The penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the city below, the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering skyline like a living painting. Mira stood in the center of Theo’s living room, her fingers twisting together in front of her, the emerald green dress from earlier feeling suddenly too tight, too *revealing*, even though it covered more than most of her work attire.
Theo leaned against the back of the couch, his dark eyes tracking her movements with the predatory focus of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and exactly how to get it. He’d changed out of his suit into a pair of black slacks and a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms. The top two buttons were undone, just enough to hint at the hard planes of his chest beneath.
“You’re nervous,” he observed, his voice low, rough.
Mira exhaled sharply. “Of course I’m nervous. We’re about to *practice* being intimate. That’s not exactly a normal Tuesday.”
Theo pushed off the couch and closed the distance between them in three long strides. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, and Mira’s breath hitched as she felt the unmistakable press of his arousal against her stomach.
“Normal is overrated,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Besides, we *have* to be convincing. My mother isn’t stupid. If we walk in there tomorrow and you flinch every time I touch you, she’ll know something’s off.”
Mira swallowed hard. “So what, we just… rehearse?”
Theo’s fingers tightened on her hips. “Exactly. I’ll show you how I like to be touched. You’ll show me what you like. And by the time we’re done, we’ll be so in sync, no one will doubt for a second that we’re *real*.”
Mira’s pulse spiked. “And if I don’t like how you touch me?”
Theo’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Then you tell me to stop. But I don’t think you will.”
Before she could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding. Mira gasped against his lips, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance as he backed her up against the nearest wall. His tongue swept inside, claiming her with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in the dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer.
Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly so she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her. “Fuck, Mira,” he growled against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Mira’s head spun. “Since when?”
“Since the first time I saw you in that boardroom, all fire and ice, looking at me like you wanted to either slap me or fuck me.” His teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she whimpered. “I’ve been hard for you every damn day since.”
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. “Theo—”
“Tell me to stop,” he challenged, his hands sliding up her thighs, bunching the fabric of her dress higher. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Mira’s nails dug into his shoulders. “I can’t.”
Theo’s smile was triumphant. “Good.”
His mouth moved to her jaw, then down the column of her throat, his teeth scraping over her pulse point. Mira tilted her head back, giving him better access, her body arching into his touch. His hands were everywhere—skimming up her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into aching peaks.
“You like that,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You like it when I touch you here.”
Mira whimpered, her hips rolling against his. “Yes.”
Theo’s fingers slipped beneath the straps of her dress, dragging them down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and a pair of black panties. His gaze darkened as he took her in, his hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples again.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled. “I’ve imagined this a hundred times. Imagined what you’d look like, what you’d *sound* like when I touch you.”
Mira’s breath hitched as his mouth closed over one nipple through the lace, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. Theo groaned, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through her.
“More,” she gasped. “Please, Theo.”
He chuckled darkly, switching to the other breast, his free hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Mira’s hips jerked as his fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding her already wet and aching for him. “Theo—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his mouth still working her nipple. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers parted her folds, his thumb circling her clit in slow, maddening circles. Mira’s legs trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
“That’s it,” Theo murmured, his voice rough. “Let me hear you.”
Mira’s head fell back against the wall as his fingers slid inside her, curling just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. “Oh *fuck*—”
Theo groaned, his mouth moving back to hers, swallowing her cries as he worked her with his fingers. “You’re so tight,” he growled against her lips. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Mira’s eyes flew open, her body clenching around his fingers. “T-taste me?”
Theo’s smile was pure sin. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
Before she could protest, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding down her thighs to hook beneath her knees. He lifted her effortlessly, spreading her legs wide as he settled her against the wall, her dress bunched around her waist, her panties the only barrier between her and his mouth.
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she looked down at him, his dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly dragged her panties down her legs. “Theo, wait—”
“No waiting,” he murmured, tossing the lace aside. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the moment I met you.”
Mira’s heart pounded as he leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “What if I—”
“You’ll love it,” he interrupted, his voice rough with certainty. “And if you don’t, I’ll stop. But I *know* you will.”
Before she could argue, his mouth was on her, his tongue sliding through her folds in one long, slow lick. Mira’s back arched off the wall, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure exploded through her.
Theo groaned against her, the vibration sending another wave of heat through her. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”
Mira’s fingers tangled in his hair, her hips rolling against his mouth as he licked and sucked at her, his tongue swirling around her clit before dipping inside her. She was already so close, her body trembling on the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Theo, please—”
“Please what?” he murmured against her, his fingers sliding back inside her, curling just right to hit that spot that made her see stars. “Tell me what you want.”
Mira’s head fell back against the wall, her body trembling. “I want to come. Please, Theo, *please*—”
Theo’s mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked her. Mira’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching around his fingers as she came.
Theo groaned against her, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he drew out her orgasm, his tongue and fingers working her through the aftershocks.
When she finally went limp against the wall, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Theo pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back. His lips were glistening with her arousal, his dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked his lips.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “Theo—”
He stood in one fluid motion, his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, lifting her effortlessly. Mira’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her toward the couch.
“My turn,” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need.
Mira’s heart pounded as he set her down on the plush cushions, his body settling between her thighs. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her through his slacks, and she whimpered, her hips rolling against his.
Theo groaned, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Mira’s breath hitched as his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.
Theo chuckled darkly, switching to the other breast, his free hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of his slacks. “I want to hear you, Mira. I want to hear every sound you make when I touch you.”
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his slacks, freeing his cock. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of him—thick, hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around him instinctively.
