Page 93 of Lace 'em Up

I should have, I realize later.

Should have demanded answers.

All of them.

But I’m raw and vulnerable and I’ve depleted my well of courage.

So I grasp on to the light and don’t miss the relief that darts through his expression when I ask, “Not Princess Pricklesticks? Or Spiny Sweetie?”

He snorts. “Okay, so that wasn’t my finest moment of creativity.” A shrug. “But having five siblings means that quantity over quality is more important sometimes.”

“And what are those times?”

“When lobbing insults,” he says, flashing me a grin that coats my skin in sunshine even though it’s pitch black outside, “and consuming food.”

“After tasting your mom’s apple pie,” I say, “I would agree that’s a situation that requires quantity.”

“Definitely,” he agrees, finally loosening his hand from the steering wheel and settling it on my thigh. “I can think of another situation that requires quantity.” His palm is big and strong and has my pulse speeding up. “Though, quality is important too.”

Orgasms.

It’s orgasms.

I see that thought, that intent write itself into the lines of his face, the grip of my thigh, the blazing heat of his gaze when it meets mine, just for a second.

My breath catches.

Because if he just slides it a tiny bit northward…

Yup. Orgasms.

I shiver, but not in fear.

Something I know that he knows because his blue eyes heat, the icy fury from before turning into a hot spring, a bubbling temptation encouraging me to dip a toe into the waters.

The light turns green and he looks away as he pulls forward.

Taut silence.

But not anything like the tense ride it had begun as.

Instead…it’s anticipatory.

And when he pulls into the garage, hits the button to close the door behind us, then turns toward me, ordering, “Get naked…”

I not only oblige.

But I’ve already begun even before the words reach my ears.

Twenty-Seven

King

This woman’s mouth is sin.

And heaven.

She pulls back, tongue dancing along the tip of my cock before drawing it deeply into her mouth, so deeply that I feel the back of her throat closing around me as she swallows me down, can see tears clinging to her lashes.

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