Page 46 of One Night With You

“Okay, okay,” I panted, and then my panties were pulled to the side, and his mouth was on me.

I loved Kingston’s tongue. He could flatten it just right to cover my entrance, before curling it right at my clit. I wasn’t sure how he did those laps, and it was something I wanted to watch fully at some point. He kept going, tasting and sucking, and it took all within me not to fall into a puddle just then. And when he speared me with two fingers, no warning, I came. Just like with a trigger, I was gone, my toes curling, my hands gripping the counter.

“Kingston,” I panted.

“That’s it, say my name.”

I smiled down at him, and his blue eyes grew darker, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. With his hand still covering me, I knelt in front of him, cupping his cheeks, and kissed him.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned.

“I like the fact that I can taste myself on your mouth.”

“You are going to like that more and more. Because I’m never going to stop.”

A small part of me twisted in the best way possible, my pulse racing at his words.

Never stop. Because this could be more.

But no, I needed to push those thoughts out of my mind. This had all happened so fast, and I was just trying to catch up. So I pushed reality out of my mind and let myself just live in this moment.

With Kingston Montgomery.

The man, not the dream or the memory.

He kept kissing me, and then I was on my feet again, hands pressed to the counter. He’d shoved my shirt up, and pushed my bra up as well so my breasts were free, his large hands cupping them.

“I love the fact that they’re too fucking big for my hands.”

“They get in the way.”

“Not for me.” He plucked at my nipples, sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel the hard length of him against my back.

“I want you.”

“Then take me.”

I heard him reach into his pocket, the crinkle of a condom, and I was grateful. I only had them in my bedroom, and apparently, I was supposed to sprinkle them all over the house. I would. Next time.

And then he was pressing against me, and I went on my tiptoes, both of us groaning as he slid deep inside me. He held onto my hips, and then pulled out, before achingly pushing into me inch by inch.

It was hard and fast, and I could barely count my breaths before I was coming again, and he was following me.

He leaned over me, both of us sprawled over my counter, shaking.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had sex in the kitchen before.” I looked up at the cameras that I had positioned around my house for security and winced. “And I’m pretty sure that was just recorded.”

He kissed the back of my neck, and then my shoulder, and smiled against me. “I’ll take care of the feed. Don’t worry, no one else can see. You’re safe.”

“I know,” I whispered, knowing it for the truth.

I was safe. With him. Wasn’t that a scary thought?

He pulled out of me, and I immediately felt the ache between my legs. We cleaned up, and then sanitized the kitchen, laughing together, before we went back to work. His phone buzzed again, and he frowned at the readout.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t recognize the number, but it’s not spam.”

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