Page 40 of Take the Bait

“Tucker,please.” She didn’t care about propriety anymore. All she could think about was getting what she so desperately wanted—needed.

All it took was his tongue pressed against her clit with one fleeting flick, and she sobbed with relief at the way he sent her body over the edge, her body bucking and shaking without her control as he grazed his teeth over her clit, extending an already powerful orgasm.

As she came to, she gave him a sated smile, then glanced down to his pants—to where his erection pressed against his jeans so intensely that she could make out the shape of it, could tell that he was about ready to explode.

“Your turn?” She asked.

“I want to do this a thousand more times,” he said, setting the smoothie back on the tray.

“You can,” Hanna responded. “But right now, I want you to come on my tits.”

Tucker’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening, lust and anticipation and hesitation warring in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m already about to blow like a fucking teenager,” he said, palming his hard-on through his jeans.

Hanna laughed. “But you are. And I want you to take care of that.”

She could tell he wanted to keep going. That he’d torture her with that damn smoothie for the rest of the morning—maybe even the rest of the weekend, if he made another one. But right now, all she cared about washispleasure. Makinghimfeel good. Because there was something about watching this man lose control for her that made her feel invincible.

His hands reached for his zipper, but he paused and glanced back at the smoothie, still unsure.

“Tucker,please.” She whispered as his gaze came back to hers.

He flew into motion.

His pants were down.

Boxers next.

Fisting his dick, he groaned as he looked down on Hanna’s bare body, relaxed and satisfied from her orgasm.

“This is going to be fucking embarrassing,” he panted. “I’m going to come way too damn quick.”

“Then fucking come,” Hanna said, her eyes glued to the way he pumped himself to a finish, then captivated by his face as he came all over her tits, warm ropes of his come spraying her as he roared.

“Fuck, shortcake,” he groaned as the last of his finish poured over her. “You trying to fucking kill me?”

No, you’re trying to kill me, Hanna thought. Nobody had ever taken care of her—sexually or otherwise—the way Tucker did. Nobody ever made herfeelthis way, period. She’d never had orgasms like this—never had sexual experiences even close to comparable. And it might be just enough to either scare the shit out of her or do something even more stupid like fall in love with him.

Tucker’d never comelike that.

Never had sex like that.

Fuck if Hanna wasn’t ruining him for every other woman on this planet.

Fuck if he didn’t mind.

After helping her clean up, they’d finished eating breakfast and settled back in bed, where she now rested her head on his bare chest, her lips tipped up in a half-smile.

“What are you thinking about, shortcake?”

Her eyes flitted up to him, then she sighed. “My sister. And Madi. Just excited to see them at Christmas.”

“Yeah? Got anything special planned?” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, tugging her closer.

“Just the usual.Friendsreruns. A gingerbread house competition. Lots of eating.” She sighed. “I miss them.”

Tucker’s heart ached. He knew Hanna was lonely. Knew she missed her sister and her best friend something fierce.

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