Page 95 of The Romance Library

‘Hello?’ she called out, confusion in her voice. I didn’t answer.

When she opened the door, her eyes widened with surprise.

‘Theo! What are you… I thought you said it’d be better if you didn’t…’

‘Would you like me to leave?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she said emphatically. ‘Come in.’

She stepped aside and once I was inside, she closed the door.

‘Were you fucking yourself with your hands?’ I stood in front of her.

‘Um, why would you ask that?’

‘Answer the question,’ I growled.

‘Yes. Why?’

‘Because,’ I said, running my finger over her lips, ‘I’ve come to finish the job.’

‘Ohhh…’ A mischievous smile touched her lips.

‘How do you feel about using the scene from the book as inspiration?’ My head gestured towards her desk.

‘I like that idea. A lot.’

‘Well, what are you waiting for? Take off your knickers and sit on the edge of that desk.’ I repeated the words from the book.

Smirking, Jess walked over to the desk, moved her laptop to the bed, removed her knickers, then perched at the edge, just like I’d asked her.

I spread her legs wider, just like Rocco had done in the book, but instead of swiping a finger between her legs, I dropped to my knees and used my tongue.

Jess threw her head back and her hips jerked upwards.

‘Fuck yes,’ she panted.

I flattened my tongue against her again, then started flicking it against her clit.

‘Mmm.’ I looked up at her and licked my lips. ‘You taste so good.’

Jess grabbed my head and pushed it deeper into her. She wanted more and I was happy to give her exactly what she wanted.

As I licked and sucked Jess’s sensitive nub, she wrapped her legs around my neck, and I could tell from her moans and the way her body was reacting to my tongue that she was close.

‘Oh God, Theo! Theo,’ she repeated. The sound of my name falling from her lips was what dreams were made of.

I dialled up the rhythm, and as she rocked against my mouth, she cried out.

‘Fuckkkk, Theo, oh God!’

As her orgasm ripped through her, I tried to stop myself from coming. This wasn’t about me, it was about her.

Her body stilled, and when I was certain she’d finished, I leant back, then licked away the juices around my mouth.

‘Good?’ I asked.

‘Good?’ she panted. ‘More than good.’ Her chest heaved. ‘Thank you.’

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