Page 73 of Empty Net

“Are you ready for your game today? Are you feeling…relaxed?”

He swallows hard. “I could be…more relaxed.”

The double entendre of our words is loud and clear, so it’s no surprise that when Fox parks his car in front of my apartment building, he follows me inside without a word. The second my door is closed, he grabs me around the waist, tugging me against him and pressing his lips to mine in a hard kiss. It reminds me of the one in the restaurant, only this time, there’s no one here to witness it. This kiss is all ours. It’s not for show.

It’sreal.

Pressing my back against the door, he kisses me until I’m a breathless, panting mess. Even then, he doesn’t stop. He just drags his lips lower, trailing them over my chin and my neck and right down to the top of the dress that just kisses my collarbones.

“This dress covers too much of you,” he complains. “I want more.”

“Then take it off.”

With quick fingers, he unsnaps the buttons that come all the way up to my throat, his mouth following along with each flick of his wrist. He drags his tongue over my stomach, and the cool air that chases after the warmth sends shivers down my spine.

When he reaches the end of the buttons, he drops to his knees, bunching the skirt of the dress around my waist. His head disappears under it, and he picks up right where he left off. He doesn’t stop, not even when he reaches my simple white cotton thong. No, he simply fits his mouth over me—through my underwear and everything—and licks.

“Holy…”

It’s all I’m able to get out because I can only concentrate on him feathering his tongue against me, the material betweenus creating a deliciously playful barrier that makes this all that much hotter.

“Fuck,” he says, his lips brushing against me. “I missed the taste of you.”

I nod even though it’s not a question because I missed this too, which is ridiculous if you think about it. We’ve had no business missing this at all, yet here we are, pawing at one another like we’re unable to control ourselves.

Fox grabs my hand, bringing it to his head. “Show me how you like it, Lilah. Show me what you need right now.”

I know what he’s doing. He’s giving me permission to take control again. And fuck if that doesn’t make me like him even more.

I grip his hair tightly and tip his head back so I can look him in the eyes. “What I need is for you to stop talking and eat me like the good boy I know you can be.”

His coffee-colored gaze sparks, and it’s the last thing I see before I force his mouth back to me and get completely lost in ecstasy. Fox drives his tongue against me, sliding it over me again and again, and it’s fucking magnificent. I don’t have to tell or show him what I like. He knows. Still, I keep my hand in his hair, holding him to me tightly, not wanting to lose this feeling that’s racing through me.

His touch is just the right amount of pressure and just the right speed, and he’s not just tasting me. He’s worshipping me, stealing all the breath from my lungs. I don’t know when he moves my underwear out of the way, but suddenly he’s sucking my bare clit between his lips, and my orgasm barrels through me in a flash. My hips buck off the door, but Fox doesn’t dare relent, and I ride his face through each and every wave that passes through me. He takes it all, enjoying it quite a bit if the pleasured growl that rolls through him means anything.

When the last of my shudders subside, Fox finally gives me some reprieve, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thigh as he works to catch his breath.

“That was…” But he doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. I know exactly what he means.

I nod anyway and say, “Yeah. That was.”

I’m not sure how much time passes before Fox finally pushes to his feet and slips his lips against mine. I don’t even care that he tastes like me. Our kiss is slower and softer than before, but it doesn’t make me want him any less. I drop my fingers to where his pretty shirt is tucked into his slacks and tug it free, needing to touch him in any way I can. He hisses when my hands slip underneath and I drag my nails over his soft skin.

“You’re teasing again, sugar,” he says, that drawl of his that only comes out every now and then thick.

“I’mteasing? You just ate my pussy like it was your last meal.”

“Yeah, but that’s all I had time for. My game.”

Shit. Right. I completely forgot he has a game tonight. He probably has a million things to do before it, and I’ve already taken up enough of his time today.

“But you didn’t…” I slide my hand lower, palming his cock that’s lying hard against his thigh.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me with a shake of his head. “It’s okay. I’m okay. That was enough.”

“Fox—”

But he silences my protest with his lips, kissing me hard. So hard I can feel it in my chest.

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