Bedroom Negotiations with Mr. Dunn (Boys of Chicago Series #2)

Chapter 1

The way his tongue moved against mine made my whole system go haywire. I have never kissed someone before but I never thought it would be this good. Would kissing really be this good?

Or is it just the fact that I am kissing the Porter Alejandro Dunn that makes kissing this good?

Porter's hands are on my neck, cupping my jaw as his tongue delved in my mouth. He tilted my head back making me gasp as he expertly owned my cavern.

My hands are pressed against his chest as he kissed me with eagerness and delight. His thumb brushed against my cheek as he pulled my lower lip, slightly biting it.

He stopped kissing and leaned his forehead against mine. "God, you kiss..." he panted.

I swallowed and slowly opened my eyes only to see his dark brown eyes staring back at mine. His brows are furrowed, looking so strained and bothered. He looked so problematic as he stared into my eyes, like he's trying whatever he can to stop himself.

I was busy breathing heavily as I made myself get lost in his eyes.

"I can't take you now. I have a meeting in an hour."

My heart raced when what he said has sunk in my brain. He will take me. He wants to take me and that means he wants me to have sex with him.

Anxiety has already taken over my system. Every brush of his thumb against my cheek sent shivers to my every nerve. He looked at me with such authority and my body seemed to just move and follow whatever he says.

"But I will be in touch," he said as he planted a swift kiss on my lips. "And then we'll talk about our contract..."

I gulped. Contract? We're going to have a contract?

Well, I think we should have a contract.

"Hmmm..." he pulled my face and kissed me again, only this time, it's deeper and more earnest.

I shut my eyes immediately and welcomed his mouth on mine, responding to the hot kisses he's giving me. His tongue delved into my small cavern, slowly kissing me like he's taking all his time in the world despite telling me that he has a meeting in an hour.

I fisted my hands on his chest as I moaned against his mouth.

He smirked as he broke the kiss. "You kiss really good, Graziella. I wonder where you learned all that," he said, amused.

My heart immediately boomed against my chest. It was as if I was under a spell when he called me by my name. His thick brows are raised as he stared at me with interest.

I haven't kissed anyone other than him...how can he say that I kiss good when he's the only man my mouth has ever explored?

He leaned closer and I can feel his mouth brush against my ear. "I wonder if you're also good in bed," he whispered that sent a million sensations on my being.

Images of him and me in bed make me want to kill myself. I could imagine him kissing every inch of my body. His mouth on my chest. His mouth on my heated folds. Fuck! Imagining about it sent me anticipating for it more. How much more...

Stop.

Fuck it, Graziella. Stop!

I looked at him as I felt his fingers inside my skirt, closing in on my inner thigh.

"Baby, are you wet?" he asked in a husky voice.

I held my breath, unable to know what to feel as his touch brought tingles to my lower body. I was never this intimate with someone else. No one has ever held me there because I am reserving my first to the man that I love.