Page 50 of Worth the Risk

‘So are you,’ I blurted with unfettered honesty.

A blush stained his cheekbones as I slowly dropped to my knees. A shudder rolled through Gideon as he watched me from beneath hooded lids. Eyes on him, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock.

His breath hissed out.

‘Do you like that, Gideon?’

He exhaled audibly. ‘You know I bloody well do, you witch,’ he growled.

‘A witch, am I?’

Without giving him the chance to answer, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him deep. His fingers convulsed in my hair, his stance widening as he jerked forward.

‘Leonora...’

Something tugged in my chest at hearing him say my name with that gruff helplessness. His use of my full name might have irritated me when we first met but something about the way it fell off his tongue had grown on me.

God, the list of things I liked about him was growing by the minute.

With a soft moan, I slid my tongue down the underside of his beautifully veined length, then drew him into my mouth, intensifying my suction as I took more of him.

I established a rhythm, learning what made him grit his teeth, what made him groan and tremble in my hold. He loved it most when I drew him all the way to the back of my throat and hummed against his sensitive head. It made him bump helplessly into my mouth, drip more precome.

The taste of him was heady, musky. Need turning me bolder, I tugged at his trousers until his balls fell hot and heavy into my palm. On my next downward glide, I drew one into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue before repeating the action with the other.

‘Shit!’ The tendons in his neck stood out as he panted.

It was addictive to see him so lost in pleasure.

His head lowered a moment later, and I watched him watch me as I played with his balls for another minute. Then I drew his cock into my mouth again.

‘Damn, Leonora, you look sensational sucking me off like that.’

For some unknown reason, his ragged words tugged at my heartstrings. The need to pleasure him grew stronger than the need to have him inside me.

When his breathing turned harsher, I knew he was close. Stormy eyes begged me to keep going, the fingers locked in my hair holding me to my task.

Positively sinful, I released him. ‘Do you want me, Gideon?’

Voices drifted nearby, reminding me that we were in public. I continued to pump him, waiting for an answer.

A feral growl rumbled from his throat. ‘In every way. I’m fucking you thirty ways to Sunday the moment we get back.’

‘Where do you want me now?’ I asked.

‘If I only have one choice, baby, then I choose your throat. I want to watch you swallow every drop of my come.’

The thought of doing just that ramped up the screaming emotions inside me as I sucked him deeper than before.

With a hoarse shout, Gideon exploded in my mouth, drenching me with his liquid essence. I swallowed hungrily, overwhelmed by the filthy decadence of it and the uncontrollable shudders washing over him.

‘God...Leonora,’ he groaned. He was still caught in the tail end of his helpless convulsions when he dragged me upright and captured my jaw in his hand. Intense grey eyes hooked deep into mine in silence for a handful of seconds. ‘That was fucking incredible,’ he finally breathed.

He dragged me close and he sealed his mouth over mine, ruthlessly tasting me as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually we parted and Gideon righted his clothes. My hand back firmly in his, he picked up my clutch and handed it to me.

The walk back to the pier was hurried, charged with sizzling anticipation.

As before, he sat next to me in the speedboat but this time with one arm draped possessively over my shoulders, and the other splayed on my thigh. And I leaned into him as the boat sped us back to the yacht, shamelessly tucking my face into his neck, inhaling his heady scent.

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