Page 63 of Just This Once

“Giving it back to its rightful owners. A gift from my sister Sylvie to Duke. We’re stowing it here and I’m going to do a few repairs on some of the interior woodwork, if I can.”

Admiration caused a swell of emotion, but worry pricked at my brain. Whip was nothing like his father. It gnawed at me that Russell King was so heartless he would wield his influenceand power over his own children. “How does your dad feel about that?”

He lightly scoffed and put an arm around my shoulders, dragging me against him and dropping a light kiss on the top of my head. “You’re pretty smart, Prim. You know that?”

I preened and leaned into his warm embrace. “The plan is to hope he doesn’t notice but deal with the fallout when he does. Come on.” Whip sighed and guided me back toward the exit before he flipped off the lights and locked the workshop. “I’ve got plans for you that don’t include talking about my fucked-up family.”

In a swift movement, he slapped my ass and I yelped, taking off like a shot across the grass to escape him. I ran, but heavy footsteps thundered behind me. A giddy zip followed by a primal squeal tore through the darkness. Despite my best efforts, Whip caught me around the middle and hoisted me up. I giggled and fought his hold.

Though I struggled and kicked, Whip jostled me until I was in a firefighter’s carry, upside down over his shoulder. “No fair! You’ve done this before!”

Whip effortlessly held me in place while he unlocked his door and hauled me toward his bedroom. With two hands, he braced my hips and let me slide down his front. His eyes bore into mine. “I promise you, Prim. I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”

A deep greediness ripped through me. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I was the only woman to ever be with Whip, but I carried an innate feminine knowing that, for the time being, he really wasmine.

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, locking my eyes with his. Slowly, I sank to my knees, never breaking eye contact. “Is this how I earn the princess treatment?”

My fingers teased the waistband of his pants, brushing the taut skin of his lower belly. He clenched at my touch.

“It’s a pretty good start.” His ice-blue eyes were hungry. Every muscle in his body went rigid at my teasing touch. I may have been on my knees, but I held the power as I slowly unzipped his pants and watched him fall apart in front of me.

The sight of his cock, even then, took my breath away. It bulged through the smooth surface of his black boxer briefs. I palmed its length, tracing over each barbell that ran underneath its width.

It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been on my knees for him, but instead of tearing at each other’s clothes, fighting for the finish line, I wanted to tease.

Torture.

I planned to use my mouth to make him see stars. I wasn’t at all worried about Whip coming first—experience told me he would more than make up for it.

“I don’t trust that look in your eye.” Whip’s voice was a rasping husk that sent tingles cascading down my spine.

I shot him a wicked grin as I lowered his pants and underwear, freeing him. “I’m going to ruin you for all other women.” I slowly licked a prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

With a deep groan, Whip’s head fell back. Then he glowered at me before his hand caressed my cheek. “You already have, Prim.”

My nipples pinched painfully in my bra. I wanted him to throw me down and take me, but I was determined to drag this out for him. Adjusting my position, I gripped him with one hand while I teased the head of his dick. Slowly, I started taking him deeper into my mouth, lashing my tongue across the metal barbells.

My eyes watered, and my head bobbed as I took him deeper still. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I used it to suck and tease. I moaned around him, feeling my pussy grow wetter. Sex with Whip was salacious and freeing. I’d never experienced anything like it, and I wantedmore.

Releasing my grip, I kept my mouth on him and my eyes glued to his. My free hand dipped between his legs, gently stroking the soft skin of his balls. Carefully sucking in a lungful of breath through my nose, I took him as deeply as I could. Whip shivered and his hips twitched. Teasing the sensitive spot behind his balls, I worked him deeper and deeper until my jaw ached.

With Whip I was wild, free. An idea bloomed in my mind, one that was filthier than I’d ever dared to imagine. I sat back, swirling my tongue across his head as I smiled up at him.

“I have an idea. Can we try something?” A shy blush heated my cheeks as my lashes lowered.

Whip reached down and hauled me to my feet. “Anything.”

I quickly unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the ground, and slipped out of my sneakers. My shirt was next, hitting the floor, followed by my bra and panties. I stood, bare and humming with anticipation in front of him as he made quick work of undressing himself.

The cut lines of his abs bunched as his breaths sawed in and out of him. He reached for me, slicking a finger between my legs. “You’re fucking soaked, Prim. Tell me you’re so wet from taking my cock down that tight little throat.”

Before he could push that finger farther, I stepped back toward the bed. “I want more.” I clambered onto the bed. His eyebrow popped up when I lay on my back with my feet stretching away from him. Then I shimmied to the edge and hung my head off the bed. “Like this.”

His eyes were dark and wild as he stroked his cock with a hard tug and stepped forward. “You want me to fuck your throat?”

I licked my lips and nodded.

“Open your mouth.”

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