Chapter 41
**Sara**
I looked up at him, taking in his tousled hair, bright eyes, and how his shirt clung to his broad shoulders. At that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted.
"Not a chance."
James's eyes lit up; his lips were on mine before I knew it. The elevator dinged, jolting us apart. We stumbled out, giggling like teenagers as we searched for our room.
"310... 311... ah, 312!" James waved the key card triumphantly.
The door swung open, revealing a much fancier suite than expected. My jaw dropped.
"Holy moly," I breathed. "This is nicer than my whole apartment."
"Told you I'd get the finest suite."
I wandered in, running my hand over the plush sofa. "I feel like I should take my shoes off. Or maybe put on a ballgown."
"I'd prefer if you took more than just your shoes off," James said with a wink.
I threw a decorative pillow at him. "Easy there, tiger. Let a girl admire the view first."
I made my way to the window, pushing aside the heavy curtains. The city sprawled out below us, a sea of twinkling lights.
"Wow," I whispered.
I felt James come up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Beautiful," he murmured, but when I turned to look at him, he was staring at me, not the view.
His lips found mine again, and there was no elevator to interrupt us this time. The kiss deepened, and I felt myself melting into him. My hands found their way to his hair, and he slid his hands to my hips, pulling me closer.
James's tongue traced my lower lip, and I forgot where I was, forgot about the world outside this room. But even as I kissed him back urgently, another man's face flashed in my mind. Damn, my stupid conscience.
I tried to push Tom's thoughts aside. I was here, in this incredible suite, with a gorgeous man who wanted me. Just me, Sara, standing here in my little black dress and lacy lingerie, feeling like a damn goddess. So why the hell couldn't I forget about my professor for one hot minute?
With a soft moan, I pulled away from James, burying my face in his neck. His skin smelled like spice and something uniquely him. I breathed him in, willing myself to forget everything except this moment.
"You okay?" His voice was a soft rumble against my ear.
"Yeah," I muttered, my lips grazing his pulse point. "Just... getting carried away, I guess."
He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones. "I like that idea."
I looked up at him, my breath catching the hunger in his eyes. This man wanted me—all of me. And for tonight, I was going to give myself permission to enjoy it.
I slid my hands down his chest, relishing the feel of his heart thumping wildly under my palms. "In that case, I believe you promised to use every inch of this room fully."
He captured my lips in a searing kiss that left me dizzy, his hands moving to the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, drawing the straps off my shoulders and letting the garment pool at my feet. I stepped out of it, his eyes raking over my body hungrily.
"Damn, Sara," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire. "You are stunning."
My cheeks flushed, and I fought the urge to cover myself. Instead, I pushed my shoulders back, willing myself to embrace this moment of unabashed desire.
"Well, Mr. Smooth Talker, are you just going to stand there?"
His eyes snapped up to mine, a wicked gleam in their depths. "Oh, I don't plan on standing much longer."
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow, feeling a little bolder. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"
His eyes raked over me. "I think you know."
"Do I?" I challenged, even as my pulse quickened.
James took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, I think you do, Sara. The question is, are you ready for it?"
"Maybe," I teased. "Guess you'll have to find out."
With that, I turned and walked toward the bed, feeling his eyes on me as I went. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch.
When I reached the bed, I turned back to face him, suddenly self-conscious. I crossed my arms over my chest, unsure what to do with my hands.
James, however, seemed to have no such reservations. He moved toward me confidently, his eyes fixed on mine.
"I've been thinking about this moment since I first saw your photo."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." He took another step closer, so close I could feel his body heat. "And now that I'm here, I want to savor every inch of you."
My breath caught in my throat at his words. This man knew exactly what to say to make my knees weak. I felt myself getting damp between my legs, my pulse pounding in my ears.
James moved closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "I want to taste every part of you."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as his warm breath tickled my skin. His lips trailed down my neck, sending tingles through my body.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." His voice was hoarse, full of desire.
His hands reached for my bra straps, sliding them slowly off my shoulders. The fabric fell away, baring my breasts. I felt vulnerable, exposed under his gaze, but powerful—like I was offering him something no one else had.
His mouth found my nipple, and he sucked gently, swirling his tongue in a way that sent sparks straight between my legs. My hands moved to his hair, encouraging him, my head falling back as I surrendered to the pleasure.
"That feels good," I breathed. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, aching for his touch.
James pulled away briefly, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my core clench. "I haven't even started yet."
I bit my lip, my eyes daring him to take more. I didn't need to say a word; he could see the invitation in my eyes.
He sank to his knees in front of me, his hands caressing my thighs as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along my hips.
James's fingers danced along the elastic of my panties, his touch light and teasing. I bit my lip, my heart thumping as he slowly peeled them away, baring my pussy to his gaze.
"Damn, Sara," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "You're gorgeous."
My cheeks flushed, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, unsure what to do with my hands. On the other hand, James seemed to know exactly what he wanted.
He placed a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, his breath tickling my sensitive skin. I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering closed as his lips moved closer to my center.
And then I felt it—his tongue, teasing my clit, flicking and swirling in all the right ways. I gasped, my hands flying to his head, tangling in his hair as he lapped at me.
"Oh," I breathed, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh, God..."
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue worked its magic. He sucked, he lapped, he flicked, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My knees trembled, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each swipe of his tongue.
"You taste incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.
I couldn't form a coherent response. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind reduced to a symphony of moans and gasps. I gripped his hair tighter, urging him on without saying a word.
He seemed to sense what I needed, increasing the pressure of his tongue, adding gentle sucking motions that sent me spiraling closer to the edge. I could feel the orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, and I knew I was close.
And then, just as I was teetering on the brink, he stopped.
"No, please," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need.
James chuckled, the vibration sending little shocks straight to my pussy. Tease.
He placed one more soft kiss on my clit before standing, the loss of contact making me whimper with frustration. "Now, it's your turn," he said, his voice low and husky.
I pushed him gently onto the bed, my hands roaming over his chest. "My turn for what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he wanted.
He pulled me down on top of him, his hands sliding over my ass. "You know," he growled, his lips brushing my ear. "Your turn to make me lose my mind."
I smiled, feeling a surge of power. I wanted to give him the same mind-blowing pleasure he'd just given me.
My hands fumbled with his belt, my fingers unsteady as I worked to free his cock. He was hard, so hard, and the thought that I'd done that to him sent a thrill through my body.
His cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly at first, enjoying the way his hips bucked beneath me.
"Ah, fuck, that feels good," he groaned.
Encouraged by his response, I picked up the pace, pumping my hand up and down his length. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, "You like that?"
"Fuck yes," he breathed, his fingers digging into my hips.
I moved my hand faster, loving how James's body twitched beneath me. His eyes were closed, his breath coming in harsh gasps as I stroked his cock, reveling in the power I held over him in this intimate moment. I paused my strokes, watching his face contorted with frustration, his brow furrowed, and lips parted silently for me to continue.
"Don't stop now," he growled, his hips bucking up.
"Patience, tiger. I'm just getting started."
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