Page 77 of The Beta's Bargain

The world turns too fast, gravity flips, I see stars; he crawls inside my soul. All of my world changes as he breaks the kiss, leaving me panting, my knees weak, pressing against the wall to hold me up.

His smile is slow but satisfied. “Good morning.”

I bite my lower lip and close my eyes. “That’s the best morning.” I say to myself but hear him chuckle. “So, you're not mad at me anymore?”

“I wasn’t mad at you,” Dylan growls and leans closer, sniffing at my neck. He lets out a sound that’s like a chuff. Whatever it is, it makes my stomach clench. I tilt my head to the side, giving him room. “I was mad at Falcon.”

“You’re working it out with them, though, aren’t you? They love you.” I say the last three words in a hushed whisper.

“Love isn’t trust,” Dylan murmurs and licks the spot. I shudder and lift my hands to cling to his shoulders. If I don’t, I know I’m going to embarrass myself and fall. He sucks at the spot, licking and teasing, dragging his teeth over it. “I trust you.”

“But why?” I plead with a groan as his teeth drag over my shoulder.

“When have you given me a reason not to? You’re honest.” He kisses my shoulder. “Kind.” He grabs the strap of my dress and peels it down. I don’t know why Dylan insists on me wearing the dresses and nice clothes, but I don’t feel at all like an employee, and losing the battle of the clothes was the least of my concerns. I know what I am, don’t I? “Smart. Sexy.”

I’m leaning heavily on the wall, my chest rising and falling. Trying not to melt as Dylan kisses his way across my chest. I reach up and cup the back of his neck.

“Dylan? Are you sure?”

“More sure than anything.”

He pulls my dress down, and because I'm not wearing a bra, my breasts spill free.

“Damn, Nyx,” Dylan whispers and reaches up, cradling me.

My flesh aches, my nipples harden, and an answering throb in my pussy makes me moan. I run my fingers through his hair as he ducks down, sucking at my breast, leaving marks on my skin, then seizing my nipples in his teeth and tugging.

I push myself up, thrusting my tit into his mouth, keening for more. Instead of finger combing my hair, I'm holding him locked to me as he suckles. With each tug, I'm lost in the wave of ecstasy.

“Dylan, please.”

He switches to my other breast. I pant and hold on to his shoulders. He growls and peels my dress down even more, running his fingers over my skin, exploring every inch of me. His mouth follows his fingers, exploring with his tongue and the gentle scrape of teeth. My skin breaks out into goosebumps as he drops to his knees in front of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dylan whispers.

My eyes open, and I look down and disagree with him. “You are.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to my thigh. “You smell like coconut. That’s your scent. It drives me wild.”

“You smell like lemons.” I blush. I don’t know why. “Dylan, you’re everything, you know that, right?”

His eyes gleam molten gold. Black and gold, I fall into it again.

He kisses my hip bone and reaches around me, running his hands up my thighs. I lift off the wall and quiver as his fingers trace the contours of my ass.

“Dylan, I need to touch you. See you.”

He steps back and stands up, reaching for his top. I cover his fingers with mine and pull his shirt over his head. My thoughts scatter as I press close to him, his hot skin brushing my nipples and sending bolts of pleasure into my body. I fling the top away from us and reach down for his pants.

I hesitate on his buckle, but now he covers my fingers with his, flipping open the button and dragging the zip down. I watch our hands with a dry mouth. My heart is thundering in my chest, but my mind is just whispering one thing: Is this real?

His cock sticks out, bouncing against my stomach. It’s hard and long and leaking. I reach out, touching him. His skin is so soft and warm, and he jerks when my fingers trail lightly over the slit, dancing through his slick.

“Taste me,” Dylan whispers.

Somehow, we’re back against the wall. His arm is leaning over my head, keeping him against me but holding his weight off me. I encircle his cock and tug twice; slick spreads down my hand, down his cock.

A groan slips from me as he pants into my face, his eyes locked on me.

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