Page 23 of Personal Foul

Her breath caught. Her heart pounded.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he ordered, just before he grabbed her hips and jerked her to the edge of the couch.

Slowly, he leaned forward to swipe his tongue along her slit. As he commanded, she watched him, thinking she never saw anything more erotic in her life. The pace of his tongue was agonizing, just slow enough to keep her balanced on the edge without letting her fall. It had been so long that it didn’t take her very long to reach the precipice. She whined, desperately bucking her hips for just a little bit more stimulation. She felt the vibrations of his chuckle.

“Does my baby want to come?” he asked, blowing against her sensitive folds.

“Please,” she begged.

“You beg so prettily,” he murmured.

After a few more tantalizing licks, he zeroed in on her clit. Quickly flicking his tongue over the swollen nub, alternating with sucking it sharply. The slight bite of pain only drove her even more crazy. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy and stroked, finding that magical spot that caused her to cry out.Her body exploded with pleasure, releasing into a mind-blowing climax.

Kaiden guided her down from the high. When he cupped her face as he kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said softly.

He went to move away and she frowned. “Do you need me to—”

“Sh.” He placed a finger over her mouth. “This was all for you, baby. We’ll get there eventually.”

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight, and she felt just how hard he was. True to his word, he didn’t push her for sex. Kaiden held her for a long time. There was comfort in his embrace. When it was time for him to leave, he gently kissed her one more time and promised to call.

Romilly dreamed of him that night.

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“…The Clydesdales made their debut in April of 1933. To celebrate the repeal of Prohibition, August A. Busch, Jr., and Adolphus Busch III, gifted the horses to their father, cementing their iconography as the mascot for Anheuser-Busch Company. This concludes the tour for today. Thank you so much for listening to me rattle on. The gift shop is right through there.”

The tour guide gestured to the exit and Kaiden held Romilly’s hand as they followed the crowd. A huge sign proclaiming “Welcome to the Home of Budweiser” hung from the ceiling. As people shopped, Kaiden held up a few t-shirts to show Romilly.

“Which one?” he asked, swapping out the shirts for her to respond. He held up a blue one and a red one with the company’s logo.

She pointed to the red. “It’s my favorite color.”

He grinned. “What size do you wear? Small?”

“Yes, but you don’t need to—”

“We’ll be twinsies.”

“Twinsies? Really?”

He grinned. Just then a teenage boy came up, hope on his face as he nervously swallowed.

“Sir? May I have your autograph?” The kid had a notebook and pen.

Kaiden smiled at him. He had taken his sunglasses off but left his backward baseball hat on, and although they’d gotten a few looks and double-takes, no one had approached him until now.

“Sure,” he replied good-naturedly. He accepted the pen. “What’s your name?”

“Joey, sir.”

“Call me Kaiden.” He smiled at the teenager before writing out a note for him before signing it with a flourish. “Here you go.”

The kid’s eyes were wide as he read the note thanking him for his support.

“Are you going to be playing for the Archers?” he asked hopefully.

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