Page 72 of Deck the Fire Halls

Begging.

“Suck it,” I hissed.

So out of character for me. I was never this brazen, this demanding. But with him? I needed him in ways I’d never known. In ways I didn’t understand.

He grinned as he sank his mouth over the tip, licking the slit, the frenulum, then sucking me down.

It damn near brought my hips off the bed, and I cried out. My orgasm rushed to the surface, so fast, so hard.

I tried to back down and pull away, but Soren gripped my hips and held me still as he devoured me. He sucked and tongued my cock, tugged on my balls, and with my freshly fucked ass, I had no hope of holding on.

I came so hard. So,sohard. My orgasm ripped through me, decimating my bones, my mind. My whole body surged as I shot my load down his throat. He drank it, swallowing every drop until I was wrecked and convulsing.

Unable to speak. Unable to think.

Floating on an incredible high. Ecstasy, like nothing I’d ever felt.

Soren collapsed on the bed beside me with a laugh. Ilifted my hand, my arm so heavy. I still couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely blink. Another tremor racked through me and I groaned.

Soren laughed again, lifted my hand to his lips, and kissed my knuckles. “So,” he said. “That was possibly the best sex of my life.”

I laughed, still not sure I could speak. Then Soren pulled me into his arms, pulled the blankets over us, and I slept like the dead.

My ass wassore the next day, but I didn’t regret it. Hell, if Soren walked through my office door right this second, I’d let him rail me again.

On my desk.

God, on the floor if he wanted to. Anywhere he wanted, any way he wanted me.

We’d fallen asleep in his bed for an hour, and I’d woken up to him tracing gentle circles on my back. We showered together and he made me coffee, never more than a step away. Always touching, pressing soft kisses to my back, my shoulder, my neck, my lips.

He was a touchy-feely lover, and while I was very new to that, I loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it.

He was gentle, caring, attentive. In the bedroom was a different matter. He was totally dominating and in charge but still tender. The way he held me and kissed my shoulder while he nailed me was a juxtaposition I couldn’t get out of my head.

Was having a bit of trouble getting the blow job out of my head too...

“Doctor O’Reilly,” Katie said from the door. “You have a visitor. Captain De Silva. He’s not a patient here. He doesn’t have an appointment.”

Captain De Silva. Oh, I liked the sound of that.

My stomach swooped, excitement tingled through my veins. “That’s fine, Katie. I’ll see him. Send him in.”

Soren, dressed in black jeans and a dark gray sweater, appeared in my door, smiling and sexy as hell. He had his hand behind his back and produced a rose. A single red rose.

“For you,” he said.

My heart thumped and my grin became a laugh. “Really? For me?”

He nodded and stepped inside. “Of course. You have to accept it because the appointment’s been made at the florist to have my kidney removed to pay for it. Do you know how expensive these are at this time of year?”

I stood up, unable to stop smiling. “Then I accept it.”

He handed it over as if it were some kind of declaration in itself. Heck, maybe it was. “How are you... feeling?”

I ignored the heat in my face. “Can unequivocally confirm that I’m more than fine. Best I’ve felt in years, to be honest.”

His eyes danced and he chewed on his bottom lip. “Glad to hear that.”

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