Fashionably Fooled (Hot Damned #13) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,18

feel sexier,” she said thoughtfully, examining herself in the mirror. “My hips seem curvier too.”

“My exceptional Johnson has noticed,” I replied easily as I came up behind her and wrapped her in my arms, pressing proof of my statement into her back.

“Doesn’t take much for you to be aroused,” Elle said with a sly grin that made my pants tighten uncomfortably.

“All you have to do is breathe,” I whispered in her ear as she shuddered with delight.

Turning her around, I leaned in and pressed my open mouth to hers. We were made for each other. Our tongues met in perfect sensual rhythm. Our bodies aligned and rubbed sinfully together causing sparks. Flames—hers black and mine orange—mixed and danced over our heated bodies. Elle was the light in my darkness, and her fire cleansed my sins. My lover was as necessary to me as the air I breathed.

Unsure if this was leading to sex which could be awkward or possibly end in my decapitation, I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed. Elle jerked and shuddered in my arms making my dick pulse with a desire so potent I felt light-headed. I’d barely touched her and was so close to coming it was absurd.

However, this time it wasn’t for me. It was for her. And I was going to enjoy it immensely.

“Don’t move,” I instructed as I snapped my fingers and removed her clothing.

Her body was indeed fuller due to her lady time and the sheer amount of breakfast pastries she’d indulged in, but to me she was the sexiest I’d ever seen her. I suppose if I had to get stabbed with a fork, seeing her like this made it worth it.

“You’re not joining me, Devil?” she inquired with a raised brow as she waved her hand and my suit disappeared.

My laugh as I looked down at my very primed naked body made my lover grin from ear to ear. Glancing back at her, I had to physically stop myself from gasping. Her blonde hair and pale skin on the black silk duvet was the most beautiful sight I’d seen.

“New game, my beauty,” I said as I took a seat on the armchair near the bed. “No touching.”

“None at all?” she pouted.

“Have you heard of tantric sex?” I inquired.

“I invented it,” she shot back, getting excited.

I shook my head and grinned. “Of course you did, Siren. However, this version is slightly different.”

“How?” she asked suspiciously as her lavender eyes lit with desire.

“Can you reach out with your mind and touch me?” I asked, wondering if I could truly do this when all I wanted was to bury myself balls deep in the woman who made everything real for me.

“I can,” she purred as I felt her all over me, coaxing every inch of my body to life.

She hadn’t moved from the bed. It was glorious. She was very good, but I was better. When I was bad, I was very, very bad, but when I was good? I was fucking awesome.

Staring straight into her eyes and aligning my breathing with hers, I ravished her gorgeous body from head to toe without a single touch.

Elle shrieked with passion and writhed on the bed. Her back arched and her body trembled. I watched her orgasm with conceit and masculine pride. She was exquisite, and she was mine.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she said as she came back down to reality with a huge smile on her face.

“I’m not a nice man—at all,” I replied as I doubled my efforts and brought the woman I adored to heights that were as satisfying as if I’d been inside her. It was surreal and like nothing I’d ever known.

I wouldn’t have guessed I could give without taking, but seeing her pleasure was as gratifying as getting my own.

“Oh my Hell,” Elle gasped out as her body rocked with orgasmic aftershocks. “Your turn now.”

“After you come several more times,” I told her. “Right now, it’s all about you.”

“This kind of makes me feel guilty for insisting you stab yourself,” she admitted sheepishly. “It’s not fair that I’m having all the fun.”

“Trust me,” I said with an evil chuckle. “I’m enjoying myself immensely, and we’ll get to me eventually.”

“Holy shitballs on fire,” Martha yelled from the doorway. “I told you his deedle-honk had to be big, but that man-yam is fuckin’ enormous. Makes my lady blossom hard. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a shmackle so spectacular.”

“Slap my ass and call me Gary,” Jane gasped out.

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