Page 85 of Magnetic God

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll give you a hint. We’ve been before.”

I hum. “So it’s either Hawaii or Mexico.”

“Bingo.”

“Not going to tell me which one?”

“Nope.”

Two hours later, the jet lands in Cancun. A private car waits to take us to a resort that’s very different from the one we stayed at when I was in college. We’re in our own villa with private beach access. It’s beautiful and romantic.

Brooks carries me over the threshold into the villa. Inside, white candles are lit, creating a soft glow that leads the way to the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, Brooks helps me undress. When he sees the wings on the back, he kisses my shoulder.

“I asked Bruno to do this. I wasn’t sure if it would translate. My Angel. Forever.”

I spin, facing him. “It’s the perfect touch. If you ever tire of being the Face of the Brotherhood, you should come work for me.”

“For you? I love the sound of that.”

We share a smile before his head dips, capturing my lips in a soft kiss that soon turns heated. By the time we pull away, I’m panting.

“I’ve dreamed about this moment for years, Hannah. Please say I can take you to bed.”

“Take me to bed, Brooks.”

It’s my turn to help him undress. The moment is filled with soft touches as we make our way to the massive bed. Honest to god, I’ve never seen a bed so big in my life. Brooks scoops me into his arms, laying me on the soft mattress.

“Have I ever mentioned how sexy it is that you lift me like I weigh nothing?”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Then prepared to be wowed.”

He climbs into bed next to me and rolls us so I’m on top of him. I laugh, bracing my hand on his chest as I look down at him.

“I’m impressed.”

“Oh, it’s purely selfish, Angel.” He taps my right hip. “Move up.”

“Up?”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Heat blooms through my body.

“What?”

“You heard me. Daddy’s hungry.”

I snort, but say, “I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, but even if you did, it would be worth it. Now, get up there.”

I roll my bottom lip between my teeth. We’ve done a lot of things before, but not this. And I’ve gained some weight in the past six years. What if I really do hurt him when I sit on his face? Brooks rubs his thumb over my hip, bringing me back into the moment.

“Okay, how should I do this?”

“Lift up a bit and I’ll do the rest.”

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