Page 92 of The Price of Forever

He grunted. I could hear the wet slap of him working his cock. But I wanted to see, too. I wriggled impatiently. “Let me see.”

He sank his teeth into my inner thigh again, and this time I could tell it was a reprimand. “Not yet. I don’t want to scare you.”

“Oh come on. Is it that big?”

He smiled evilly, nodding slowly.

I squeezed my thighs around his head, needing more of his tongue anywhere he’d give it to me. Between the sounds of him jacking off, that evil smile, and the buzz of my pending orgasm inside me, I felt ready to explode.

“More. I need more.”

Seven dove in again—sucking at my clit, dragging his teeth against the needy nub, then dipping his tongue deep inside me. It was an orchestrated rhythm, one that had me writhing and mewling. I fisted the comforter on his bed, so fucking close to release. He scooped an arm around my ass, bringing me crashing into his face. His tongue assaulted my clit, sending me blasting past the point of no return. My vision went white and bright, and for a moment everything ceased to exist except this blinding pleasure.

He groaned low and guttural. “Ohhhh, fuck, Jordan.”

With my chest heaving, I saw his gaze drop to his hands. His body jerked a few times, then he looked up at me, desire clouding his dark eyes.

I couldn’t even form words. My head cocked lazily to the side.

He pressed soft kisses along my inner thigh, then gently removed my legs from over his shoulders. He repositioned my limp limbs on the bed. When he climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock was still a thick ridge pressing at his boxer briefs. He arranged himself behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

His cock pressed at the small of my back.

“I thought you got off?” I asked with a small laugh.

“I did.” He nuzzled my neck. “Still hard.”

“Probably time for me to sit on it, then.”

He chastised me with a bite to my shoulder. “I think we might be close.”

I shivered with excitement. “Right now?”

“No. We need to get up.” He propped himself up slightly, squinting at the bedside clock. “The painters are coming soon.”

“What painters?”

“They’re going to repaint my room.” He settled back against me, taking a deep inhale of my hair. “Maybe you can pick the new color.”

My mouth opened to ask why on earth he’d repaint only his room, then I remembered: I’d told him the other day the color looked like my ex’s bedroom. I clamped my mouth shut, suddenly so overwhelmed with emotion I couldn’t find words.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he added a moment later.

I cleared my throat, nodding. “I’d love to.”

I wriggled out of his tight grip and spun around to face him. Then I clutched his beautiful face in mine and kissed him harder and more deeply than I’d ever kissed anyone in my life.

Despite the mind-blowing start to my morning, it was still a double-shift day. Which meant I’d be seeing far less of Seven than I wanted. Even though he constantly lurked around the edges, I needed more than just seeing him. I needed to be on top of him. Preferably stretched around that cock he wouldn’t let me play with yet.

Despite the long-game tease, I was enjoying myself. Probably too much. It seemed too perfect, too easy. What’s the catch? This was the question on repeat in my mind. There had to be a catch, something waiting around the corner to ruin this whole thing. It couldn’t last forever; that seemed certain, though I wasn’t entirely sure why.

We took the subway to Black & Brewtiful much as we did every day I worked there, but this time, there was an extra buzz in the air. We knocked hips. I even laced my fingers through his once, and he allowed it. When I teased him, he smiled. We spent so much time gazing at each other with silly grins on our faces that I wondered if maybe we both had some sort of sudden mental illness.

What’s the catch?

I needed to find out. Before we rounded the block to the coffeeshop, I stopped Seven and guided him out of the flow of the sidewalk traffic. While he was backed against the building, I pushed onto my tiptoes.

“I just need one last kiss before I go in there.”

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