Tempt Me (Tattoos and Temptation #1) - Mia Monroe Page 0,32

my waist, resting there. “I know what I am doing. You wanted a leader, someone to guide you, no?”

“Yep.”

“If you let me, I will lead you places you never imagined you would go. If you trust me…” He pauses, searching my eyes with that glimmer in his. “I will unlock all the secrets for you. I will show you what you have been missing.”

I nod. “I want that.”

“With me?”

“Absolutely.”

A flash of insecurity touches his face before he blinks it away. “You find me attractive?”

“I find you far more than attractive. I am…enraptured.”

A smile splits his lips. “I am flattered. I will tell you sometime what I think of you.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I will not tell you with words. I will show you with my touch.”

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You are so sexy.”

“I was your understudy.”

I shake my head. “Thank you for tonight, Felix. All of it. I’ve never been the one…” I chuckle. “I guess I was gonna say I’ve never been on the receiving end of the date. It was really nice.”

“It was my absolute pleasure.” He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. “I understand there are plans for Saturday night, to go to the club. Are you going?”

“Oh, I’m glad you reminded me. I planned to ask you if you wanted to go.”

“I think it will be fun.”

“Me too. I’ll come pick you up?”

“Perfect.” He moves slightly closer. “A kiss before I go?”

“Yeah.”

Our lips collide again, hungry, desperate, but this kiss is slower, lingering as if Felix is cataloguing the details in his mind. I sure the fuck am. It’s over too quickly, and when he slides away, I swear part of me goes with him.

“I wondered if we would have chemistry,” he says, his eyes roaming over my face. “Question answered.”

“Definitely. Text when you get home?”

“Okay. Bonsoir, Apollo.”

“Goodnight, Felix.”

I watch him drive away, my heart straining in my chest as if trying to jump out and chase after him. Tonight was a game-changer, and as much as I should probably be thinking about what it means for us, I have a more pressing concern.

Inside the house, I tear off my clothes, fall in my bed, and reach inside the nightstand for the lube. Within seconds, I’m stroking my cock, replaying the heat of that kiss, the pressure of his body against mine, imagining what his dick would feel like sliding down my throat. Sliding inside of me.

I moan his name, lost in the fantasy of Felix dominating me. In my head, his sweet, accented voice is raspy and demanding as he uses my body for his pleasure. I lift my legs for him, offering myself to a man for the first time. He praises me with beautiful words of French, his gorgeous eyes steeped in lust for me as he pushes his way inside. I relax to let him in, drowning in him as he fills me, takes me, fucking owns me.

That’s all it takes for me to reach the edge. My orgasm rips through me, making me feel as though I’m made of fabric and being torn apart, but it isn’t painful. It’s next level, one of the strongest I’ve ever had. As my cum flows from my cock, splattering so high it hits my chin, I sink into my mattress.

His text comes through while I’m cleaning up. I read it three times, mostly because of the three hearts he added.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but whatever it is, I’m doing it with Felix.

Felix

After a restless night, I pull myself from bed for a shower before work. How could I sleep when the feeling of his lips burned on mine all night? I was agitated beyond what a solo jerk off session could handle. No. This is a fire I cannot put out alone. I’ve spent half my life dreaming of kissing Apollo, and last night it happened.

I step in the shower, praying the water will revive me and push thoughts of my Greek god far enough away to focus on work for the day. I wanted to go inside his house last night, peel his clothes off, and show him the desire I’ve held inside all these years. I was bold, kissing him, but it was worth whatever happens next.

Hours later, I finish the cake I’ve been working on since four, but I have one thing I wanted to add. I'm planning to surprise Briar, so I wait until he leaves with Jude for lunch before busting out the materials I need.

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