Page 98 of The Winslow Brothers

My hips jolt forward at the unexpected but intense sensation.

Slowly, he slides his index finger up my inner thigh and doesn’t stop until that finger is inside me. He moves it in and out in the most delicious rhythm, and I moan.

“And right here,” he whispers, and he licks his tongue across my entrance. “I’ve been dreaming of burying my cock here ever since I left your apartment the other morning. Hell, I almost woke you up just so I could feel this perfect cunt of yours wrapped around me again.”

“You should have,” I say, and my voice is so breathy that it hardly makes any sound at all.

“Next time, I probably will.”

“And what about right now?”

He grins up at me. “Right now, I’m going to make you come. Once on my tongue and then again on my cock. And babe, let me tell you—that second orgasm, it’s going to wring you fucking dry.”

Yes, please.

His finger keeps sliding in and out of me, and with each stroke, I can feel how insanely wet I am. But just when I think he’s finally going to put his mouth on me, he pauses and looks up again through heated eyes.

“One question.”

“Huh?”

“You think you can get out of work obligations for a few days this week?”

“Work?” I blink three times.“What?”

“I want to take you somewhere.”

“Take me somewhere?” I ask, and my face scrunches up in outright confusion. “Are you seriously asking me this?Right now?”

“It’s important.”

“More important than making sure I don’t explode from pent-up sexual frustration? I mean, seriously, Jude, I always thought guys were full of shit about the whole blue balls thing, but I’m starting to believe it’s real.”

He laughs. “Well, considering it would lead to a hell of a lot more orgasms, nearly two days straight of orgasms, then I’d say yes, in this case, it is of theutmostimportance.”

I shake my head to try to understand what in the hell he’s even asking. “W-when is this?”

“We’d leave late Wednesday night. Come back Saturday afternoon.”

“W-where?”

“Somewhere that isn’t New York.”

“Uh…” I shift my hips, and my head falls back at the building sensation that his fingers are currently providing. “I…uh… Maybe… I don’t know…”

“How about you get back to me on that one?” A warm, husky laugh leaves his throat and brushes against my skin. “And I get back to making you come.”

“Yes.” A relieved sigh escapes my lungs. “Brilliant plan.”

Another soft chuckle leaves his lips, but it’s quickly quieted down when he quite literally buries his face against me and eats at my pussy with the kind of fervor that has me screaming out the craziest, most incomprehensible shit that I swear everyone inside this hotel can probably hear.

But it’s hard to care when a man like Jude is giving you one of the best orgasms of your life.

And it’sreallyhard to care when he ups the ante, procures a condom from his pocket, slides his cock inside you, and makes you come so hard you forget you’re in a public bathroom in the middle of an upscale hotel.

Have mercy.Now, I’m really starting to understand why Dr. Winters said it was a good thing for me to just let go and enjoy myself.

Because ifthisis living in the moment and having fun? Before now, I haven’t been living at all.

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