She swallowed hard.
He turned back to her and tipped his head to the weapon in her hand.
“Are you planning on using that tonight?” His lips curled up in the corner.
She glanced down at the pink gun and shook her head. “Not unless you give me a reason.”
“Why don’t we put that up then, because I promise, you won’t have a reason to shoot me.” He moved to her and gently reached down and took the gun from her. “Where you want it?”
The scent of his cologne captivated her. Her pussy clenched with need.
It had to be a sin to smell that good.
“The desk.” She stood frozen in place watching him walk over and put it back in the drawer. “Myles.”
He stalked back to her, his intense gaze locked on her. He reached for her and crushed her to him. Her breath escaped her as his mouth covered hers.
There was no need to speak.
It was like he’d known she needed him.
What the hell would she do once she returned home?
His tongue plundered her mouth, instantly taking control of the kiss. She tasted the slight hint of alcohol and mint.
Roxxy leaned into him, allowing him the control.
She gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, breaking them apart. She tossed it over her shoulder. Her hands went to his belt.
His went to her robe.
He parted the silk material and released a curse.
“You are perfection,” he murmured.
“As are you,” she breathed, leaning her face against his chest. She successfully opened his belt and went for the button of his pants. A shiver slid down her spine as the soft material fell down. She released him to allow it to fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Her core ached to have him between her legs.
He kicked off his shoes. She helped him push down his pants. She knelt on the floor in front of him. Her reward sprang free once they removed his final piece of clothing.
Without waiting, she reached for his long, thick cock and brought it to her lips. She licked the entire length of it before coming back to the wide, blunt tip.
“Yes,” he hissed.
She met his gaze and held it while she wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. She slowly introduced it into her mouth. He threaded his fingers in her hair, displacing the bun from the top of her head.
Moisture collected at the apex of her thighs.
She had been craving the feeling of Myles’s hard body underneath her fingertips.
Roxxy took her time worshipping the man before her.
His dick was one that should be cherished.
Using both of her hands, she gripped him and ran them up and down his shaft in tandem with her mouth. She hummed and took great pleasure in wringing every moan and gasp from Myles.
His hold tightened in her hair.
She could feel a tremble snaking its way through him.
She had him.
She opened her eyes and looked up. He stood there, his muscles tensed with his brow slightly furrowed. His chest was rising and falling fast.
This big strong man is putty in my hands.
Roxxy wanted to see him fall apart.
Never had she ever wanted to please someone before.
She increased her pace and hold on his shaft.
“Roxxy,” he called out.
She ignored the slight pain from her hair being pulled and relished the fact that she was sending him over the brink of orgasm. His hips thrust forward. She allowed him to fuck her mouth. The slight taste of saltiness met her tongue, and she knew he was close. She held on to him tight and sucked harder, refusing to take her eyes off him.
His eyes flew open and met hers. With a shout, he paused his hips while his salty release flowed into her mouth.
Roxxy swallowed every drop.
