Page 115 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Yeah. It is. It’s definitely possible.”
I sucked in air, forced myself to calm down.
When he backed away, I dropped my head. “I need you tonight.”
“Me?”
“Yes. In my bed.” I lifted my head, held his stare. “All night. Can you give me that?”
“Yes, Master,” he said softly. “I can give you anything.”
“Anything?” I stepped toward him, backing him against the counter. Somehow, I managed to keep my hands to myself. “All of yourself? Can you give me that?”
“If you’ll take it … of course I will.”
My heart felt like it would explode. The pain was intense. I had to breathe through it, worried I was about to have a fucking heart attack at the age of thirty-one.
“But I need you to understand something.”
I lifted my eyebrows, urging him to tell me.
“I love her.”
“Everly?”
“And Isaac,” he said, and I could tell it pained him to tell me this. “In a way that’ll never make sense to anyone.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
“But what they have … it defies logic, reason,” he whispered. “I’ll never have that with any of you. Not because I don’t think I’m worthy. More so because … I’m me.”
“We’ll see about that,” I told him. I already knew that all of this defied logic. And though no one had broached the subject with Isaac, my brother would figure it out. In time.
“I hope you’re not tired,” I told him as we approached my bedroom.
He chuckled. “Not in the slightest.”
I opened the door, stepped inside. Before the door was closed completely, I backed Dante against it, crushed my mouth to his. We were both naked, which made exploring him with my hands that much easier. And I did, my palms roaming over all that smooth, warm skin. His moans of pleasure spurred me on.
And though I knew I would never have his whole heart, I prayed I would have hers. Without it, I wasn’t sure I would ever be complete.
By the time we stumbled over to the bed, we were both frantic, mouths moving together, hands searching, seeking.
As though he sensed what I needed, Dante took the reins. I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was in control, but he was far more assertive than I’d ever seen him. Forcing me onto my back, he knelt between my legs, inhaling my cock into the warm haven of his mouth.
I cried out, hips jerking upward. He never slowed. He took his time, sucking, licking, driving me out of my fucking mind. I took the time to watch him. His shabby blond hair swayed as he bobbed his head, that chiseled jaw flexed as he took my cock deep into his throat. He was a beautiful man, in so many ways, and I felt incredibly lucky that I’d found him.
When I neared the brink, I slid my hand in his hair, tightened my grip. “Don’t you dare make me come,” I growled in warning. “I’ll be deep in your ass when I do that.”
He moaned, as though that was the best thing he’d heard all damn night.
Releasing his hair, I gripped his arms, jerked him up on the bed with me, and sealed my lips to his. I kissed him, losing myself in his warmth even as I rolled us so that he was beneath me. This was where I liked him most. Under me.
“Don’t move,” I bit out, pushing to my knees.
I reached for the nightstand, retrieved the lubricant I kept there.
And while he stared up at me with those bottomless blue eyes, I generously lubed my cock, applying some to his in the process. I stroked us both. His eyes glittered as they watched the movement of my hands.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered, still stroking.
His feet shifted so they were flat on the bed.
“Knees to your chest.”
Dante grabbed his knees, pulling them toward his chest, opening him to me.
My gaze dropped to his asshole as I leaned forward, guiding myself home.
We both drew in big gulps of air as I thrust inside him.
I took him, driving in hard and deep, rocking forward, back. Retreating. I relied on the control he willingly gave me, used it to drive us both higher and higher. I wasn’t gentle, but I knew I didn’t have to be. Dante knew what I needed, accepted it, offered his complete submission. And even when I thought I was out of control, I knew I wasn’t. He would hold me together, keep me in one piece. Which meant I had to trust him.
The same way he trusted me.
“Dante.” His name came out as a plea.
“Master! Please … oh, fuck. Feels so good.”
His head fell back, hand reaching for his cock. He jerked himself roughly while I hammered into him. His ass clamped down on me, milking my cock until the leash on my control threatened to snap.
