Page 7 of Better Left Unsaid

Maria:Come over tonight so we can celebrate. Isabella will be at a sleepover, so we’ll have the place all to ourselves.

Chapter Three

Dominic

Son of abitch.

I was late to meet up with Maria. I wouldn’t have been had my agent, Jeff, not insisted on talking my ear off about industry gossip like a teenage girl. I would’ve hung up on him, but I’d already done that recently and didn’t want to come off as an ass.

Now I thought he was an ass for holding me up from seeing Maria.

I leaned a hand against the frame of the door when she opened it, disappointment coloring her expression. “You’re late,” she noted, walking back in the house, leaving me to follow. Which I did with pleasure.

When the door closed behind me, she spun around and cupped my cheeks. “I know.” She laid a kiss on my lips, and I knew she was keen on more of those benefits we had going on for the past three years—on and off, of course, when we were both single and horny.

“I was on the phone with Jeff, but I’m firing him tomorrow,” I rushed out, hoping I got the point across that I would have been here sooner if I could have helped it.

She brought her arms up and threaded her fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth to hers. Without a moment’s hesitation, I parted my lips, dragging my tongue along the seam of hers so she would do the same. I loved how she tasted—sweet—from head to toe. To clarify, that meant lips and pussy. Unless you knew that already, in which case let’s get back to the kiss at hand. I angled our heads so we could deepen the kiss, her tongue gliding over mine before we began exploring each other’s mouths.

The corners of my lips curled upward, and I smiled against her lips as the most beautiful sound escaped her—a moan. “I’m addicted to that sound. Your moans are my favorite melody,” I said, parting only for a moment before our lips were connecting again.

Fuck, I loved how greedy she was. How she wasn’t afraid to take more of what she wanted, of what sheneeded. Had you asked me three years ago if this was how I expected Maria to be, I would’ve given you a straight-faced no.

It wasn’t always like this. It had taken Maria a minute to warm up to us being more than frantic, urgent fuck buddies who completed the task laid out and saiduntil next time. Now we actually slowed down for things like kissing and foreplay.

And while Maria had changed, so had I. For one, somewhere along the way, I broke one of the rules. Yeah, remember that one about keeping emotions out of the equation? That one. So while she still dated, and we had lulls because she was with another man, I gave that shit up myself. It just felt wrong to string a woman along when my heart was always with Maria. Not that she had a clue. Thanks to my, ahem, skills. Oh, yeah, I could be an undercover agent, that was how good I was. I didn’t want to toot my own horn or anything, but come on, how many guys did you know who could continue to have sex with their best friend, have feelings for them, and not blurt it out in the middle of sex? I’d take a bow if you were willing to give me a round of applause. All right, fine, no round of applause, but I did a damn good job of making sure she didn’t find out, and I was proud of the achievement.

Before I knew it, my brain had nearly short-circuited at the sensation of Maria palming my hard-on. I groaned, trying to signal that her hand was going to be the death of me if she did what I thought she was going to do.

And I was right about her intentions because as we continued kissing, my tongue plunging deep, nearly reaching the back of her throat, her hand was stroking—stroking!—my cock.What the fuuuck?Okay, so she clearly hadn’t understood my groan-slash-warning.

This time, I grunted. If I was being honest, I never wanted her to stop. I wanted her to keep going. Damn it, her hand with those long-fucking-nails was a thing of wonder. But if she didn’t stop, I’d never make it balls deep inside her. Honestly, I wouldn’t make it much longer with these pants on at all. My cock was going to have a zipper-shaped mark on it if I didn’t bust it out.

“Maria,” I rasped.

“Come on, Dom,” she begged and dipped her thumbs into the sides of her pants to draw them down. In one motion, she had her pants and panties pooling around her ankles.

My eyes on her pussy, I knew she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. There would be no time for a slow pursuit tonight. “Soaked. Just for me,” I praised, wanting nothing more than to enter her with my fingers, to feel her stretch around me as she took multiple digits like she did so well. But there was no way in hell I was lasting long enough. I wanted to be so deep inside her that when I left she felt the chill of emptiness without my cock there.

Her mouth formed an O as she peered down at her naked bottom half and then flicked her gaze at me. “It’s your turn. Take him out so the real fun can begin.”

I didn’t waste time pulling my pants down and freeing my cock. If my cock could talk, it would have been screamingyesss, freedom is mine, and I want in that pussy. Mmhmm, that one that I just bobbed at. It feels like home there and Daddy wants to come home.

She raked her teeth over her bottom lip and chewed on the corner as she pointed to the bead of pleasure glistening at the tip, as though waiting for my approval. The delicate way she’d looked at me practically had my cock jumping for joy. I didn’t think she understood the visceral reaction her words—the prospect of that mouth of hers—had on me.

I nodded my agreement and tangled my hand in her hair as she lowered herself. I was frozen in place, absorbing and committing to memory every damn thing that was happening as if it was the first time. The way she licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them. How she opened her mouth wide to take me. Her hands on my thighs as she sucked the tip of me in.

She didn’t take me further, only swirling her tongue around my head in a move to torture me with her slow, methodical tease. It was almost too much. I didn’t want to come in her mouth, though. I wanted to be inside her. To claim her in that way. Again. And again. And again.

Forget the ledge. We’d jumped straight off the damn thing. We were dead in the water.

No turning back.

And I didn’t give one single fuck.

Before her tongue could swirl around my head again or she could take more of me, I gripped her hair and nudged her off me. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to pull her back. Maybe, just maybe, with her tongue off me I could function properly. Not that I was sure that would ever happen around Maria again. I wanted her. Plain and simple. My feelings for her were as raw as a steak from the butcher.

“I want you inside me,” she said, her cheeks red as her eyes studied mine.

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