Page 29 of Vicious Sabotage

He fucked his tongue into her drenched opening over and over and alternated with those mind-bending gentle pulls on her clit. The hard and soft, the push and pull, sent her sailing.

Her mouth opened on a silent cry and she shook apart in release.

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Carver lifted his tongue from Livia’s delicious folds and stared into her glazed eyes. Gliding to his feet, he ran his tongue across his cum-wet lips.

“We can stop here, Livia. Tell me what you want while I can still walk away.”

She hooked her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I don’t want to stop. I want you inside me.”

Fuck. There was no turning back now.

His cock pulsed, the head shoving at the waist of his boxer briefs like he was an adolescent boy. One brush of her lips against the head of his cock and he’d be a goner.

He lifted her off the counter that he’d never look at the same way again and turned toward the short hall leading to her bedroom.

With each step he took, she tested his patience by kissing him. Licking his neck. And digging her blunt nails into his back. Fuck, he loved that about her. That she was just as untamed as he was when it came to the bedroom. Hell, even in life they both threw themselves in headfirst.

Once they reached her bedroom, he felt something brush up against his ankle. Without looking down, he knew it was her damn cat.

He took another step toward the bed and it wound around his ankles.

“Your cat is a menace.”

Livia raised her head from the line of nibbles she was placing on his throat, confusion pinching her pale brows. “Angel? What’s she doing?”

“Trying to make me trip and fall on my face.”

She giggled. “As long as your dick falls inside me, we’re good.”

He let out a rumble around the quirk of his lips. He would never agree with her that she wasn’t cute. Everything she said and did was cute…especially when she came on his tongue.

Suddenly, realization stopped him one foot from the bed he so badly wanted to tumble her into.

She searched his face. “What’s wrong? Is it Angel again?”

“No.” He barely bit off the word through the hot clog in his throat. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“Don’t worry—I got it covered.”

He swallowed around the clog and a few growls threatening to erupt at the thought of another man in this bed with his ward.

Then she kissed him again and derailed that train of thought—and any other besides getting inside her.

He tossed her on the bed. Tore off that sexy-as-sin nightgown along with the scrap of lace barely shielding her pussy.

She stared up at him, eyes burning with lust.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

At his order, she blinked.

Dragging her tongue across her bottom lip, she whispered, “Really?”

“Now, Livia. I want to see that handprint I put on your ass while I take off my clothes.”

A shiver ran through her entire body. Her nipples tightened into small buds.

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