Page 33 of Night Shift

“Fuuuck,” I groaned. “Good. Now it’s time to up the stakes.” The feeling of her hot mouth around me was so damn good.

My hands moved to her hips to pull her closer to me. She whimpered slightly as my fingers slipped inside her wetness and began stroking and teasing.

Sam threw her head back in exasperation, a fresh wave of need sweeping over her. Her grip on me tightened, and she mimicked my pace with ease. Her other hand trailed around my balls, squeezing gently in time with the movement of her mouth.

I slipped my tongue into her, lapping up the juices that were still dripping from her. The taste of her was sweet—intoxicating.

When my tongue made contact with her clitoris, she flinched, a soft gasp escaping her. She had been so focused on what she was doing that she hadn’t expected me to retaliate.

I ran my tongue along her slit, finding her entrance and dipping inside. My hands moved to the insides of her thighs, and my fingers found her swollen lips. Eagerly, I pulled them apart and continued to devour her. She tasted divine—better than any woman I had ever been with before.

At the same time, Sam was working wonders on my shaft with her mouth and hand combination, sending heat running up my spine. Each stroke of her tongue against my thrumming length had me on the edge of exploding in her mouth. Fuck, I was close. Goddammit, I’d never wanted to come so badly in my fucking life.

She hummed as my cock filled her mouth and slammed against her throat. The thrumming caused me to grow harder under her touch—if that were possible. Her inexperienced mouth felt indescribably good; she was taking it slow, learning what worked and what didn’t by my reactions.

It was time to end this game. Dipping my fingers deep in her pussy, I slathered them in her heavenly cream. Then I slid my hands around her ass, my fingers drifting deeper until they brushed against the tight ring of muscle hidden beneath the curve of her cheeks. I shifted my mouth, positioning it so that my lips surrounded her engorged nub, then started sucking in time to her cadence. She gasped around my dick at the unexpected pressure on her clitoris.

Sam’s movements became frenzied, turning our entanglement into an erotic fury. Her mouth tightened around me once more.

With a deft push, I slipped a finger inside her puckered hole, pumping it in time to our mutual pace. “I’m going to fuck you here next time,” I promised in a loud snarl. She couldn’t fight it, and she came hard around my finger and mouth, her thighs quivering over my face.

When she attempted to scream, my balls drew up tight. My climax hit me with a force hard enough to shake the bed beneath us. I groaned in pure ecstasy as my cum filled her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—so raw it was almost animalistic. She swallowed hard several times, trying to catch her breath.

After I’d emptied myself and stopped pulsing, she withdrew from me. She rolled over onto the bed, her body curling tightly into itself. A barely audible whimper betrayed her fierce battle to hold back her tears, to conceal the storm of emotions our passion had unleashed. And when she finally broke, she broke into a million pieces…each one meant for me to put back together.

Chapter nine

Atticus spooned up against me and gently removed the blindfold. Squinting, I blinked a few times, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dimly lit bedroom. He pushed my shoulder back against the mattress, forcing me to look at him. His gaze bored into me, his brow knit in concern. “Samantha, you’re okay. I promise. The orgasmic cocktail of oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin is just messing with your emotions.” He kissed my shoulder. With a soft chuckle, and added, “I knew you just needed the right man to please you. God, you’re so fucking amazing.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could be invisible. I tried to turn away from him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Sam,” he murmured, his voice a seductive haze that curled around me, “you have no idea how exquisite you are.”

His lips, slightly swollen from ravishing me, brushed against my earlobe, and his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “The way your body responds to mine…” he murmured, his lips briefly pulling away from my ear to press against the soft plane of my neck. “It’s magical, Sam…breathtaking.”

His fingers traced over my breasts, where his mouth and fingers had worked their spell just moments ago. “These,” he said, a low rumble that vibrated against my skin, “the way they rose and fell under my touch, the way they succumbed to my mouth and made you come…it was divine.”

His hand, a comforting warmth, slid down past my stomach to the sensitive place between my thighs. His touch was gentle, as if he were exploring sacred terrain. The memory of what he’d done there had me clenching in sweet remembrance.

“Here,” he breathed, his fingers making a slow pass over the spot that harbored such power to electrify. “This…the secret sanctuary of your bliss, impossibly wet and warm—it was like burying myself in paradise. How it squeezed me, how it welcomed me…it was simply incredible.”

I could hear the sincerity of his words, the simple honesty that mirrored the primal fervor in his eyes. “You are the most flawless creature I’ve ever seen, Samantha,” Atticus murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck as his fingers continued to explore between my legs. “And now, you are mine.”

He took a couple of cleansing breaths. “I swear, the way you moved beneath me when I touched you…when I tasted you…it was like poetry in motion. And the way you screamed when you came…God, Sam…”

His words trailed off into a groan, his fingers dipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh that still throbbed. I gasped, an involuntary reaction to the jolt of electric current that coursed through my veins.

“You’re made for sex, Sam,” he said. His words, like a sweet poison, seeped into my veins.

His voice resonated in the air between us, hitting me with an intensity that was both unnerving and exhilarating. It was as if every syllable he uttered was designed to unsettle me, to knock me off-kilter. His words left me both melted and aflutter, inciting a paradoxical blend of anxiety and comfort within me. Listening to his deep timbre was a guilty pleasure—a secret indulgence that made me squirm.

Overwhelmed by it all, I tried to pull away from him again. It wasn’t his fault that my stupid anxiety gnawed at me. No one ever gave me anything without exacting payment. Nothing was ever free in life, and I feared I now owed him my soul. I couldn’t begin to fathom why I’d agreed—no, chosen—to participate in this sexual experiment. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. It wasn’t that I regretted what we’d done—he’d given me the best orgasms I’d ever had—it was that being with him was unthinkable, taboo even. Why had I allowed a man who was essentially my boss, sixteen years my senior, do the things he’d done? I had no answers. My carefully constructed life had been irrevocably changed. But then again, he had promised it would be as if it had never happened. Tears threatened to spill over again. Maybe he was right… All the hormones were making me crazy, and I was overanalyzing it.

“There’s no reason to cry or feel ashamed, my little Sammich. Our bodies have evolved to crave sexual gratification. There’s no great rule-keeper in the sky who’s going to smite you down for doing what comes naturally—for finding the ecstasy we all want.”

“Atticus, I’m not crying,” I said defensively, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. “I’m just catching my breath. You don’t need to coddle me; I’m a grown-ass woman.”

I got up from the bed, and the cool air rushed across my heated skin where his touch lingered. Turning away from him, I marched into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As soon as I caught sight of my disheveled appearance in the mirror, I laughed. My lips were swollen, my cheeks were flushed, and my hair was tangled from Atticus’s strong hands gripping and pulling at it. Oh my God, how many marks had he left on me? Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself against the marble countertop. Wow, I looked like I’d been ridden hard and put up wet, and we hadn’t even had actual sex. My heart hammered in my chest. I was still reeling from the amazing orgasms I’d just experienced. It was the first time a man had ever made me come.

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