Page 19 of Play With Me

He resumed his kisses, his lips slowly trailing to the other hip, then up my side, tickling a little, and on to my breast. Once Brook took my nipple in his mouth, I was gone. He licked around it, pulled it up with his teeth, let it go, then grasped it with his lips, clasping with enough pressure to make me squirm underneath him, extending my nub until it gave way and slid from between his lips. Once he was done with one, he traveled across my body, gently skimming over the second scar, to my other breast, as I shifted, preparing for something even more delicious.

His movements were slow and steady. His hands meandered over my curves, his lips taking their sweet time on every spot they kissed. My heart was going crazy. It was beating as if it were starved for his touch. I wanted so much more of him. I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer without having him inside me, and so I reached for his head and guided his mouth to mine, which forced him to center himself above me with his dick prodding my entrance.

I lifted my knees and he slid in with ease. I squeezed around him as he entered me and remained at my depth. Brook pumped his hips slowly, enjoying every single jerking movement of my body. I got lost in the feeling of him deep inside me, then nearly withdrawing before entering again. It was almost hypnotizing. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had held me in his arms the way he did and cherished me with kisses.

He made me feel like a perfect woman in a man’s world.

“Quicker,” I urged, thrusting my hips. I encouraged the frequent slaps of his balls against my ass and rubbed myself along his pubic bone. Harder and harder, I ground against him. More desperate to reach that ultimate high, eager to completely lose myself, all I could feel was him. My body sweated and my breasts jiggled, so I grabbed them, squeezing each of my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, pulling them outward until the pain turned into pleasure. Brook swore above me, but I was too lost in this slow, loving fuck to care. It turned me on. He turned me on. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto the tip of my nose. The remnants of his lemon aftershave lingered on the drop, and I heard my moan come out as a desperate plea to climax. It kept my mouth open because I couldn’t catch enough air. My mind spun and everything around me twirled with a twisted image of a perfect moment.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

I loved every broken minute of this torturous pleasure. The high of his strong body and his woodsy scent. The guilt that it felt so good. The strange swell in my chest as my heart tried to burst out and all the emotions I tried to manage at once that were tearing me into beautiful shreds. I loved it all.

I heard him groan again and say something about coming, and I lost it. All my muscles tensed at the orgasm that flooded through my veins. It zapped out of my limbs like an electric current, curling my toes and bringing my teeth to Brook’s shoulder. I bit him and then raked my fingers over his back as he climaxed inside me. My arms wound around him as I held on, pressing myself to his body. Skin to skin. Cheek to cheek. Heart to heart.

When the wave settled and my heart rate slowed, Brook withdrew and lay at my side. I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, lost in our own thoughts and the smell of delicious sex.

“Jesus, Lola. That was incredible.” Brook finally turned on his side, pulled his hand underneath his head, and supported himself on his elbow.

“You did all the work,” I chuckled.

“Barely. I must say that I’m speechless.”

“You too?”

He lay back down, and again, time faded. I must have dozed off after a while because when I woke up, I was covered and Brook’s hand was cupping my breast. We were still naked. When I glimpsed at the clock, it was already three in the morning. Tired, I slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to shower. The stream washed away the sweat but not the memories. I felt my stomach twist with nerves. I never expected to be this happy; in fact, I was sure I didn’t deserve to be. Happiness came with baggage. It came with feelings and emotions I wasn’t ready for; I knew that it was all tied back to heartache, because life was a bitch. Besides, my heart wasn’t ready to be taken over again. A real relationship would make concentrating on my work that much more difficult but staying away from Brook was becoming just as hard.

I startled when the glass door opened and Book stepped inside the shower.

“Why are you up?” he asked.

“My plane takes off in two hours. I’ll be gone in thirty minutes.”

He stilled, and so I explained. “I need to be back in Pace by eight. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“All right. Can I at least drive you to the airport?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s probably easier if I think that you’re waiting for me at home. I’ll leave a spare key for you. You can leave when you want.”

“When’s the next time you’ll be back?”

“I don’t know. Things are heating up between your brother and Kate. I need to look out for her.”

“Kate?”

“I trust you, Brook. I trust that you’ll keep this information to yourself, but I need her safe. No matter what.”

“You don’t even need to ask, Lola. I told you that you were a Superwoman. You fly across the country to keep others safe.” He kissed me on the tip of my nose. “See? Superwoman.”

“You’re a goof.”

“Sometimes you just need to be a goof. My brother is a good man. This woman that fucked him over… my whole family’s suffering because of her. Kate seems like someone who could ease his guilt.”

I stilled, wondering how I could keep our working relationship professional. If he knew what I knew, he’d be on that next plane to Pace, trying to rip Kate’s head off. I’d already verified the information but I wondered how much Brook was willing to share. I grasped the sponge and soaped it up. “You never told me what the woman did, but I know Cortez must be involved. Why else would Cameron be in Pace?”

“She blew up Cortez’s warehouse. Drugs, black-market organs… all gone. Millions of dollars went up in flames. Cortez blamed my family because Cameron was there to get a deal on a heart for Father.”

Yup, my gut was right. The sponge slipped out of my grip and fell to the tiles.

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