Page 44 of Twisted Fate

When I was finally completely bare, he leaned forward and pressed his face into me and trailed kisses across my flesh. My head fell back, and my eyes closed as his tongue dipped between my thighs.

Curving his hand around my calf, he lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder before diving back in. I cried out, spearing my fingers into his hair as his tongue swept over my clit. He growled against my skin and moved his tongue faster and faster, circling the tender bundle of nerves.

My legs shook as my release built, and my knee nearly gave out on me. Vance’s hands pressed harder against my ass to keep me upright as he buried his face in me. He gently eased me backward, and I fell onto the mattress, his mouth never leaving my pussy. He remained on his knees, worshiping me with his tongue as I writhed beneath him. My entire body was coiled tightly, ready to snap at any moment. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me as my back bowed off the bed, my entire body vibrating with my release.

“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” Vance purred as he leaned down to kiss me. I lay there panting, unable to move a limb while he retrieved a condom.

“Wait!” I barked, and he paused, uncertainty filling his eyes. Gone was the satisfied grin, replaced with a worried expression. Did he think I wanted to stop this? Not. A. Chance.

“It’s my turn to tasteyou,” I declared, reaching out a shaky hand to take the foil square from him and set it aside. His eyes darkened, his lids lowering as his icy blue irises smoldered. I dropped to my knees in front of him and his breath hitched. It had been a long time since I’d done this, but surely I couldn't mess it up. It was like riding a bike, right?

Curling my fingers around the base, I spared one last look at him before I wrapped my lips around the head. He watched me reverently as though I was the most interesting and beautiful creation on earth.

“Fuck,” he hissed as I slid my mouth down his length. I sucked as I pulled back, stopping just shy of letting him fall from my lips. His hands fell to my hair, and he gathered it all in one hand to keep it out of the way. I pumped him as I sucked, his groans of pleasure spurring me on. His grip tightened in my hair, sending tingles over my scalp. I moaned as sensation shot straight between my legs.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” Vance breathed. I kept going. I wanted to see him come undone. His hips thrust forward. He was losing control, and I loved it. I took him to the back of my throat, letting him go as hard and deep as he wanted.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, his head falling back, his face awash in ecstasy.

After a moment, his eyes opened and his heated gaze dropped to mine. “You look so beautiful taking all of me.” Air hissed through his teeth when I swallowed, pulling him deeper into my throat.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I whimpered, sliding my hand between my legs to soothe some of the ache. A warning fell from his lips a moment before he erupted.

I didn’t stop, though. I took everything he gave me. He was completely at my mercy, and it felt good to be in control.

He pulled me to my feet and into his heaving chest. The light smattering of dark hair tickled my cheek as his galloping heartbeat thundered against my ear. He held me like that for a moment, his bare skin melding with mine, before finally pulling back and cupping my face. His mouth closed over mine, his tongue sweeping over my bottom lip.

“That was incredible,” he rasped, his deep voice sending a bolt of arousal straight to my core. Despite my earlier release, I still wasn’t sated. I needed more.

Emboldened by his words of appreciation, I placed my palms on his chest and looked into his eyes. “I thought you said you needed to be inside me.” The blue orbs flared with heat, and the corner of his lips lifted in a smirk.

“You didn’t think the night was over yet, did you? I fully intend on being inside of you very soon.” Tingles of excitement raced up my spine. Heat flooded my lower belly as he lifted me onto the bed and crawled over top of me, making good on his promise.

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Vanceall but begged me to stay the night, but reason prevailed. Charlie would wonder why I was still there in the morning, or worse—she’d wake up and catch us in bed together. My mind drifted back to the time she asked if I could have a sleepover with her dad, and I explained why I couldn’t. It certainly wouldn’t look good if we suddenly started having them now. She didn’t know about the other times I’d stayed over, and I planned to keep it that way. Her knowing about Vance and me would only complicate things further, and that was the last thing I wanted.

“I guess I’ll see you Monday morning,” he said with a pout. He lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, the sheet pooled around his waist. The top half of his lean, sculpted body was on full display, and I momentarily reconsidered his proposition.

I crawled across the bed, now fully dressed, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Maybe I’ll come over a little early and give you a special treat for breakfast.”

His hand shot forward, gripping me by the back of the neck and pulling me in for a heated kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair as his tongue danced with mine. “Don’t tempt me,” he growled against my mouth. He made it hard to leave when he talked like that. I wanted to give in, to do whatever he pleased with his hands in my hair and his lips against mine.

Reluctantly, I pulled out of his grasp and stood from the bed. “I’ll save all my tempting for later,” I promised with a wicked grin.

He shot from the bed and scooped his clothes up from the floor. I admired his muscled back and rock-hard glutes as he slipped his jeans on. He didn’t bother putting on his briefs, and knowing he was completely bare beneath the denim did funny things to my insides. His pants rested low on his hips, revealing the top of his V. I licked my lips, wanting to run my tongue over every hard ridge of his torso.

My libido roared to life like a raging inferno. It was shocking since at one time, there hadn’t been so much as a spark, not even an ember with the hope of catching fire. But Vance had awoken my desire. It took months, but as our connection grew, so did my trust. I knew he would never hurt me, would never take advantage of me. Hell, he triednotto touch me, even when I practically begged for it. He was the only person who’d made me feel safe for the last several years. I could let my guard down with him, lose myself in the sensation of his touch. And damn it felt good to finally let go.

39

Delilah

I gotto work half an hour early on Monday, my pulse racing with anticipation as I unlocked the front door and silently slipped inside. Going to the kitchen to place my purse on the hook, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what awaited me. Vance stood next to the coffee pot as it percolated, his perfectly tailored pants hugging his body like a glove. He’d put a little weight back on since I'd started working for him, and damn did he fill out those pants nicely. The top few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The sight brought me back to my first day here when I helped him with his tie. He hadn’t asked since, but I wondered if he left it like that because he needed my help again. Either way, I was enjoying the view.

His crystalline gaze lifted to mine, and a slow smile curved his lips. “Hey,” he said, and the sound shot straight between my thighs. His voice was still scratchy from sleep, the deep timbre vibrating in my chest.

“Hey,” I breathed, my brain unable to come up with anything better.

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