Page 42 of Inheriting Miss Fortune

I was going to come right there on the floor. “That right?” My voice didn’t sound very steady. I swallowed and tried again. “You sure you don’t want something else around your cock?”

What the fuck was I doing? I decided I didn’t care.

His eyes darkened even more until it became hard for me to swallow. His hand moved from my hair down to my face to clasp my chin. His touch was deceptively tender, and his words were the same.

“That what you want, Tully?”

I closed my eyes as desire swept over me. My head felt like it was a billion tiny bits of dandelion fluff all trying to pretend to be something solid and capable.

“I want you,” I admitted softly. “So fucking badly. However you want me. However you need.”

He leaned down and kissed me, gentle at first. But then he pressed harder, and the kiss became more desperate, hungry. I lost my breath in wanting him, craving more of him. Bits and pieces of words tumbled out of me between biting kisses.Pleaseandgodandanything.

Eventually, Dev grabbed me up and manhandled me over to the large sofa before shoving me down on my back, stripping the rest of my clothes, and climbing on top of me. Our bare cocks pressed together as he crushed his mouth to mine again. My hands were everywhere… touching, caressing, grabbing. It wasn’t enough, but I kept trying.

I wanted to take. I wanted to give. I wanted to fuse us into one unrecognizable shape of lust and desire until all that remained was an empty husk and the echo of gasping breath.

How was it possible to want someone this much?

“Let go, dammit,” he growled.

I pulled my hands away a split second before realizing that wasn’t what he’d meant. He wanted my orgasm. He wanted to make me come.

“Don’t want it to end,” I confessed raggedly.

He made a noise in his throat and shook his head before muttering something about buttoned-up city boys needing to get dirty.

And then he moved down my body and swallowed my cock. Within seconds, it was over. My body thrust up into that delicious heat. My fingers scrambled for something to hold on to. My legs came around him in hopes he wouldn’t pull away.

The dandelion fluff scattered to the wind.

And I remained quite solidly in Dev’s orgasm debt.

FOURTEEN

DEV

It was a mistake. Of course it was a mistake. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

Touching Tully—tasting him, teasing him, making him come—was worth any amount of complication it would cause between us in regards to Lellie.

I’d fantasized about him too long and too often to chastise myself for taking what I wanted one more time.

The scent of him surrounded me as I pulled off his softening cock and resisted pressing a kiss to the tender skin of his inner thigh.

Tully’s hands gentled in my hair as his breathing settled. “Fuck,” he said in a voice hoarse from blowing me earlier.

But I didn’t want his gentleness. Not now. I needed to get the hell away from him before taking everything he was willing to give me.

I was still smarting from his implication I was a poor choice of parent for Lellie. I understood it came from his anger and resentment toward my decision not to keep her, but it still cut deep.

It still mingled with the existing insecurities I had… and it festered.

“We should get some sleep,” I said, pushing off the sofa, away from his tempting bare body.

“W-what?”

I didn’t dare look at him. “Morning comes early around here,” I mumbled, grabbing up my clothes and shoving my legs into my boxer briefs.

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