Page 101 of Get Undressed With Me

“I love it. Use me, Gus.”

And then she sucked him back into her hot little mouth and he lost his mind. He gripped her hair, fucking her mouth, his mind alive with her scent and the sight of her and everything. And when she slipped a hand around to his ass, squeezing, Gus lost it. He erupted, hoarsely groaning her name over and over again as she swallowed every bit of him.

When he was done, Gus collapsed, his grip now loose on her head. She took the opportunity to lick him clean before crawling back up to him.

“You’ve destroyed me,” he told her.

“Don’t wake me up next time.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is.”

He pulled her in for a kiss, smelling himself on her and loving it. And then he yanked her up higher on his body until her knees were on either side of his head. She blinked down at him, dazed.

“Hold the headboard, baby.”

And then he yanked her down onto his mouth, going to work doing what he loved.

Later, after Brittany had come on his mouth twice, Gus finally let her rest. While he was making coffee, he got a text from Val asking him to meet her at their coffee shop. After making Brittany swear she would stay in the condo with the doors lockeduntil he came home, he headed out to meet Val. She was already sitting at the usual table, yet another terrible scone untouched. She glanced up as he walked in.

“Oh good, you’re here. Got an update on the case,” she said as greeting.

“Hit me.”

“Florist called. The guy called in another order for our client. Wanted the driest, deadest roses they had to be sent to her.”

Gus froze. “That’s new. He’s usually about wooing her.”

“Something must have changed, because they said he wanted the card to read, ‘you’re going to regret betraying our love.’ The florist was concerned to say the least.”

“So, our guy thinks she’s no longer his.”

“Gee, you think that has anything to do with her tall, hot bodyguard?”

Gus leveled a glare at her but thought about it.

“If he knows about me and Brittany, it means he was at that party last night. And since the guest list was locked up—”

“He was a guest at your friend’s party. Get the guest list so we can go over it. And start thinking of anyone you saw last night that looked suspicious.”

“There wasn’t anyone I could recall, but…”

She rolled her eyes.

“Just tell me, I hate the dramatics.”

“Robbie showed up part way through. Drunk as fuck. Made a huge scene.”

Val’s eyes narrowed. “And then what happened?”

Gus shifted, uncomfortable with his past actions now that he knew Brittany’s stalker was there.

“I took him back to his hotel. Brittany caught a ride with a friend.”

To Val’s credit, she didn’t even blink at his confession. “You left the client unattended for a personal matter?”

“It was unavoidable. I contacted the security at the event and asked them to keep an eye on her.”

Val pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers, something Gus had only seen her do when faced with incredible stupidity.

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