Page 31 of Fatal Attraction

My doorbell rang, and I cursed as I remembered I had no fucking clue what I did with my phone. Carter moved warily toward the door and then shouted, “Who is it?”

“It’s us,” came Phoenix’s sweet voice, and I swallowed, stumbling from the couch to hunt for my phone, knowing I was about to catch an earful. By the time I found it in the kitchen, buried deep in the bottom of my purse, it was too late. Carter let them in. Phoenix was talking with Carter, giving me no choice but to look at Spike, who was glaring daggers at me.

Uh oh.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

He stalked toward me, instantly checking me over when we were face-to-face. His large hands reached up to cup my cheeks, and he sighed once he smelled the alcohol on my breath, his lips pinched, brows arched.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I’ve had a very bad day,” I muttered in a seductively soft pitch, licking my lips as I studied his, my hand sneaking down to rub his dick through his slacks. Sex was the last thing I should be thinking about right now, but I was so stressed the fuck out and desperately needed the release. To not feel like such a fucking letdown, even if it was just for a few minutes.

“Oh?” Spike grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand harder against his cock. “And what would you like me to do about that?”

“Carter is going to get me some food,” I whispered as I stroked him gently, my pussy quivering when I felt his cock pulse through the fabric. “We’ll have as long as it takes him to leave and get back. Think you can manage that?”

The feral shift in his eye was all the answer I needed.

“She wants pizza,” Spike shouted over his shoulder.

“How many? And what kind?”

“Surprise me," I answered. "Make sure you get enough for everyone.”

“Um…Charlotte,” Carter said uncomfortably, turning his back to us when Spike lifted me up like I weighed nothing and sat me atop the island. “I need your keys.”

Shit.

I twisted around to grab my purse, then tossed him the keys once I’d fished them out.

“Take your time,” Phoenix insisted as Spike’s hands dove under my dress, his fingers making fast work of sliding the black lace down my thighs.

I didn’t hear Carter’s reply through my own yelp—courtesy of the large hand forcing me to lie flat against the island—and I fucking prayed he was gone because Spike’s head was now between my legs, inflicting one long and deliciously hot lick up my pussy.

Fuck, yes.

My eyes rolled back as he continued to feast, my breath coming out in uneven sputters. Using one hand, I slightly lifted myself and brushed through his dark hair with my other hand, grasping it hard while I watched his expert mouth and tongue suck and lick all over my engorged clit.

Spike came up for air long enough to kiss me, and my body shivered as his rough hands slid up my dress again, pulling it and my bra up until they were over my head and on the floor with my panties.

“That’s enough.”

My eyes snapped up, landing on Phoenix who was already naked and lingering a few feet away, stroking his beautiful cock. Spike grinned, then stepped aside so Phoenix could approach me. He wound me up in his arms, and instinctively my legs latched around his waist. I whimpered asmy favorite part of him nudged against my pussy while he carefully carried me through the living room and up the stairs.

Phoenix kissed me once—gently, sweetly—and although he stared at me in pure adulation, I could see the pain caged tightly behind those pretty green eyes. The fear. The despair. How scared he was that he’d lose me.

He was haunted by this.

These cases.

Blaire.

But before I could dare open my mouth to tell him everything would be okay, he brushed his lips against my jaw and then gently laid me on the bed.

He started at my feet and alternated between each leg, each tender kiss sending a flurry of goosebumps across my sensitive skin. My core wept for him the closer he approached that sacred spot, and I moaned when he forced my legs apart and dove in, picking right back up where Spike left off.

“Edge her,” the devil himself commanded from the doorway, stripping out of the last of his clothes. “I want her soaked and screaming.”

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