forehead in a way that made me want to brush it out of his eyes.

“So you just say, ‘I want a kitchen full of beautiful things, here’s my credit card?’ And you don’t have to shop for anything yourself?” “Exactly. That’s the best part about making a lot of money—you can pay people to do the things you don’t want to do, like shopping.”

Why did that turn me on lol

Thunder boomed, so powerful it shook the house. “This is crazy,” I whispered to myself, but I threw the covers back, swung my feet to the floor, hurried over to the door and threw it open. Then I gasped. Hutton stood there in the dark—shirtless—his hand raised as if he’d been about to knock.

But I barely heard any of it, because for the first time, I was actually kissing the girl I’d been wanting to kiss since I was fifteen.

Her lips remained closed, but they were just as soft and sweet as I’d imagined them, and even though the kiss was as chaste as it had to be with such a big audience, I didn’t want it to end.

didn’t mind when you kissed me, Hutton.” “You didn’t?” She shook her head.

“Tiffany.” Hutton surprised me by answering. “It’s at Tiffany in New York. We’re going to fly there this week and pick it up.” “You are?” Winnie asked. “We are?” I stared at Hutton. “Yes.” He met my eyes and gave me a sexy little smile. “Surprise.”

“Hi,” she whispered. “Hey.” “I was wondering if you wanted to practice now.” My cock, already standing at full attention, twitched with excitement. “Yeah. I do.” “Should I get in your bed?” “Definitely.”

She walked tentatively to the empty side and stood there for a moment, like she wasn’t sure I meant this bed right here. But I wanted her too much and I’d been waiting far too long to let my nerves keep this from happening. Now that I was sure she wanted this too, I reached out and grabbed her by the forearm. “Come here.”

She laughed as I pulled her into bed with me and easily slipped her body beneath mine, stretching out on top of her, pinning her wrists above her shoulders. The laughter faded as she felt my erection thick and hard between us. “Oh,” she whispered. “Is this okay?” She ...

My body ignited as I crushed my mouth to hers like I’d dreamed of...

A groan emerged from deep in my throat. I kissed her again, more savagely this time, pinching her nipple with my fingertips, twisting and tugging gently. My dick ached beneath her hand, and I yearned to feel her fist wrapped around it.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt. “I could practice undressing you.” “I definitely think you should,” she panted.

“It all worked out. I’m exactly where I want to be.” “Me too,” she whispered, her fingers threading into my hair. “I’m exactly where I want to be too.”

Being with her almost felt like a memory of something that hadn’t happened yet—maybe a memory of a dream. She was familiar to me, and yet she was a revelation.

“It’s like the old days.” I nudged his leg with my foot. “Sitting here working next to you like this.” “It’s better,” he argued, tipping his chair back on two legs.

I feigned shock, my mouth forming an O. “You mean you weren’t really coming to my room with no shirt on to see if I was thirsty? I’m aghast! You had me totally fooled!”

Bracing himself above me, he lowered his chest over mine pushup-style and buried his face in my neck. “You smell fucking great. And I’m only going to make you get sweatier.”

“Compromise—how about you give me ten quick minutes in the shower and then you join me?” “Five minutes.” He stood up and adjusted the crotch of his pants. “Go.”

Less than five minutes later, Hutton barged in, buck naked with one hell of an erection. But he stopped short at the sight of me in the tub.

“Felicity, there’s no way we’re both going to fit in that bathtub.” “I’m not saying it won’t be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure two people as skilled in geometry as we are can come up with a solution to this problem.” I sat up and turned off the water. “For example, you can lie on your back and I’ll lie on top of you—a parallelogram. Or you can sit, and I’ll straddle your lap—more of a trapezoid. Or,” I said, getting to my knees, “you can stand, and I’ll kneel in front of you.” His cock twitched again. “And what do you call that?” I licked my lips. “A blowjob.” Without further argument, he stepped into the tub.

But I couldn’t answer. I was mesmerized—by the muscles that worked as he stroked himself—arm and shoulder and abs. By the way he stood, like he wasn’t ashamed—head up, chest proud, breath coming faster. And by the way his eyes remained on me, their shade of blue hotter and more piercing than a moment ago.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded in a voice I’d never heard him use, a voice that couldn’t be refused. Besides, he’d done it for me.