Theo groaned, his hips jerking into her touch. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, your hands feel so good.”
Mira stroked him slowly, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the pre-cum around. Theo’s breath hitched, his hands sliding up to cup her face, his mouth crashing down on hers in a searing kiss.
“Enough,” he growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips, lifting her slightly. “I need to be inside you.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. “Theo—”
“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I want to taste you first.”
Before she could protest, he slid down her body, his mouth closing over her clit as his fingers slid inside her. Mira cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure exploded through her.
Theo groaned against her, his tongue swirling around her clit as his fingers worked her. “Fuck, Mira, you’re so wet for me.”
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling on the edge. “Theo, please—I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
His mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked her. Mira’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching around his fingers as she came.
Theo groaned against her, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he drew out her orgasm, his tongue and fingers working her through the aftershocks.
When she finally went limp against the couch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Theo pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back. His lips were glistening with her arousal, his dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked his lips.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “Theo, I—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. “My turn.”
Before she could protest, he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Not yet,” Theo murmured, his voice rough. “I want to taste you first.”
Mira’s breath hitched as he leaned in, his mouth closing over her clit as his fingers slid inside her. She cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure exploded through her.
Theo groaned against her, his tongue swirling around her clit as his fingers worked her. “Fuck, Mira, you’re so wet for me.”
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling on the edge. “Theo, please—I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
His mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked her. Mira’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching around his fingers as she came.
Theo groaned against her, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he drew out her orgasm, his tongue and fingers working her through the aftershocks.
When she finally went limp against the couch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Theo pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back. His lips were glistening with her arousal, his dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked his lips.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “Theo, I—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. “My turn.”
Before she could protest, he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Not yet,” Theo murmured, his voice rough. “I want to taste you first.”
Mira’s breath hitched as he leaned in, his mouth closing over her clit as his fingers slid inside her. She cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure exploded through her.
Theo groaned against her, his tongue swirling around her clit as his fingers worked her. “Fuck, Mira, you’re so wet for me.”
Mira’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling on the edge. “Theo, please—I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
His mouth closed over her clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked her. Mira’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching around his fingers as she came.
Theo groaned against her, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he drew out her orgasm, his tongue and fingers working her through the aftershocks.
When she finally went limp against the couch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, Theo pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before pulling back. His lips were glistening with her arousal, his dark eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked his lips.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “Theo, I—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. “My turn.”
Before she could protest, he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Not yet,” Theo murmured, his voice rough. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”
Mira’s eyes widened as he leaned in, his mouth crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the musky sweetness of her arousal mingling with the heat of his mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. “Fuck, Mira, you have no idea how good you taste.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling. “Theo—”
“My turn,” he growled, pulling back slightly. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Mira’s breath hitched as he stood, his hands sliding down to the waistband of his slacks. She watched, her heart pounding, as he pushed them down his hips, freeing his cock. He was thick, hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.
Mira’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, sliding off the couch and onto her knees in front of him. Theo’s hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back so she was looking up at him.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Mira’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly as the head of his cock brushed against her lips.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled. “You have no idea how good you look right now.”
Mira’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. Theo groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Take me deeper.”
Mira obeyed, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around him as she took him deeper into her mouth. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her face. “You feel so good.”
Mira hummed around him, her hands sliding up his thighs to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Take me deeper.”
Mira obeyed, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around him as she took him deeper into her mouth. Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled. “You’re so good at this.”
Mira hummed around him, her hands sliding up his thighs to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Take me deeper.”
Mira obeyed, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around him as she took him deeper into her mouth. Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Mira hummed around him, her hands sliding up his thighs to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her face. “I’m going to come.”
Mira hummed around him, her hands sliding up his thighs to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Theo groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth as he came, his release spilling down her throat.
Mira swallowed around him, her tongue swirling around his cock as she drew out his orgasm. Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“Fuck, Mira,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re so good at that.”
Mira pulled back slightly, her lips sliding off his cock with a soft pop. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “I aim to please.”
Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her face, pulling her up into a searing kiss. Mira moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair.
When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Theo pressed his forehead to hers. “Fuck, Mira,” he murmured, his voice rough. “That was…”
“Intense,” Mira finished, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Theo chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. “That’s one word for it.”
Mira’s breath hitched as he carried her toward the bedroom, his mouth crashing down on hers in another searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair.
When they finally reached the bed, Theo set her down gently, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. “We should stop,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Before we go too far.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. “I don’t want to stop.”
Theo groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her closer. “Neither do I. But we have to.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body aching with need. “Why?”
Theo pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Because when I finally take you, Mira, I want it to be perfect. I want to take my time with you. I want to savor every inch of you.”
Mira’s breath hitched, her body trembling. “Theo—”
“Shh,” he murmured, pulling back slightly. “We’ll get there. But not tonight.”
Mira’s breath hitched, but she nodded, her body still trembling with need. “Okay.”
Theo pressed another soft kiss to her lips before pulling back, his hands sliding down to her hips. “Get some rest, sweetheart. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
Mira nodded, her body still trembling as she curled up on the bed, Theo’s arms wrapping around her from behind. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her ass, and she whimpered, her hips rolling back against him.
Theo groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Fuck, Mira,” he growled. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Mira chuckled softly, her body relaxing into his touch. “Good.”
Theo pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, his arms tightening around her. “Sleep, sweetheart. We have a big day tomorrow.”
Mira nodded, her eyes drifting shut as she let the warmth of his body lull her to sleep. Tomorrow would come soon enough. And when it did, she’d be ready.