Page 13 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

“I can finish you.” My words sound awfully like I am begging. But if he thinks I’m rubbish at giving head, he might want to pull out of the deal.And now I want it.

He holds my gaze before he says, “Open wide.”

I open my mouth, and he taps his solid cock against my bottom lip again. He wants this more than he claims, and I can be the one who can please him.

“I want to slide my dick over your tongue again.”

Whoa!

I probe my tongue out of my mouth until it is underneath his dick.

He holds my cheeks as he slides his thick cock over my tongue, stopping and pulling back and starting again. Over and over. His eyes close and his head drops back until he is staring at the ceiling.

His moans are obscene and as much as my jaw is aching, I smile because I made him produce that sound.

“Fuck, Lucia—”

His gaze meets mine again, glassy eyes as his climax nears its peak.

I want to say, “come for me” but I know Mr. Bridge won’t like that. He likes control. He likes to be the one making his partner come, yet here I am on my knees, enjoying the fact I’m in charge.

His grip on my cheeks slackens as one hand reaches into my hair, the other under my chin. As his movements pick up the pace, his hips thrusting hard, making his cock go deeper. And then his thighs shake underneath my palms. And I have absolutely no control, but it is strangely exhilarating.

His cock thickens, and he groans as his cum fills my mouth.

“Take it all,” he orders and my throat convulses around the hot liquid, swallowing every drop.

His thumbs stop the escaping cum, pushing it back into my mouth.

I’m panting harder than him when he pulls away. And I expect him to pull up his pants and boxers and turn away, but he takes hold of me by my waist and pulls me off the ground like I weigh nothing at all. But it’s when he pulls my body against his and cuddles me that makes me gasp. Or is it because his cock is still hard as it presses against my stomach?

His breathing is fast, his heart pounds against my chest.

“That was — You were amazing.” He holds the back of my head, tilts my face, forcing me to look at him. My heart thuds against my breastbone as he stares at me and me at him.

His face nears mine, his eyes still dark with lust. His lips are just a mere hairbreadth from mine.

I could shut my eyes and let him kiss me, but this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s still high from his orgasm.

It’s not part of the agreement.

“Mr. Bridge.” I twist out of his arms. “We agreed there’d be no kissing.”

He stares at me. The lust in his eyes changes to some other emotion, and it looks a little like annoyance. But he brushes it off, grabs the paperwork on his desk, hands it to me like we’ve just concluded business.

I suppose we have.

“Send me the results and I’ll contact you.” His voice isn’t unkind, indifferent—yes. He turns to his desk, picks up his phone and says, “Miss Simmons is leaving.”

Chapter 4

Ronan

The morning frost crunches under my golf shoes as I line up my shot. The sun beats down but provides little warmth against the chill or my thoughts swirling in my head.

I swing the iron, connecting perfectly. The ball soars high over the pristine green.

“Nice shot,” Caleb says, adjusting his gloves as he positions himself to take his shot.

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