Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Presley

“Get over here and ride me,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up until he finds my breast and gives my nipple a playful pinch. Pleasure zings through me, both at his words and the feel of his hands toying with my breasts.

Tucking my legs on either side of his torso, I raise up on my knees and position myself over him. Dominic lets out a soft groan, shuddering as I lower myself.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Don’t move for a sec,” he says as his hands tighten on my hips.

My eyes sink closed at the exquisitely full feeling of him inside me.

When I open my eyes, Dominic’s hooded gaze latches onto mine, and his expression is filled with things I’ve never seen before—wonder and vulnerability, and of course enough pleasure to end this ride in about three minutes flat if we’re not careful.

His hands find my ass and he lifts me, easing out and then sliding me back down again. We both groan. With his help, I find my rhythm, riding him as we gaze at each other. I plant my hands firmly against his chest, and Dominic rocks beneath me.

His hand slides to my throat so that his thumb can find its destination—my mouth. I suck it in, relishing the taste of his salt and my own sweat. Then he drops his damp thumb between my legs, and I whimper at the immense sensations shooting through me.

With each caress, I lose track of the rhythm of my hips, growing more and more erratic with my thrusts. Suddenly, unexpectedly, my orgasm washes over me in a powerful wave. I curl into his chest, rocking with pleasure. With one hand tangled in my hair and the other gripping my ass, Dominic thrusts hard and fast into me, his own orgasm right there.

still trembling body against his chest. His

don’t want to jinx it . . . but I think we’re cuddling. And

my nose in his neck, breathing him in and stretching my long legs against his until we’re tangled together. And then, to make matters worse, I feel the soft press of his lips on the top of my head:

falling so hard for you,

that just yet. Instead, I welcome a deep, uninterrupted

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is everything I wanted it to be. I sit in private meetings with him, now invited

textbook on the subject. On top of that, I’ve been exposed to how business works in a foreign

An insane amount of sex. In our bed, in the shower, once in the massive tub,

sexual appetite turns me on, if I’m being honest. As soon as I see his eyes go dark and his lips part,

Dominic in this way has been so incredibly fulfilling. Sure, it’s just sex. That’s what Bianca would say. Yet I can’t help but feel the protective layer of my heart dissolve, allowing admiration to unfurl and blossom into honest affection. In those quiet moments between the soft kisses and dozing in his arms, I feel like I have a damn good chance

as

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cart ahead of the