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Late Call (Call #1) Page 50
Author: Emma Hart

“I’ll take the black dress Mr. Stone reserved,” I say through a tightened jaw. Fucking ass**le. I’ll make him pay for this—and not in money.

“Si. He has fabulous taste, Signor Stone, does he not?” the manager questions as she wraps it in tissue paper in a box.

“Excellent.” I fake a smile. “What did you mean a moment ago? I wasn’t what you were expecting?”

Silently, she puts the lid down and slips it into a bag. “The dress is charged to Signor Stone’s account. I’m sure you will look wonderful, signora.”

“What did you mean?” My voice is harder as I push it.

She gives me a smile, one lined with the bitchiness she hasn’t hidden since she approached me. “Forgive me. It was a slip of the tongue.”

She disappears, leaving me staring after her in confusion.

***

I stir when the bed dips next to me.

“Shh.” Aaron’s breathy whisper caresses my cheek. “It’s me.”

I yawn, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“One a.m.”

“You’re late.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He pulls me into him.

He wraps his arms around me. My body is flush against his, and I snuggle into his hold. Our feet tangle together and my hands wrap around his arms. Warmth spreads through me at the touch of his lips on my head, and I smile.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding you. That’s all.”

I move deeper into his touch. “I’m still mad, you know.” I yawn again.

“I know, Bambi. I know.” He buries his face in my hair. “Sleep now.”

Chapter Seventeen

Tingles shoot through my body. I roll onto my back, open my heavy-lidded eyes, and stare into a pair of bright blue ones.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Aaron mutters back, dropping his face to mine. His lips sweep across mine softly but firmly, and he sinks his fingers deep into my hair.

“What time is it?”

“Six.” He drops kisses along my jaw and onto my neck.

“Early.”

“Mhmm.” He continues his downward journey with his mouth, pausing at my br**sts. He cups one with his hand and runs his nose along the side of it. “Beautiful.”

The tingles turn to a simmering heat when he takes my nipple in his mouth and rolls his tongue around it. His teeth graze it and he sucks lightly, easing the sting, and moves to the other. I push my head back.

“Is this how you wake a girl up?”

“It’s how I wake you up.” He flips on top of me and his large erection presses against the lace at my core.

The simmer turns to a boil, blood pumping through my body at a lightning speed. Desire floods through me at the feel of his lips on my skin and his thumbs ghosting over my hardened ni**les. My hips push into him, my body craving him and the inevitable release he’ll give.

“I forgot how impatient you are in the morning.” He licks a slow trail from my breastbone to my panty line, his tongue dipping into my belly button as he goes.

“I don’t like being… Oh, shit!”

I gasp at the fleeting touch of his tongue hitting my clit through the lace.

“What were you saying?” His nose brushes along the inside of my thigh, and he bends my legs. He hooks his finger in the side of my panties and pauses before moving them. “Hm?”

“Saying? Who was saying anything?” I crook my neck and look down at him. Air fills my lungs at my long, needing breath. Fuck. Aaron Stone’s face between my legs is about the sexiest thing. Fucking ever.

“Good girl.”

He moves the lace and runs his tongue along my pu**y in one long, caressing sweep. The sensations fly everywhere as he takes up a slow assault with his mouth. The deep, probing movements of his tongue and lips are akin to the way you’d give a leaving lover a final kiss. They’re long and slow and…

A moan echoes around the room. I shudder when he slips his tongue up me, and my muscles clench involuntarily. His muffled groan follows the moan I know came from me.

“You can’t do that, Dayton,” he says and closes his lips around my clit. He sucks hard, pleasure filling my body. “It makes me think about being inside you too much.”

“Not a bad thing,” I breathe, closing my eyes.

“Soon.” He probes my thighs with his fingertips. “Look at me.”

I crane my neck up, my lids heavy from the constant flooding of pleasure. They drop, and Aaron pinches my ass.

“Keep your eyes open. I want to watch you come on my tongue.”

Oh, sweet f**k. His words send my body into overdrive, and it isn’t long before he’s holding my hips down. I find his eyes after he snaps my name for a third time, and looking into them is like being held captive. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to, but looking at him, I know I was wrong. There is something sexier than Aaron Stone’s face between my legs.

The sexiest thing in this f**king world is his face between my legs while he explores me with his tongue.

I explode with that final thought, and he works me through it. He doesn’t pull his mouth from me until I’m done and my hips are still again.

He pulls my legs up, lifts me, and pushes us up the bed. My back rests against the headboard, and he holds me above him as he frees his c**k from his boxers. He fills me in one swift movement, and I throw my head back at the sudden stretching of my channel.

My muscles wrap around him tightly, holding him inside me, easing with each gentle thrust of his hips. He fills me so completely and pushes me to the absolute limit of what I can take that bringing me to the edge is so easy. So quick.

And he’s so in tune with my body that when he feels me getting close, he distracts me with his mouth.

“Not yet,” he says into our kiss. “You’re not allowed.”

“Controlling bastard,” I gasp, my body trembling with the force of holding back.

He laughs and pushes deep into me. A string of swear words leaves my mouth, and I clamp down on his cock. Fuck if I can hold this back any longer.

“Dayton,” he grinds my name out, his thrusts gaining speed. “Hold it!”

“I can’t!” I yell. My head is rocking side to side and my whole body is locked in tension. I can’t hold it. Not anymore.

I meet his thrust with my pu**y muscles as tight as I can make them and slam down onto him. He yells his release as my orgasm finally rockets through my body, my limbs trembling in a blissful rush. I feel him come inside me in hot spurts, and I feel his hands at my hips holding me to him.

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