“Enjoy it?” she whispered.
“I think enjoy might be too tame a word.” His hands paused in their exploration. “How long until those muffins are ready?”
“Fi-fifteen minutes.”
“That might be enough time for a snack.” One hand moved between her legs, his fingers slipping through her arousal, making him groan. “You’re just as hungry for it as I am.”
He was moving behind her, then beneath her, and Tasha’s lips parted in surprise and arousal when she looked down to see him on his back, his head between her spread legs.
Stephen met her gaze and licked his lips. “Fourteen minutes now, Natasha. Give me a morning reminder of what’s mine.”
He used his hands to pull her hips down toward his mouth, but she didn’t do much resisting. She should but— “Stephen. Oh, yeah, that’s so…”
His tongue was ferocious and greedy. It wasn’t there to tease, but to conquer. He thrust inside to find her already wet for him. Ready. He growled and she gasped, feeling the vibration in her clit and up her spine.
He pulled back long enough to take a breath and bite her thigh. “Ride me. Take what you need and ride me until you come.”
Yes. Tasha leaned back on her knees and gripped his mussed brown hair with her shaking fingers. Then she started to rock against his mouth. He moaned his approval and his tongue delved deep, fucking her, taking her higher.
“Yes!” She thrust her hips forward, adrenaline and lust pumping through her veins.
Stephen spread her ass cheeks, his fingers pressing against the sensitive skin that he’d claimed more than once last night, and in more than one way. Tasha whimpered. She was on top, in control at last…only she wasn’t. She was still completely in his hands. She still felt like she was submitting.
“Please,” she gasped, hating how weak she sounded. What was she begging for? Permission to come? No single night of sex could be good enough to change her this much. She was Natasha fucking Rivera. Men and women fell to their damn knees under her whip.
Her fingers tangled tightly in his hair to hold him in place while she rode him. “Fuck me,” she demanded, breathless. “Use that tongue for more than talk and make me come.”
One arousal-slick finger pushed into her ass in response and she cried out softly in shock. Stephen wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, making her tremble. Yes. God, please, yes.
Her mouth opened on a keening cry as her climax hit her with the force of a freight train. Her body arched and shuddered above him, but he only held her tighter, rumbling with satisfaction as he lapped at her release.
The world was spinning and she found herself on her back with her breasts against her chin and her knees pressed to her shoulders. Stephen looked flushed and feral above her. Wild. He held her pinned in position while his hand lowered to loosen the drawstring of his sweatpants.
He was going to take her now, claim what was his on the kitchen floor, and there was nothing she could do—nothing she wanted to do—to stop him. She needed more. Needed him to fuck her with his thick, hard—
“Do I smell breakfast?”
Brady’s overly loud voice made them both freeze from their hidden location behind the counter. Stephen’s expression went from stark arousal to possessive rage, then bewildered surprise in the space of a few rapid breaths. He let her go so she could scramble to her knees and try to cover herself with his shirt.
He looked so disconcerted it was almost insulting. And he wasn’t responding to Brady. Had he forgotten they had company, or was he hoping his cousin would go away without finding them? That somehow on his way downstairs, Brady hadn’t heard her wailing like a cat in heat?
Tasha sighed, pushing herself to her feet with a wicked grin on her still-swollen lips. “Good morning, Hot Body Man. Muffins are—” She glanced at the timer. “Two minutes from being done. The senator and I decided to get one last practice session in before our theatrical debut.”
Brady Finn rubbed his hand across his mouth and jaw, obviously hiding his smile. “It’s always good to be prepared.”
“And a Boy Scout too,” she sighed dramatically. “Be still my heart. Are you positive you’re not bi?”
His shoulders were shaking slightly. “For you, I almost wish I could be.”
“What a sweet thing to say.” Tasha blew him a kiss just as Stephen got to his feet, glaring at his cousin. “And believe me, honey, so do I. Now listen for that timer and pull the muffins out as soon as it dings. I think it’s time for this BDSM Cinderella to start getting into character.”
She didn’t give Stephen Finn another glance as she tugged her shirt down over her behind and walked past Brady to get to the stairs. She knew her underwear was dangling like a shredded garter on one thigh. Knew he could see her shaky steps, see that her body was still recovering from her explosive orgasm. It wasn’t a walk of shame, she told herself. She didn’t do shame and there was nothing wrong with what she and Stephen had done.