Page 54 of Tangled with the Tight End

“That’s good.”

“When you get off work, would you mind coming to the lodge? I’d love to spend time with you and Gino today, and I’m going to call Marco to stop by. I want to talk to him about the restaurant.”

“He’ll love that.” I wiggle under him to adjust, slightly pretending I’m uncomfortable, but mostly because I want to arch against his solid frame.

Heat flares in his eyes. “I know something you’d love even more.” He slips down my body, nipping and licking my flesh as he goes. Once he’s at my sex, he spreads my thighs and crawls between my legs.

The second his tongue flicks my clit, I spread wider, arching into him and fist his hair.

“That’s my good girl. I love to see you demanding what you want.” He twirls his tongue around the tight nerves, causing me to whimper and rotate my hips.

“But I want you to tell me what you want.” His hot breath fans over my thigh.

“I want your mouth on me and your fingers buried in my pussy.”

“Jesus, Norah, you’re a better dirty talker than I am.” His fingers trace my slick seam but don’t penetrate into my heat.

I raise my head off the pillow and glare at him. “Do it now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He slides two fingers into my sex and holds my gaze. “Now be a good girl and hold those legs in the air, nice and wide, while I fuck my sweet pussy.”

“Oh, God.” I shake from head to toe but follow his command. He’s dead wrong. He’s the king of dirty talk, and I’m just racing to catch up.

The sound of my walls sucking his fingers is only drowned out by my moaning and his tongue flicking my clit. He curls his thick digits and flicks repeatedly over my G spot as my orgasm builds.

Flicking fingers. Sucking clit. Pussy filled by sweet thickness. Swipes over my G spot.

“Oh, my God, yes!” I crash with a litany of fucks and oh, Gods, as he continues to drive into me.

“That’s my good girl. Come hard on my fingers.” It’s as if my body does exactly what he says as my walls clutch down on him again and again.

twenty-eight

GABRIEL

As I work out,Gino jumps from machine to machine, chatting about them and showing me how to use them in his own unique way. “This one goes like this.” He crouches in front of a leg lift and struggles to get the footrest off the ground. When it doesn’t budge, he falls to the floor and uses his foot to press upward.

With a hearty grunt, it moves upward and then back down as he shifts his feet out of the way. “Good job, Gino.”

He beams as I release and press the weight inward. “Good job, Daddy. You’ve got this.”

God, I love this kid. How did Sloane leave him with Havana and never see him? And then drop him off with me without a backward glance. A little more than a stranger at that point.

He’s moved from playing in the attached playroom, to watching TV, to playing on his tablet, to working out almost in the same circuit I’ve completed when changing machines.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Buddy?” I inhale as I bring the two arm presses inward and hold for seconds. The arm press machine is my fifth machine today, and it continues to amaze me that Ginoentertains himself. He’s a great kid with a natural curiosity for how things work.

“Going to slide.” He sprints to the playroom and climbs the ladder to the slide. I won’t abandon him again. No matter what, I’ll be the best father I can possibly be for him.

My cell phone rings. I move off the machine and grab my phone. It’s my agent.

“What’s up?” My breath is slightly labored as I answer.

“You, if I had to guess,” he says.

I frown. “What does that mean?”

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