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Cocky Bastard

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Here comes the lioness.
Chance was walking out of the bathroom as I walked in. He had nothing on but a plush white towel wrapped around his narrow waist. It was dark, but the lights coming from the Vegas strip outside of the bedroom windows illuminated the room enough so I could see. Droplets of water glistened from his chest. He was quite literally breathtaking, because my heart was beating wildly in my chest, and it felt like all of the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs when he caught sight of me.
We stared at each other wordlessly for a moment. The flex of his jaw as he tried to hold my eyes was a testament to how hard he attempted to resist. But he lost the internal battle he had waged when his eyes dropped. I watched each and every second as he took me in. First, my breasts—perky nipples taut and waiting—greeted him. His chest heaved up and down. I felt the caress of his touch on my skin as his eyes continued their descent lower. He took his time to appreciate the narrow of my waist, curve of my hip and flatness of my stomach. Both of our breaths were shallow and fast when his eyes reached still lower, falling on my thin landing strip. Between my legs was soaked, and we hadn’t even touched yet. I almost lost it when he licked his lips.
“Aubrey,” he groaned in warning. It sounded like he was in actual physical pain. “I—”
He was about to reject me again, and there was no way I could bare it. I wanted him desperately—even knowing I’d only be getting a piece. I pressed my finger to his lips and silenced him. Shock registered on his face when my other hand yanked the towel from around his waist free. I held it up in front of his face and ceremoniously let it drop to the floor.
Chance was gloriously hard, and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. “We need to consummate our marriage.”
He closed his eyes, and for a few agonizing seconds, I waited. When they reopened, everything was different. His pupils were dilated, wild and crazy, filled with desire and raw need. It was like looking in a mirror.
“Get up on the desk.” He lifted his chin toward the floor to ceiling windows. A long desk was positioned so you could sit and look out onto the strip while working. There was an edge to his voice, a stern demanding tone that I’d never heard him use before. It made my knees weak as I crossed the room and positioned my ass where he instructed.
“I fantasize about you every night when I go to bed and wake up with a picture of you in my head and a hard-on every morning.”
I knew he was attracted to me. But his admission reflected the level of obsessive thoughts I’d been having about him. It made me brave again. “Show me. Show me how you see us when you fantasize. I want to turn your dreams into reality.”
His eyes gleamed and lips curled up to a wicked grin. “My dreams don’t have rainbows and doves. They have me, pulling your hair as I fuck you up on that desk. You want to be my real live dream, Princess?” He prowled toward me and stood directly in front of where I was perched.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
The dimples appeared. Although the big guns weren’t even necessary, I was already a goner. “Spread your legs.”
The way he was looking at me made it easy to shed my inhibitions. “You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen in my life. And that pussy…it’s even better than I imagined.”
I shivered. “You have some dirty mouth on you.”
He lowered his mouth to my breasts and looked up at me. Blue number thirteen blazed. “You’re going to like my dirty mouth even better after tonight.”
I closed my eyes as he drew my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled as he licked and sucked and then caught it between his teeth and tugged hard before moving to the left one.
A soft moan fell from my lips, and I forced my eyes open to watch him. He was devouring me with his sinful mouth. The reality was even better than the fantasy that had played through my head over and over for the last week. After taking time worshiping my breasts, his tongue traced a path from my cleavage down to my belly button. Then he dropped to his knees.
His hands spread my thighs. “Wider.”
God I wanted his mouth on me down there. I gripped the edge of the desk so tight, my knuckles turned white.
He took a good long look. I was sitting before him so bare, so exposed, that I had an overwhelming urge to close my legs and hide myself from him. But then he licked his lips again. He was actually salivating to taste me. It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
He leaned in close and blew a steady stream of air from the bottom to the top of my sex. The cool air connected with my wetness and every nerve in my body zapped to life. My breathing was completely erratic just from the anticipation. I couldn’t imagine being able to breathe once his mouth was on me.