Page 105 of Between the Lines

“That’s it, Chaos. You’re so pretty. You feel so good around my fingers.” I flick her clit back and forth again before giving it agentle smack. She moans, loudly, her body tightening. “Can you come for me? Let go, sweetheart.”

Her back arches further, like she’s offering her tits to me. I take them. Kiss across one and then bring her nipple into my mouth, biting down on it.

Slap her clit one more time.

“Oh my God,” she says, and then her orgasm overtakes her. I release her hardened tip to watch as her body quivers, listening to the broken mewls spilling out of her lips. Her pussy squeezes tight around my fingers and I damn near pass out from the pleasure of watching her take her own.

She moans again, and her body shudders. Goes limp and falls forward against my chest. I give her clit one final rub before wrapping my arm around her bare waist.

“You did so good,” I tell her. She’s breathing hard, her face in the crook of my neck and body still shuddering.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.

“I can.”

High color spreads across her cheeks. I wait until she’s looking at me, eyes locked, before I pull my fingers out of her heat.

I put them in my mouth and slowly lick them clean.

Charlotte’s eyes widen, and she stares at me in shock. A furrow appears between her eyebrows and I know she’s worried about this.

“Delicious,” I say when I’m done. “I always knew you would be.”

She digs her teeth into her lower lip but says nothing. Still sitting in my lap, still naked, her chest heaving.

“Wow,” she murmurs after a stretched moment. “You mean that?”

“Sweetheart, you’ve got me so hard, I’m going to come the second I stroke myself. Yes. I mean it. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

She looks down at where she’s been grinding. My erection is a steel rod, outlined through the black fabric of my suit pants.

Charlotte reaches down and runs her fingers over it. Pain shoots through me, I’m so close.

“Chaos,” I say. The whiskey is making my head thick, and despite her being the ultimate mood booster, I know this isn’t somewhere we should tread. Not when I’m this on edge. “I’m going to come in zero point five seconds. After all this time, our first time having sex again won’t be when I can’t fuck you properly, and when I’m pissed off at the world. And not after we argued.”

She stands in front of me fully naked. The length of her silky body is cast in beautiful light from the sconces behind her.

My eyes travel over the expanse of her skin. Linger on her tousled hair, bouncing around her shoulders when she cocks her head. “So come then, Hartman.”

The words send another jolt of heat through me. “You want to watch, Chaos? Is that it?”

She takes another step back, and reaches for the bottle of whiskey I left abandoned on the table. She pours a knuckle’s worth of amber liquid and takes a sip before letting the glass dangle from her fingers.

There’s an expectant look in her eyes. “Yes. It’s payback. You saw me in the shower… I want to watch you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell her and reach for the buckle of my belt. “Before this damn memoir is even finished.”

“I guess I’ll publish it posthumously.” Her eyes burn into mine. Those blue, intelligent eyes that I’ve been incapable oflooking away from ever since our night in Utah. “That will make it a guaranteed success.”

When I walked in and saw her standing much like she is right now, under the bright bathroom lights in the hotel shower, with the nozzle between her legs and pleasure on her face.

I knew I shouldn’t think about that image again. Knew it was a violation. And couldn’t help picturing the scene in my mind anyway.

Pushing down my pants, I grip my cock. Her eyes narrow in on that, and her look alone makes my dick twitch in my grasp. I’m so fucking hard, it hurts.

The need to be inside her pounds through me.

But not tonight. Not when fury is still running through my veins and anger is a vise around my heart.

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