Page 111 of Fiona and the Fixer

Ooh, those sounded amazing.

Dax shook his head. “You walk out that door and come back in two hours.” He looked at me in a very naughty, very thorough way. “Make that three.”

I bit my lip trying not to laugh.

“Deal.” She went to the oven and turned it off, then kept right on going. “Have fun!”

Then the front door shut behind her and we were alone.

“Should we lock it?” I asked.

“Does it keep people out?” Dax countered, then closed the distance between us but didn’t slow, only leaned down and tossed me over his shoulder.

Then spanked my ass.

“What was that for?” I asked with a laugh as he carried me into the bedroom. “I’ve been a good girl.”

He set me on my feet in front of the bed. Reaching behind his back, he pulled out his gun. Set it on the end table. Next, he reached into my cross-body purse, the one I hadn’t taken off all day, and pulled outmyweapon. He set it beside his.

“That was for me. Gotta keep you in line somehow.”

My mouth dropped open and I huffed. “Keep me in line? I’ll have you know–”

He kissed me. Literally shut me up with his mouth.

Then, probably when he thought I wouldn’t keep talking, his kisses skimmed along my jaw, then down my neck. My t-shirt went up and I raised my hands for him to remove it.

You know who dropped to their knees? Yeah, not me.

Dax thudded onto the soft area rug before me.

My bra was unhooked with remarkable skill, but with my nipple in his mouth I didn’t think much of it. Especially when he rid me of my cut off shorts and panties.

“Sit.” His head was tipped up, blue eyes meeting mine.

I was naked and he was fully dressed.

I parked my butt on the edge of the bed–still unmade from when we got up.

“Put your hands behind you and prop yourself up.”

“For?” I wondered.

He took my ankles and raised them, which tipped me backwards. Instinctively, I reached back so I didn’t fall, although I would have only landed on the soft bed.

Then he set my calves over his shoulders.

Oh.Oh.

“For you to watch as I eat you out.”

“Okay.” There was no other answer any woman in the world would have said. Not with gorgeous, brash, annoying, protective, and tongue-talented Dax between her thighs.

“Good girl,” he said as he slowly lowered his head to mypussy. His gaze didn’t shift off me as he licked right up my center, then swirled.

Oh shit. Then flicked.

Oh, there was a twirl.

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