Page 58 of Better Left Unsaid

“Very perceptive of you,” I ground out, giving him a death stare.

He chuckled. “For someone who didn’t orgasm until recently, you take your orgasms very seriously.”

“You’ve practically known me forever. Is there anything I don’t take seriously?”

This time, he didn’t tease me, only grazed me with the tip of the toy before inching it into me slightly. Holy mother of— It felt amazing. The sensation was almost too much. Like I was feeling multiple things at once, all of which I couldn’t get enough of. My brain was screamingmore, more, more. “This is the best gift ever.”

“Glad you like it. But I’m nowhere near done yet.”

I gave him a perplexed look.

“Not even close. You didn’t orgasm yet.”

“Maybe I won’t. Maybe the toy doesn’t do it for me.”

“No. It’s the person holding the toy that gives you the orgasm because they know how to use it. And you’re in luck because I know how to use it. You’re not leaving this bed until you orgasm. Do you understand me?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy in a way that had my spine tingling. I loved the way he talked in the bedroom, and it never ceased to bring a smile to my face.

I nodded as he pushed the vibrator in a little more. I moaned and turned my head. What the hell was it about this vibrator? Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he inched it in and pulled it out. In. Out. In. Out. Until I felt like I was about to snap. Like my control was hanging on by the thinnest thread ever. I let out a loud moan that was like a shrill and shriek altogether, my cries barely making sense to my own ears.

I turned my head back, trying to watch as he continued pleasuring me. “I’m going to come,” I informed him, my eyes never leaving him.

He tightened his grasp on my inner thigh as he groaned. He looked like it was all he could do not to pull down his pants so I could finish while he was buried deep inside me. I wasn’t going to deny it—I wanted him inside me just as badly as he wanted to be there.

“Do it. Come for me. Come all over this toy, and let it drip down onto my fingers so I can taste your sweetness. It’s all I crave. Your taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t get enough of it.”

I was so turned on by this side of Dom. So much so that his words sent me right over the edge. I could no longer think straight let alone string together words to respond to him.

The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, and I felt completely out of control, my head falling back so far, I actually feared I might break my neck. My eyes snapped shut, and I moaned, the intensity of my orgasm almost too much. He wasn’t letting up on the toy, though, making sure that I rode out every last wave of the orgasm. That I milked it for everything it had.

I felt boneless and spent by the time he pulled the vibrator out of me and shut it off. “Holy crap, Dom.”

He dragged a finger through my wetness on the toy and brought it to his mouth, sucked on it, and licked every last drop off, leaving nothing behind. Then he traced his tongue down his hand where more of my arousal was dripping from where it trickled down the vibrator. “You’re so damn sweet that one of these days you might just give me a cavity.”

Chapter Eighteen

Maria

“Why can’t youanswer your phone?” Allie asked, not even bothering with pleasantries.Why, hello, Allie, nice to see you, too. Love the snakeskin yoga pants.“You should always answer your phone. You never know what someone is calling to say.” Honestly, it reminded me of when Jade had showed up on my door. Man, if Jade and Allie weren’t alike then I didn’t know what was.

“I was busy.”Trying out my new toy with Dom.Honestly, I didn’t even know the phone was ringing because I had left it down here when I’d raced Dom to the bedroom. Now that I thought about it, that probably wasn’t the wisest idea. On the bright side, nothing happened with Isabella, which was one of the only reasons I kept the phone glued to me.

Allie didn’t need to know all of that, though, so I decided to be nonchalant so I wouldn’t give myself away. I unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and took a swig of it. That was right, I could be chill. One thing I’d learned from keeping this secret for as long as we had—if we acted like nothing nefarious was going on, then no one would suspect a thing. More importantly,Alliewouldn’t suspect anything currently.

Closing the gap between us and coming to stand opposite of me around the kitchen counter, Allie shrugged. “You know, I just left Dad’s and I decided something today. I think I might be Dad’s favorite after all.”

I felt the deep V my brows formed and knew it was really the only acceptable reaction. “Have I missed something? Bibi is Dad’s favorite.”

Allie waved a hand in the air. “Yes, but how sure are we about that?”

“I’d bet my life on it.”

Laughing, she said, “Fine, but you know for a second there when she started dating Knox, even though Dad forbade it, I really thought that would change.” She shrugged. “Oh, well. I’m Brady’s favorite, and that’s all that matters.”

I cringed, remembering the last time I was in a room with Allie, Brady, and my beautiful niece. “I think that might’ve changed.”

“Excuse me?” She feigned insult, placing a hand on her chest and gasping like what I’d said was actual news to her. Then she got serious, dropping her hand and narrowing her eyes. “Stupid me had to get pregnant and give him an adorable baby girl that bumped me from the top spot.”

“The fact that you knew what I was talking about says it all.” I laughed.

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