Page 107 of Reckless King

“Use my face to come,” I growl against her slick flesh.

With a needy moan, she buries her hands in my hair and tugs. Then she grinds herself against me. I push two fingers back inside her and curl them, then suck hard on her clit while she thrusts against me. The first sign of her impending orgasm is the sudden gush of liquid heat that coats my palm, and then her muscles clamp down, and she chants my name as she holds me tight against her. Only when her thighs strop trembling aroundmy ears do her hands drop away, and then, finally, her whole body relaxes.

I pull my drenched fingers from her and lick her off me, craving every last drop.

Still splayed out in front of me, she watches my every move, eyes hooded, skin damp with sweat, and a sweet, sated smile on her lips.

And fuck if that isn’t the view I’m going to enjoy looking at for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

VIOLET

Jarrod hands me a cup of steaming hot coffee. “What do you think of this one?”

I give it a small sip. “It’s got a really bold flavor. It might be too much for the tasting night.”

“Maybe balance it with that milder one we liked.”

“Good idea.” With a nod, I make a note on my pad. I stick the end of the pen in my mouth and consider how to best describe the flavor of the single origin coffee. I jot downa hint of caramel with a bold finish.

Jarrod and I are working on the tasting menus, choosing the right flavors to showcase what True Brew does best. We also need to pair pastries and desserts with the different coffees as well. Ones that complement the single origins and specialty blends we end up selecting.

We’re in the middle of discussing how to position the tables to ensure the best flow for the event when the bell on the door jingles and Anna walks in.

When she sees me, her face lights up. “Hey, guys.” She strides over and plonks herself down in the seat next to Jarrod. “Thought I’d see if you need help getting ready for your big night.”

“Your presence is always appreciated.” I grin at her.

Jarrod stands up. “I’ll brew that last blend and pull those brownie bites out of the oven.”

As he walks away, Anna homes in on me, and her friendly smile turns into a sly one.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re glowing.”

Without thinking, I touch my face. “I have no clue what you mean.”

She leans forward and lifts a brow, her inky black curls spilling over her shoulder. “You look like a woman who’s been well, ahem, taken care of.” The exaggerated wink she gives me makes my eyes roll.

I glance over to make sure Jarrod is still busy behind the counter, then back at my best friend. “Um, Tate is… incredible. I’ve never felt anything like I do with him.”

“That’s great, Vi. And I’m assuming he feels the same way about you?”

My heart stumbles just a little. “It feels like he does. But I’m not sure?—”

“Hold on.” She lifts a hand. “He hasn’t said anything about how he feels?”

I bite my lip and regard her. “I think he feels the same as me. He says all the right things.”

She frowns, her brow creasing. “So why the doubt?”

“Because sometimes, between swooning, when I think about all he’s said and done, I wonder if it’s too good to be true. Tate was such a natural at pretending to be my boyfriend at the start. I can’t help but worry that maybe he’s just good at pretending withallthis relationship stuff. That maybe I’m falling for the patented Tate King charm. That it’s, like, concentrated in this situation.”

Anna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Concentrated charm?”

“Yeah, you know, because we’ve been put in this crazy situation, and he’s got nowhere to focus all that intensity and charisma except on me.”

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