Page 157 of Sweet Temptation

“Oh fucking hell,” I moaned, shimmying my hips against him a little with the aftershocks, “… that was good.” I blinked my way to seeing again; everything had gone pretty fucking galactic there for a bit.

Ronan’s face looked up at me, his brown eyes in a daze. “That was… beautiful,” he said, entranced, as his hands slid up my body and cupped my breasts. He squeezed, and I picked up the rhythm, riding him a little faster. He was still rigid, and his breathing was rough and unsteady.

“Tell me…” I said. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”

“Yeah… fuck… now.”

I shifted off him, but instead of wrapping my hands around his dick to jerk him over the finish line, I scrambled into the other seat on my knees and leaned over him. I swallowed the head of his cock, and my hands strangled the base of his shaft; I couldn’t take all of him in my mouth. Not even close.

I could taste myself as I slid my lips down over him, wrapping my tongue around him… but I could taste him more. That salty, needy warmth as he stiffened inside me. He groaned, digging his hands into my hair. Then he squeezed my hair in his fist, pulling on it a bit as I sucked him off.

Three. Long. Sucks.

That was all it took.

Then his cock spasmed in my mouth, his hips bucked, and his pleasure erupted from deep inside. His come shot into my throat, coating my tongue in thick waves.

I swallowed it all.

He made the sexiest, most desperate growling noises, and somewhere in there, I heard my name.

I laved his shaft and his head until he was finished.

Then I came up for air, falling back on my seat.

Jesus Christ.

“Why the hell were we not doing that from day one?” I panted.

“Uh… because I’m a fucking idiot,” he said.

We both just lay sprawled and panting for a long moment.

Then it started to get cold. We looked at each other.

I fucking laughed.

Ronan kinda smirked. He still looked dazed, and his usually neat hair was nicely disheveled.

He struggled to pull his pants back up. He was fully dressed and I was buck naked. He zipped up, awkwardly, and I climbed over him and settled on his lap, sighing raggedly as I curled into his warmth.

He put his arms around me.

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

Holy… fuck.

That was fast and furious, and felt like foreplay for doing it again.

And again.

“Now will you admit that I’m more to you than a client?” I said dryly. I was still a wet mess, my pussy throbbing and my heart stuttering.

He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face to his. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with some emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The man was always so guarded, I’d never seen that emotion in his eyes before. “I admit it.”

“Good. Now are you gonna take me on a date?”

He sighed, his hand drifting down my side and landing on my thigh, where it squeezed gently. “I think in public we should maintain that I’m just your bodyguard.”

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