Page 52 of Devoted

“But I didn’t win.”

I shake my head as I lean over her and yank her on her back, hovering over her on my couch while she gasps in surprise. I’m not ready for her to leave yet, for me to go back to my reality. So if I wanna lose myself in her wet, tight heat for a little while, that’s what I want—as long as she’s okay with that, of course.

“I know you didn’t. But I’ve got a craving I need to satisfy. Care to help me out?” I arch a brow at her as her mouth falls open and a soft moan escapes.

“You’re making it very hard to resist you, Brooks Bennet.”

“Ditto, babe.”

I make quick work of her jeans and then go to town, lapping her up and driving my tongue as deep inside of her as I can. I explore more than I did the other night, working her up slowly, building the intensity of her orgasm, so that when it hits, she’ll scream out in pleasure and have trouble seeing.

“Brooks!” My name on her lips is both a cry and a plea, for pleasure or relief, I’m not sure. But aren’t those two things one in the same sometimes?

Short flicks, long drags, deep plunges—I use my tongue in every way possible before clamping down on her clit and sucking it hard between my lips, pulling her orgasm out of her. When she comes back to life, opening her eyes and peering down at me, we both smile before making ourselves look presentable again. The only place I have to take her is home, but I still need to run to the store after that and the last thing I need is to look like I just went through a round of oral sex.

“I didn’t even get to see the rest of your place,” she mutters as I drive her to her apartment.

“You saw the best part.”

“What? The couch?”

“No, the stars from your orgasm.”

“Brooks!” Jess swats me playfully and then intertwines her fingers with mine while we drive.

I walk her to her door and kiss her goodnight before jumping back in my car and heading for the store, ruminating on how happy that woman makes me—until an inkling in my brain reminds me that although I’m not outright lying to her, I am withholding the truth.

And eventually, even the words I’ve left unspoken will catch up to me. I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to reassure Jess that everything is fine. But I’m just hoping I get to live in our blissful bubble a little while longer.

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