Decadence (An Emerald Valley Spring Fling) Read Free Page A

mouth down to mine for a kiss, I forgot all my plans and slid into the sensation of our tongues twining.
    “You smell good,” he murmured when we came up for air.
    “Mmm,” I murmured, sinking into him as he slid his hands under the elastic of my waistband to cup my ass. “You…” I pulled back and wrinkled my nose. “Don’t.”
    Devlin laughed and stepped away from me. “There was a collision in the kitchen, and I got hit with a whole lotta seafood. I can shower once the cake is done.”
    “You do know there’s a fifty-percent chance I can actually finish baking it without the cake burning, exploding, or mutating into a sentient life-form.”
    “As high as fifty?”
    I rose up on my toes and nipped his lip. “Keep teasing, and I won’t give you the surprise I had planned for tonight.”
    His eyes darkened, and he reached for me, but I danced out of the way. “Get a fire going in our bedroom fireplace; then take a shower.”
    “And after that?”
    “After that…” I kissed him deeply. “You’ll see.”
    * * * *
    I wasn’t a born seductress, but I thought I managed to set up a pretty good scene. The cake was fresh out of the oven, and the scent of warm chocolate filled the bedroom. I heard Devlin turning off the shower, and I hit the light switch, admiring the warm glow cast by the candles on the nightstands and the fire in the hearth. After a final adjustment to keep my breasts from spilling out of the almost-sheer nightie before I wanted them to, I picked up the last part of my ensemble: a pair of soft leather cuffs—a favorite toy of mine we hadn’t gotten to use much lately. The chain on this pair was long enough that I could secure my hands behind my back myself. Setting complete, I knelt on the rug and made myself comfortable.
    Every favor I had to ask, every minute I had to scramble around like a madwoman today, was worth it. When Devlin stepped out of the master bath and into the bedroom and caught sight of me, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
    How I managed to play it cool, I’d never know. I raised an eyebrow. “Like it?”
    “Love it,” he said in a low rumble that had my nipples standing at attention.
    He dropped the towel he’d had wrapped around his waist, and damn if I didn’t almost come from that alone. Every inch of his six-foot frame was cut and deliciously hard. I licked my lips as he came toward me, and my mouth opened of its own volition, desperate for a taste of him. He stopped before me and reached down to cup the back of my head. Ever so gently, he drew me to him, and I obeyed the unspoken command, taking him deep into my mouth until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. I drew back as slowly as I could, sucking hard. Devlin’s hand tightened convulsively in my hair as I reached the tip. The salty taste of his precum coated my tongue, and I savored it, lapping at the head until he cursed and pulled free.
    I whimpered, hating the loss, but my disappointment didn’t last for long. Devlin knelt in front of me and lifted me onto his lap. The head of his cock brushed my lower lips, then found home at my core. With my hands bound, I had to give up control and let him set the pace. Devlin didn’t make it easy; he sank into me, inch by torturous inch, filling me so slowly I wanted to cry…or scream…or come…or all of the above.
    “Naya.” Devlin murmured my name, and I opened my eyes, not realizing until that moment they’d been closed. He was fully seated inside me, keeping me impaled on his lap with one hand bracing my back, the other gripping my waist tightly. “Ride me, love.”
    I rebalanced, putting my weight on my knees. Not an easy feat when even the slightest movement triggered spasms of sensation in my core. I rose up on my knees, then sank back down on Devlin’s cock, letting his hands guide me in a familiar rhythm. I kept going when he released my waist and moved his hands to the straps of my lingerie. His rough, calloused fingertips dipped