Page 122 of Indecent Obsession
When Peabody stands from his place on the couch to follow us, I nod to him and say, “Take care of Peabody.”
Finn smirks and shrugs. “I owe you.”
Damn right he owes me. I took care of Peabody last night so he could have time alone with Sara. It’s my turn.
Sara
Dante carries me into his room like we’ve done this a million times before. Yes, we had sex in the shower that night I slept in his room, but actually just the two of us hasn’t happened much.
He lowers me to my bare feet and turns to lock the door for good measure. There’s something naughty about him locking the others out. Keeping me to himself.
The lights are on in his room and he doesn’t turn them off. I stand there waiting for him to tell me what to do. While Wyatt orders me around to dominate me, Dante’s orders feel different. More playful. Less strict.
He doesn’t punish me the way Wyatt does.
When he turns, his cool blue eyes take me in. His white shirt hangs to midthigh on me. Beneath it, I’m naked and aching for whatever he wants to do to me.
He towers over me. His warmth seeps deep into my skin and his ocean scent flows over me. After we fucked earlier, he put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants. The outline of his cock presses against the soft fabric. I wet my lips. He’s hard and ready for me.
Swallowing, I lift my gaze to his. “How do you want me, boss?”
He brushes my hair over my shoulder. Shivers race through me. I’m a little sore from earlier, but I can’t wait to have him inside me again.
Taking my shoulders, he turns me to face the wall mirror. He looms behind me, huge and intimidating. Any other man his size would be terrifying but Dante is intoxicating.
“Take off my shirt, pip.” He plucks at the dress shirt covering me.
I lift my trembling hands to the buttons and slowly release each of them. When the shirt falls open and I begin to shrug it off, he puts his hands on my shoulders.
“Wait.” The word is soft.
I don’t say anything, just breathe in this moment. Breathe him in.
I never could have imagined how much I would want Dante. Attraction was one thing. This deep, pulsing need is another. I thought I could only feel this way for one man, so I made the choice. Wyatt.
But fuck, I’m glad I don’t have to choose, because I don’t think I could give up any of them. Definitely not Dante.
His attention is on my reflection and I’m captivated by the expression of longing on his face.
His hands come to rest on the sides of his shirt right above my breasts. When he opens the shirt to reveal my body, I suck in a harsh breath at the sizzle of anticipation coursing through me. My skin is flushed pink.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, pip?” He draws it open farther, pulling it over my shoulders and dragging it down along my skin.
I shiver. In his arms, I feel gorgeous.
He drops the shirt on the floor by our feet. “The first time I saw you naked, spread out on your bed, I couldn’t breathe. It was wrong to watch, but nothing had ever felt more right.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, letting it ripple over my back, tickling me. I don’t speak. I don’t want to disrupt the spell he’s casting over me.
“Touch your breast, pip.” He wets his lips as our gazes lock in the mirror. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
My hands cup my heavy breasts. I slide my fingers over my tightened nipples. His eyes take in all of me. I grow even wetter as I massage my breasts and tease my nipples, knowing he’ll touch me soon. His hands remain in my hair as my arousal deepens.
“Slide your hands down to your belly.”
When I do as he asks, his large hands come around to take the place of my hands on my breasts. I suck in a breath as he touches me the same, but somehow makes it feel ten times more intense.
“Like this, pip?” His fingers caress my nipples.
