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The Singles Table (Marriage Game #3)(88)

Author:Sara Desai

“I thought you were conducting a search,” she gasped.

He grinned at her, his mouth now hovering over her breast. With one deft move he slid his hand behind her back to flick the catch of her bra then shoved it out of the way. “I am.” The rasp of his tongue over her nipple tore a strangled cry from her throat. She writhed on the bed, but his body weight kept her lower half still and the belt kept her hands from moving.

“The first part involves lowering your defenses,” he continued. “How am I doing?”

“Well, since I can’t move and I can’t think because my brain is fuzzed with lust, I’d say pretty well.”

“Excellent.” He licked his lips. “Let’s continue.”

She shivered as he circled one breast, and the other, dragging his hot, wet tongue over her nipples until they peaked. When she didn’t think she could take any more, his palms engulfed her breasts and he squeezed and stroked until need coiled tight in her belly. She was ready. So ready. Her hips tilted up slightly, inviting.

Jay sat back, leaving her bereft. “All clear.”

“Isn’t there somewhere else you want to search?” She hated the desperate, pleading tone in her voice. But seriously? Was he going to leave her like this?

“All in good time.” He gave a smug smile before leaning down to feather kisses over her heated skin. As promised, he left no inch of her body untouched. He brushed his lips over her forehead, the curve of her ear, her neck and shoulder, working his way down to her throat. Arms and elbows. Each of her fingers one by one. Breasts, hips, and belly. Thighs and calves. Feet and toes. Still, he wouldn’t kiss her lips, or the place she wanted his kisses the most.

“I think . . .” She panted her breaths when he pushed to his knees and undid the buttons on his shirt. “You might have forgotten something.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. “I was saving the best for last.” He ground his palm over his erection.

“Tease.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Take it all off.”

“You’re not in a position to make demands.” But he didn’t make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her.

“Do you want this, sweetheart?”

She wasn’t complaining about the term of endearment now. “Very much.”

He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. “Maybe when I’ve finished my search.”

“What else . . .” Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders.

“The best things are found in the most secret places.” He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed.

“Jay . . .” It was a plea. It was a demand.

“That’s Mr. Dayal to you.” Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.

Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Not yet.” He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs.

“You’re very good at your job.” Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise.

“And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he’s willing to do anything to have her.”

She looked up, caught his gaze. Without his sunglasses or his gear, he wasn’t a security guard. He was Jay. Her Jay, making her feel the truth of his words. She didn’t want to pretend anymore. She wanted this part to be real.

“Kiss me.”

His face softened and he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Dark and dirty, hot and horny, sweet and utterly seductive. Damn, the man could kiss.

“I want you inside me.” She swallowed hard. “I want . . . you.”

“You have me—all of me.” He pushed deep, filling her, stretching her, making her feel every inch of him. His smoldering eyes watched her intently, sending a current of need arrowing straight to her core. When she moaned, he moved his hips in just the right way to hit her most sensitive spot. Pleasure licked through her body and she surged toward the peak.

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