Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,85
more exciting kind of woman? A jet-setting, adventurous, I’ll-try-anything-once type who didn’t give him trouble every time he politely requested—demanded—something of her?
Nervous and edgy now, she closed the door and backed away until she was at the foot of the bed. She saw the phone beside the bundles, and for once didn’t have the urge to call Miranda and ask for advice. Her focus went to the bathroom door as she tried to figure this out herself.
She blinked when it opened and Lucian came out with a black towel riding low on his hips. She didn’t stop herself from giving him one thorough eye-fucking, and also didn’t hold her tongue.
“You have a very tight ass for someone who spends his days sitting in an office.”
His head came up and the muscles in his back stiffened as he turned from the dresser he’d ended up in front of—the move hid those firm buttocks from her.
The erotic sound of a lone trumpet came from behind him, accompanied by a distinctively Central American flavored drum beat. Frantic, sweaty sex filled her head. Not the kind of music she’d been talking about when she’d asked for her phone back. She hid what she was feeling and raised a brow at the disapproval twisting his mouth.
“Oh, is the ogling a one-way thing?” she said with false confusion. “Am I not allowed to openly lust after your body? Because I do.” God help her, but she so did. “Does that bother you, Frosty? Can I call you Frosty? Does being wanted for nothing more than what you can do for me in bed make you feel icky? Or on the floor? Or…” She looked around. “Up against the wall?”
He came to stand in front of her. “Is this your way of asking me to fuck you against the wall, pet? Are you feeling neglected? Needy? Insatiable little thing. If I order you to your hands and knees, how quickly will you assume the position for me? And just so you are aware of how generous Frosty is; many owners demand their pets adopt that stance the moment they enter the room. If this was a traditional relationship, you would have dropped down without thought and would be looking up at me with your gorgeous ass twitching in greeting. And if I were a real asshole, I would expect that slippery little tongue of yours to be rolled out like a red carpet.”
Okay. She wouldn’t go here again. He was better at it than she was. She dragged her focus away from his chiseled abs.
“Speaking of asses, judging by its placement, I will assume you did not see what I left you.” He leaned to the side and picked something up from her makeup table. “You mentioned a tail.” He held up an honest-to-God tail that was the exact same color as her hair. She was hypnotised by the movement of his long fingers as they stroked the gleaming onyx plug it was attached to. “I will insert this and you will wear it the next time I have you.”
She was about to refuse, point blank with a laugh and a fuck off, but the protest was cut short when the cabinet full of money and all the bold women who must throw themselves at him rushed through her mind. He rattled her brain when he slid the long cone shape into his mouth. It was wet when he withdrew it.
“I will not only insert it; I will make you love it. Crave it. When I am done with you, having this tail in place will feel as natural as having my shaft buried deep in your hot pussy.”
Her core clenched in response to his dirty mouth, readying for playtime even as her mind berated her for being so fucking easy. “I…I haven’t experimented with that kind of thing before.”
A rumbling sound of satisfaction came from his throat. “Then it will be Frosty’s absolute pleasure to claim your virginity.” He placed the side of his thumb under her chin and lifted her head so his lips could reach the center of her throat. “I will take it, and I will treasure it. Do not doubt that.” After a light suck to her tingling skin, he straightened.
“Okay.” She figuratively plugged her nose and jumped off the edge into the deep end. “I will wear your tail.”
He looked at her, his brows lowering. “Pardon me?”