Page 101 of Deck of Scarlets

And more.

More?

I nearly lost my shit when his voice filled my head. When I didn’t answer right away, he continued, his tongue claiming mine. Tell me what you want.

But how could I when he was seconds away from swallowing me whole?

Catching on, he slowed down, giving us a second to get some air. “Tell me what you want more of. Tell me…” he paused, his throat bobbing from a hard swallow.

I guided his hand to the front of my belt, making sure he knew exactly how I wanted more. “I want you to touch me.”

With half-closed eyes and swollen lips, he undid the buckle, pulling it free from the loops and tossing it aside. Kneeling before me, he reached for the waistband of my pants. “Lift that perfect ass.”

I did as he said, using my hands to keep balance on the table while he tugged down my pants and underwear to my ankles.

Josh inhaled sharply. “Remi.”

Breathing heavily, I spread my legs a little wider, his pupils were blown out, mouth hanging slightly open. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the prophecy, not the Order, not even the demons possibly lurking outside the tiny room.

All that mattered was us.

Still on his knees, Josh began to trail kisses up my right inner thigh. Rolling my eyes, I gripped the edge of the table for support, breathing erratically and moans escaping my swollen lips.

Slow and torturous, he moved to the left, stopping, a sensual smile almost sending me over the edge. “Josh, please.”

“So needy,” he purred, blowing cool air where I wanted his mouth, making me squirm with need. Fisting his hair, I tried to push his mouth closer, but he only laughed, fighting against me.

Panting, Josh slipped one finger in between my folds, trailing down my entrance until that one finger slipped inside, and then another, until three were inside me. “That’s my girl, already so wet.”

I nearly folded then, my wetness soaking his hand as he pumped in and out. I rocked against his palm with each thrust of his fingers, that intense coiling sensation beginning to form in my core, tightening by the second.

Using his thumb, he circled my clit, heightening the sensation, electrifying my nerves, my skin aflame with desire. That was when his mouth took over.

His tongue swirled while his fingers worked, the combination so deadly that I rocked faster, the desk slamming hard against the wall behind me. Leaning my head back against the windowsill, I moaned, never letting go of his hair, getting lost in the way he took control.

He growled from my whimpers. “You taste exquisite.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” I warned breathlessly.

He chuckled, swirling his tongue once more, my clit throbbing, begging for release. Pressure built faster this time, bracing for that tight coil to snap.

As I ground against his mouth, he removed his hands from inside, only to lift me by the ass until I perched on his strong jaw. Squeezing and kneading my ass, along with that fucking tongue, my control snapped, the coil springing free into an intense orgasm, my shouts of pleasure filling the small space we shared.

I most likely blew our cover, but I didn’t care, not after what we had done. What he did.

Coming down from the high, Josh gently put my underwear and pants on; he even funneled the belt back through the loops and buckled it. His mouth was glossy from my wetness, and I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip, cleaning the leftovers, only for him to stare right into my soul, licking the fingers he used clean, my mouth slightly agape.

I could have come again after that.

I ran my fingers through his curls, his eyes closing, sighing deeply. He looked so peaceful. “You touching me is like—”

“Josh? Remi?” yelled Chloe.

Suddenly, the world seemed to shatter beneath our feet, causing a catastrophic disaster.

We pulled apart, realizing what we had done.

I tried to regain control of my breathing and smoothed down my clothes and hair, afraid of making it even more apparent.

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