“But then you met me,” she said brightly. “And that was a good thing, right?” “That was a good thing.” “Until I made you pretend to be my fiancé. Attend social gatherings. Host dinner parties.” “Yes, but . . .” Rolling over, I covered her body with mine, eager to lose myself in her again. “It also has its perks.”

“No, thanks. Mostly I just want to take these heels off.” “Leave them on.” I was already bending down to unbuckle one ankle strap. I looked up and saw him standing there with his glass in his hand. “What?” “Leave them on. And come over here.” I straightened up and took one tiny step. “On your hands and knees.”

“Good girl,” he said quietly, igniting a firestorm in my blood that surprised me. “Now come here.” My heart thrummed fast and loud as I lowered my palms to the floor and slowly closed the distance between us. I’d never done anything like this in my life—who am I right now?—but I liked the way it made me feel.

When I reached his feet, I sat back on my heels and looked up. Our eyes met. His lean, muscular silhouette looked imposing above me. Even that rebel lock of hair had been tamed into submission tonight. He took another sip of his drink and set the glass on the table. Pulled the chair at the head of the table aside. Loosened the knot in his tie.

“I don’t need to inflict pain to feel in control, if that’s what you’re asking.” “Okay. Should I⁠—” But that was all I got out because he spun me around and clamped a hand over my mouth, pressing his body tight against my back. “Shhh.

“Shhh. From now on, you don’t speak until I ask a question. You don’t move unless I tell you how. You don’t come until I give you permission. Nod if you understand.”

When I went to step out of it, he grabbed my hips. “You don’t move unless I tell you to.” His tone was low and stern. A reprimand. I opened my mouth to apologize and caught myself. He met my eyes in the window reflection. “Good girl. You learn quickly.” Desire hummed beneath my skin.

“Those heels have been driving me crazy all night. I want to do such bad things to you in those heels.”

He took my arms and crossed my wrists at the small of my back. Then he wound the silk tie around them. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, binding my hands and pulling the knot tight. “So sweet. So polite. Like a princess. And you smell so good.” He buried his face in the curve of my neck and inhaled, then pressed his lips to my throat.

A little whimper escaped me, and I stepped out of the dress, spreading my legs. “No.” His tone was sharp, and he backed away from me. “That’s breaking a rule, princess.” He began to unbuckle his belt. “You don’t move unless I tell you to. But I can help you remember to obey.”

He crouched down, grabbed the ankle with the dress around it, and lifted it up. After tossing the dress aside, he placed my feet side by side and wound his leather belt around my ankles, securing it tightly. When he was satisfied I couldn’t move either my arms or my legs, he straightened up. Locked eyes with me again in the glass. Removed his jacket. Unbuttoned his cuffs. Rolled up his sleeves. Picked up his glass and took a sip of his whiskey.

“You’re wet already.” “Yes,” I whimpered. He pinched my nipple, hard. “That wasn’t a question. But since you’re having such a hard time staying quiet, I’ll give you permission to speak. Do you want to watch me make you come?”

Finally, I went limp in his arms. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice low in my ear. “You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed my throat, my shoulder, and the back of my neck, before easing my upper body forward so my chest and cheek rested on the cool wooden tabletop. “Yes,” he said, running his hand down my spine. “I want you just like this.”

“Surrender is harder than I thought.” “I know it is.” He set the glass down. “But you’re doing so well, princess. You’re such a good girl, and I’m going to give you what you want.”

“But you have to tell me what that is.” “I want you to fuck me,” I said without hesitation. He laughed again. “What happened to my sweet princess? Where are her manners?” “I want you to fuck me, please?” I tried.

Both of us moaned as he pushed inside me, every hot, thick inch stretching and filling me until his hips met my ass. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulled back and did it again, and again, and again. “Fuck,” he growled. “It’s so tight. So hot. And you look so fucking good.”

didn’t have a condom. That’s why I did it that way. Although truth be told, that’s what I wanted to do to you.” “I liked it.”