Page 18 of One Hot Chase

Her wicked grin returns as she seals her lips around my bollocks. The tip of her nose brushes against my cock, and I gasp in surprise. When the succubus pulls away, she licks her lips once more. "I already love the taste of you. But I seriously doubt you're so feeble that what I'm doing would actually give you a heart attack. My guess is you're in your late thirties."

"I'm thirty-seven. You're quite perceptive to guess my age so closely."

"Don't you want to know my age?"

"I might be a bloody stupid arse, but even I'm not foolish enough to do that."

"My age doesn't bother me. I'm thirty-four, in case you were curious."

With both hands, I massage her scalp, relishing the softness of her hair brushing against my skin. "I'm curious about everything when it comes to you, pet. Absolutely everything."

She takes me into her mouth again, making eager noises as she feasts on my cock with slow and deliberate movements. The torturous pace makes my heart beat faster.

"Fuck, Bree, you are incredible at giving head."

Her lips curl into a smile even while she goes on pleasuring me with her mouth. When she swirls her tongue round the head of my cock, I suck in a sharp breath and surrender to her every desire. This woman has accused me of being wicked and a stalker, but now she's on her knees giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. My, how quickly things have changed.

As she fondles my balls, she licks and suckles me with increasing vigor.

My heart pounds louder and faster, almost as if someone were pounding on a door. I pause, listening closely. Is someone knocking? Or am I imagining that? I push Sabrina away gently. "Do you hear that banging sound?"

"Mm-hm." She gazes up at me, seductively dragging her tongue over her lips. Her voice has become huskier too. "Please tell me that's not your door."

"Unfortunately, it is. Someone needs me."

"Yeah, I need you---in my mouth."

"I want that too." I hurriedly pull up my trousers and struggle to zip them up. "But first, I need to punch the wanker who interrupted us."

Bree sighs and slumps against the couch.

I race to the door and yank it open, careful to reveal only half of my body since my erection is now hard as granite. But I'm shocked to see my brother standing there. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you were meeting that crazy woman who thinks you're stalking her. Was it a good idea to be alone with her?"

"This is not the time, Julian."

He leans sideways, trying to peek around me because he's an annoying arse. "What's the big secret, Decky?"

"You know I hate it when you call me that, Julie."

My brother simply laughs. "Do you think I care? Can't wait to tell Darcy and Leo about this. The great Declan Wilde, firstborn in the most prestigious family in London, having a secret affair with an American girl." He edges closer and winds up bumping into me. "Sorry, Decky. You can't keep this under wraps forever. Come on, don't you want to get it off your chest?"

Sabrina appears beside me. I hadn't even noticed when she approached. All my attention had been centered on my pesky brother.

Her curiosity clearly gets the best of her, and she asks, "Who is this guy? He kind of looks like you, but not exactly."

Julian's grin widens. "I'm Decky's younger brother. Our sister Darcy is third in line after me, and our brother Leo is fourth."

"Wow, four siblings? I only have one---my sister Tabitha. I'm Sabrina, by the way."

My brother tries to wedge himself between me and Sabrina, but I quickly step in front of her. "Get out of the way, Julian, or you'll be kissing the door in about four seconds. One, two, three---"

"Okay, okay, calm down, Declan. It was lovely meeting you, Sabrina. You should come to Wildewick Hall sometime."

"Wildewick Hall?" Sabrina's eyes light up with curiosity. "That sounds like something out of a Jane Austen novel."

I groan inwardly. The last thing I need is Julian inviting Sabrina to our ancestral home where she might meet our parents. "It's nothing special, really. Just an old, drafty mansion."

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