Page 72 of Take It Offline

I pull off, licking my lips. We both know what she wants, and as much as I’d love to give it to her, I won’t. She needs to realizethat this can be just as good without a finish line. Orgasms are great, but they’re not a task to tick off on a to-do list.

Getting there is the fun part. That soulless dirtbag clearly didn’t know how to show her that, but I fucking can.

The lace is soaked, completely ruined, so I rip them off her. Fuck it, I’ll buy her a suitcase full of them if she wants.

She’s shaved, not bare. I’ll be wearing signs of the burn when we leave. Good. Let every asshole here see how well I worship her.

“Anytime now,” Emma says, but the command is lost to how ruined she sounds.

“These are mine,” I say, pocketing her underwear. “And you don’t get to make demands right now. All you’re allowed to do is stand there and enjoy this.”

She shakes as I breathe hotly over her clit.

“And don’t you dare come.”

I lose time to the taste of her, savoring every sound she makes as I lick and suck, spreading her apart and spearing my tongue as deep as I can manage.

My pants strain against my erection, but I ignore it. I don’t need anything except her writhing against my lips.

If she never breaks through her issue, we don’t have to stop. I can keep her. Give me long enough, and maybe I can convince her she’s not broken. Orgasm or not.

I reach up, covering her hand with mine, squeezing until she’s gripping tight. It stings just this side of good.

Eyes closed, reveling in the pain, I grit out, “Fuck my tongue.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Like my perfect fucking dream, she does as she’s told. I lap at her, greedy for more of her delicious pussy as she holds my head in place and grinds against my mouth. I’m panting like amadman, desperate for every whimper that pours from her lips, getting high off how wrecked she looks.

I almost come in my pants like a teenager.

She’s fucking perfection. How she could let the opinion of anyone—especially that asshole—rule her life keeps me up at night.

If she never comes, I don’t care.

And if she does, I’m going to make it so goddamn good that no man can ever measure up. FuckingLogan.

Let him try.

Actually, fuck that. I don’t want him touching her again.

As soon as her thighs tense against my hands, I stop. She’s lingering on the precipice, right where I want her. I wipe a hand over my mouth as I stand, congratulating myself for the beautiful flush on Emma’s cheeks.

“Oh my,” she pants, trailing off as she collects herself.

She looks the way I feel.

Fucking incredible.

“Give me a few minutes to picture something disgusting so we can walk out of here,” I say, fixing my pants.

“You don’t want to take care of it?” she asks, assessing the hard outline of my dick, which jumps like it’s trying to get a gold star.

Christ, she’s temptation itself.

I tip her chin back, hovering so close we’re sharing the same breath. “Told you before, sometimes a little delayed gratification is better.”

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