Page 37 of The Only Time

With that, his tongue comes out and ever so gently swipes across my clit. My hips buck up, but his hands grab them and push me back down into place as his tongue moves faster and harder.

His lips press against my skin while his tongue dives deep into my pussy then moves back up to circle my clit. His face is buried in me, and I can barely breathe from the sensations it evokes.

“Shit!” I scream as he begins to suck my clit.

“Mmmm,” he moans into my sex. “You like that baby? You want me to suck on that clit some more?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. Not while his mouth ravishes me so perfectly. I close my eyes, basking in the sensations when a hard slap hits my clit.

“Answer me when I fucking talk to you, Mia,” he says, eyes dark with lust.

“Yes!” I scream. “Yes, I like it when you suck my clit. So much. It’s so fucking good.”

“Good girl,” he growls then slams his mouth back on my pussy.

Never would I think that would be something that turns me on, but oh my god! How do I tell him that I want him to do that again? I think I want it harder next time. I want him to spank me. Oh my god, I want him to fucking lose control on me.

No one has ever eaten me with such visceral desire. It feels like this is the one thing he’s wanted his entire life and is finally getting. It’s overwhelming.

His final groan onto my clit does me in. I come on a scream as my fingers clutch the sheets below me, desperately trying to hang onto this world, afraid I’m being transported to another universe with my earth-shattering orgasm.

When he pulls away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as a tortured look crosses his face. Before I can even offer to return the favor, he gets out of bed and walks into his bathroom. Not even a minute later, I hear a groan come from the bathroom.

I don’t know how to take it that he didn’t want me to touch him. But I can feel that his wall is back up when he comes back into bed, so I don’t press him on it. I turn to face the window, knowing it’ll be impossible to calm my racing thoughts and get to sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Eric

I’m screwed. I’ll never be the same after tasting Mia last night. I could’ve come from just the pleasure of watching her take what I was giving her. She was one hundred percent in the moment, unafraid to show exactly how turned on she was. I love it when a woman expresses herself freely during sex, and Mia did just that.

I didn’t mean to slap her pussy, but she just pissed me off. I don’t like feeling so out of control with desire. But what I didn’t expect was for her to be so turned on by it. I can’t imagine what it would be like to sink myself into her. To play out my darkest fantasies.

And that’s exactly why I can’t go down that path. It will lead to my heart getting involved. One thing that I haven’t done since Mia has come around is think about my ex. This is the longest I’ve gone without her crossing my mind.

But is it really an accomplishment when my mind trades in one woman for another? It’s not like Mia doesn’t have the same capability as Kim did to break me.

Instead of letting either girl occupy my brain, I decide to throw myself back into work. I don’t even stop for lunch. I don’t want to risk walking out of my office and getting distracted. I manage to get on the phone with Peter without wanting to kill him, which in of itself is a miracle.

The acquisition is still on schedule, even with my injury taking up a lot of my time. I’m still going to wait until Monday to go back into the office.

After I feel like I can’t look at a screen for a minute longer, I slam my laptop down. I get up and walk into the kitchen where Mia stands, talking on the phone.

Judging by the voice I can hear when I walk past—I know it’s Layla. Her ability to not scream into the phone is non-existent. I’ve tried to tell her she does it, but she tells me I’m being dramatic.

“Oh, he wants to take me there tonight. That’s nice,” Mia says halfheartedly.

I stop in my tracks and turn back around, leaning closer to hear what they’re talking about.

“Yes, you should come. I’ll be there all night. Ryder will keep you safe, I’ll make sure of it,” I hear Layla say.

No fucking way. There is no way she is going to my sister’s restaurant with Ryder. That man is a douche. Okay, fine—he’s a nice guy. But I don’t like the idea of him taking Mia there. She’d be more comfortable with me. She’d be safer with me. I know what’s going on, I know to be on the lookout. He doesn’t know about her ex, so he can’t keep her safe.

I grab the phone out of Mia’s hand. “I’ll take her to your restaurant.”

“Eric?” she questions. “You want to take Mia out tonight?”

“Yes. She’ll be safer with me.”

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