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“And now you do…” He ducked to kiss my lips, adding, “come with me.”
Rafe rocked his hips in the most delicious tease and my breath caught. He was so hot it was ridiculous. “You’re playing dirty, and I love it. But there’s something I want to show you. We’ll come back to bed, I promise.”
“Merry Christmas,” he said quietly, brushing my nose with his own. The softness of the caress sent a shiver through my limbs and settled in my smile. “Merry Christmas.”
Rafe was setting out coffee and croissants on the coffee table, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was slicked back, damp from our shower. I paused on the bottom step, unable to take my eyes off the V-shaped slope of his naked back. The faint red lines from my nails made the sight better somehow.
“Nothing. It’s just my face. I can’t help it. If you must know, I’m trying not to rip off that robe, throw you down on the floor and fuck you until you scream.”
He groaned, a gritty noise low in the back of his throat, fists clenched by his sides. “Get over here,” he demanded roughly.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you,” Rafe gritted out. “No fucking idea.”
“This ass… The things I want to do to it.”
He crushed our lips together again, a greedy lick into my mouth, kissing me so hard I grasped at his shoulders the way I needed to gasp for air.
Rafe breathed against the slope of my shoulder, mouthing delicate kisses that belied the fierce grip he had on my waist. “You better answer it then.” “We’re kind of in the middle of something here,” I said, rubbing at the bulge in his sweatpants until he paused his torment to choke out a groan. “Do it. She’ll only keep ringing otherwise.”
To give him a taste, I parted the robe fully and opened my thighs, smiling when Rafe’s eyes darkened. “What will you be doing today?” Mum asked. Climbing Rafe like a tree. Getting bent over the sofa hopefully.
Rafe clutched the back of the sofa, captivated by the trail of my fingers as I circled my breasts. My nipples tightened. I needed to get off the phone.
Rafe rounded the sofa and without the back in the way I had the perfect view of his thick, hard cock tenting the front of his sweatpants. Thank god for light grey sweatpants. I clenched my legs together, something, anything to alleviate the pulse between my thighs. One touch, just one touch and I was going to come. I was sure of it.
“Not at all,” I squeaked out as one of Rafe’s big hands circled my ankle and smoothed up the length of my calf, sending a rush of goosebumps in its wake. I clenched my eyes closed for a second.
Rafe bought my leg up to his mouth, his breath warm against my skin, and I wasn’t even sure what I was saying anymore.
Rafe chuckled against my leg and kissed my inner ankle. “Impossible.” “Take my socks off first,” I said, intending to pick up where we left off. He traced a fingertip along the elastic around my ankle. “Your feet might get cold.” “I don’t care. Socks aren’t sexy.” He laughed. “I disagree. You’re wearing them.”
try,” he said with a cheeky grin. “And it wasn’t bullshit. Everything you do, everything about you is incredibly sexy to me.”
Rafe’s grin was slow to rise, like just you wait. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the roll of red ribbon, and my eyes blew wide.
The bed frame wasn’t conducive to tying me to it though, nothing but a plain old headboard, and as if he’d heard my thoughts, Rafe admitted, “This would work better in my bed at home,” almost annoyed he hadn’t tried it there yet.
Rafe crossed my wrists and looped the silk around them multiple times. “Look at me,” he whispered, and ripped the ribbon with his teeth the moment I did, just like that. The ends freed allowed him to fasten a bow, loose enough that I could probably break free.
His hungry gaze swept down the length of my body. With my arms above my head, I was stretched taut, my back arched a little, thrusting my breasts higher on my chest. His breath grew heavy the longer he stared, and it was like an electric shock when he circled my nipple with the teasing tip of his finger, over and over again until they drew in hard and tight. “This is torture,” I gasped out with a whine. “Not even close,” he murmured, and replaced his finger with his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple and giving it a quick hard suck.
Rafe gave me another blistering look as he shucked off his sweatpants, plucking a condom from the bed and rolling it down his hard length. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed, my breath leaving me in a whoosh. A second later my bound legs were wrenched up onto his shoulder, and he paused to brush a soft kiss against my ankle bone, right above the line of silk. I watched him, breathless, as he positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly sank inside. “Fuck,” he breathed out, holding still and closing his eyes, one hand gripping my thigh – to anchor me or himself, I wasn’t
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Rafe looked down at me again, drawing out just enough before shoving back inside me with the kind of thrust that made my breasts bounce.
His eyes were glued to where he moved inside of me, mouth set with a snarl, and his thrusts picked up the pace, as if the sight electrified the action.
“What do you need, Talia? Tell me. Fucking tell me,” he demanded roughly, hips pistoning back and forth. I desperately wanted to touch him, needed to grip the muscle of his ass and feel it clench as he powered into me, and I struggled against the binding at my wrists. “Touch me,” I managed somehow. “Rub my clit.” A growl ripped from his chest, and he swept one hand up to my breasts, squeezing the weight, pinching my nipple, everywhere I hadn’t begged for but somehow he knew I needed. My head rocked side to side and just when I was on the edge of begging for more, Rafe slid his fingers down to
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“Yes, come all over me,” he said tightly. “Fuck.”
until I threw my hands around his neck, smoothing them up to his jawline, touching him the way I needed. His gaze darted between mine, his expression softened. I pulled him down to my mouth and kissed him hungrily, hoping he heard everything I wasn’t yet brave enough to say.
but round two ended with Talia flat on her back on top of the board, fake money and game pieces scattered everywhere. It took ten minutes to find the little silver top hat while we settled on a draw.
stretched and clasped my hands behind my head and watched her move, eating up the sight of her smooth, solid thighs, my grin dark when she bent over. I’d never tire of that view.
“I’m very much awake now.” I winked, nodding at my cock tenting the sheet.
“A gift, for me?” “Already unwrapped.” She shook her head softly, fingertips pressed against her smile. “But I didn’t get you one. What can I get you?” “How about you come up here and sit on my face. That’d be gift enough.”
