Page 26 of Seductive Hearts

I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me, breathing hard, consumed by the sight of me. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered, working against him, practically humping his hand until the delicious tension broke and I shattered, falling apart while he continued working my sensitive flesh.

Not so sensitive that I didn’t whimper in disappointment when he withdrew his fingers. My surprised gasp filled the air as I watched him insert those fingers into his mouth, staring down at me while he licked my juices from his skin.

“Not enough, boss.” All at once, he dropped and hooked his arms under my legs, holding them in place. He spread them wide so he could dive between them and lap up what still ran out of me.

“Shit! Oh my God!” I reached out blindly, grabbing the back of his head and holding him close because, yes, this was what I wanted—hearing his animal grunts, the feeling of his tongue parting my bare lips, invading me, claiming me, and bringing out every dark, primal instinct I possessed. He worked my clit with his tongue until I screamed again, my voice went hoarse, and there was nothing to do but lie back across the table in complete exhaustion while my body trembled in the aftermath.

“Mm…” He chuckled darkly, running his lips over the insides of my thighs before he stood. I lifted my head and looked him in the eye, prepared for whatever came next. I wanted everything. No holding back now that we had started.

The sight of my thong landing on my stomach put a stop to all of that. “Let’s go,” he said before heading to one of the other tables and pulling a leather folio embossed with the name of Mom’s company on the front. “The night is still young.”

He knew where it was the entire time, the bastard.

I couldn’t bring myself to care much, lying there on a table after the most intense orgasm of my life.

It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it, until I broke down and gave in to him?

Now, it was only a matter of why the hell he didn’t want to keep going. I didn’t have it in me to ask. I could only stand and cram my panties into my purse before striding across the store with all the dignity I could muster.

While pretending not to notice his satisfied smirk.

9

COLTON

Work had shown me one thing if nothing else. I could understand better than ever why people looked forward to Friday. I had never looked forward to the weekend this much when I was in school, but then, I’d never worked very hard in school.

I worked my ass off this week, for sure, and not only filling in for a missing crew member or placing phone calls to suppliers dragging their asses instead of delivering what they’d promised. It probably helped that my last name happened to be Black, the same as the company’s owner. Regardless of the reason, I got shit done.

That wasn’t all I’d spent energy on. Ever since the fundraiser, I’d been ducking Rose like my life depended on it. She was a relationship kind of girl.

What was I supposed to say? You have the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted, but your brother would cut off my balls if he ever knew? Or maybe, the whole thing started as a joke, but before I knew it, my tongue was halfway up your cunt?

It was a real change of pace, in other words. Rose was the one trying to corner me, trying to get a word in, while I kept myself busy to avoid being alone with her. It was easier that way. She would get the hint. Besides, she had Landon on her plate, and there was way too much fresh pussy in Manhattan for me to get tied down to one in East Hampton.

“What the hell, man?” My cousin, Lucian, checked his phone, laughing as he held it up to display the time. He had the same laugh as his old man, Uncle Connor—throaty and loud. “That’s the third time you’ve yawned in five minutes. Are we that fucking boring?”

I had to raise my voice over the dull roar around us. “In a word? Fuck, yeah.” I laughed along with everybody else but was irritated at being so easy to read.

It was a typical Friday night in Midtown, with bodies pressing on all sides and no shortage of eye candy to stir my interest and my dick. If only I weren’t so beat after spending a week waking up earlier than I sometimes went to bed, then working nine or ten hours.

“Remember, everybody…” Noah held up his hands, signaling for quiet even as he smirked like the smug prick he could sometimes be, “… our friend, Colton, is getting used to the working man’s lifestyle. He’s not used to busting his ass all day, then partying all night.”

“I’d tell you you’d get used to it, but you won’t be doing it long enough,” Evan offered with the same easygoing shrug I’d seen a million times since we met on the first day of school.

“Thanks for the encouragement.” I set my glass down on the table before slouching in my chair and blowing out a sigh. “It’s been a long week.”

“I bet my sister didn’t make it any easier on you,” Noah pointed out with a grimace as if he understood. “She’s been busting my balls all my life, so I feel for you.”

“She hasn’t been that bad.” Why did I defend her? “She’s been in meetings and shit, anyway.”

“I bet she works real hard, too,” Lucian mused. He wasn’t looking at me, though. His attention was somewhere else across the room. I figured he must’ve landed on tonight’s piece of ass.

“Yeah, I guess she does,” I agreed with a shrug.

“She doesn’t look half as tired as you do.” He snorted with laughter before nodding toward where he’d been staring.

What the fuck?

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