His Dirty Promises by Fiona Murphy

Author:Fiona Murphy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vi Keeland, kendall ryan, BBW romance, BBW, bad boy romance, bad boy billionaire, bad boy, billionaire romance, sam crescent, alpha romance, alpha hero, interracial romance, interracial, latina romance, hispanic romance, hispanic
Publisher: Fiona Murphy
Published: 2019-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

10

Bethany

Tonight we’re sharing tiramisu for dessert. I love the way we share dessert. Which is weird because normally I’m very much, Bethany doesn’t share food. I hate when people pick off my plate, and a few times I’ve slapped Alicia’s hand hard enough to leave a mark. Then again, this isn’t mine, it’s ours, and it’s weird how much I love thinking of it that way. Tonight we’re watching a John Woo movie I’ve never seen before, which is crazy to me because I thought I’d seen them all. Dante has the kind of movie library that would make movie nerds salivate.

We spend hours sharing our favorite movies and books, some of them the same. He’s already planning what we’ll watch on a movie day over the weekend. There’s a new level of comfort, of intimacy, where even though I’m dying for him to kiss me again since I know he will before the night is over, I’m not frantic for it like I’ve been every time I got close to him in the past. When he pulls me into his arms I snuggle close, loving the feel of his arms around me. I’m in a loose oversized T-shirt and silky lounge pants, no bra as usual.

Lord this man can kiss. If they gave gold medals for it he would get them all. Hmm... espresso, spice, all Dante. I get lost in the taste of him. Just when I’m desperate for air, he ends the kiss. His mouth roams my neck, tasting, nipping, making me tremble.

A big hand slides down my back then under my shirt. Oh god, my eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment, needing all my senses for this. He cups my breast as his thumb slides over my tight nipple.

“Please.” I whisper the word, not even knowing what I’m asking for.

He answers by sliding the shirt up over my head. It’s off and I’m bare to him. Apprehension fills me, then dies away at finding his eyes are full of awe. “Exquisite,” he mutters as a fingertip traces over my nipple, so tight and hard it hurts.

I shiver for an entirely different reason. Dante Sabatini called me exquisite; well, my breasts, but they’re attached to me. The man who has fucked actresses, lingerie models both plastic and natural, thinks I’m exquisite. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind he means it. A shiver goes through me at what it means to him, to me. His touch is gentle as he cups the weight of my breast in his large hand.

He lowers his head, and wet velvet tastes me, sending electricity over every inch of my skin. Then his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking deep as his tongue teases again and again. Holy fuck, I had no idea my breasts were so sensitive. Dante sucks harder with fierce pressure, dropping me into a maelstrom of need. It’s too much yet not nearly enough. Suddenly, his mouth is gone and I’m in agony until his mouth is on my other breast.

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