Tate pointed toward the windows. “This glass capsule has curtains.”
I twisted up my mouth as I fought off a smile. “Open them.”
Pleased with my decision, Tate went to the window and pulled the sheer, white material apart. Then he made his way back to me and gestured to the platter. “Would you like something else to eat?”
I regarded him as he ate a piece of cheese, my gaze roving over his slim figure, the confident way he held himself, his barely tameable dark hair, his short, scruffy beard, and those delicious lips.
“Lou?” When he looked back at me with a question in those intelligent, steel-gray eyes of his, I knew what I wanted.
I noticed Tate swallow his mouthful of food as I reached for the invisible zipper at the back of my dress. I cursed when I struggled to find it.
Amusement danced across his face. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, and the dress loosened as he drew the zipper down my back. When Tate’s fingers brushed the material from my shoulders, I shivered, and he trailed his lips along them. He helped me out of my sleeves, then ran his hands down my front, across my belly and breasts while feathering kisses across my neck and upper back. The dress fell from my body, and I turned back around, working on undoing his tie. I pulled his mouth to mine as I did so.
“Did I say you could turn around?” Tate demanded through the kiss.
“No.” I smiled against his lips.
Tate cupped my cheek. “Are you being disobedient, baby?”
My teeth grazed his lips. “Yes.”
“You know, I like it when you’re disobedient.” His tongue stroked mine as we tore his shirt open.
Tracing my fingers down his body, I relished the feel of the sparse scattering of hair that trailed from his belly button to beneath his pants. “You do?”
Tate moaned into my kiss. “I love it because then I get to do all kinds of things to you.”He pinched the clasp of my bra and held me in his heated gaze as he stroked his thumbs over my hard nipples.
“Tate,” I said with a sharp gasp.
He squeezed my boobs together and worshiped them with his mouth, causing my pussy to clench tight and desperate pants to escape my lips.
“Panties. Off,” he demanded as he moved his mouth to my second nipple.
Tate didn’t have to tell me twice. I slid the black lace thong off my hips and let them fall to my ankles. He dropped one hand away from my boobs to finger my folds, and my body trembled.
He groaned when I palmed his hard cock through his dress pants. “Is this allowed?”
“Mmm, yes, baby.” He held my gaze and pressed his face to mine. “Take it out.”
I made short work of his belt and fly, and he kicked them off and away from us, along with his shoes.
His hard cock throbbed between us, and it made me ache for him. “On your knees,” Tate demanded.
My brain wasn’t able to function on a higher level. All I wanted to do was obey him, and so I kneeled in front of my king.
Tate squeezed my chin firmly and made damn sure I was looking at him. “Open your mouth.”
I opened up wide and poked my tongue out. Tate fisted his cock and rubbed it hard before he slid it over my tongue and into my waiting mouth.
“Suck. And you’d better do it well.”
Ordinarily, if anyone spoke to me that way, I’d tell them to go fuck themselves. But holy shit, I loved this dominant sexual side of my man and was more than happy to submit to him.
I sucked his length, teased him with swirls of my tongue, gently drew my teeth over his cock, and sucked his balls until he was messy and as hard as he could get. I let him fuck my mouth and go as deep into my throat as I could allow, but it looked like I’d have to work on my gag reflex.
When he was done with my mouth, Tate dragged me to my feet. He curved his hands around my ass cheeks, lifted me until I hooked my legs around his waist, carried me across the cabin, and pressed me against the curved glass. The coolness at my back, mixed with his warmth against my front and his thickness inside me, was all I cared about at that moment. I didn’t care if the whole of London watched us fuck. Tate Rawlins could have anyone he wanted, but he’d chosen me.