Page 89 of Risky Game

I shoved my tongue inside of her, ate her like she was the most delicious dessert, and when I focused on her clit, I pressed two fingers inside of her. Her body thrashed in the bindings, the jingle of them adding to the intensity.

She’d wanted me to tie her up, to do these wicked things to her. Hell if I’d ever been this hard. I soaked my fingers with her, bit down on her clit, and then dragged those fingers out of her cunt and to the back. I’d played here before, nothing too serious, but she was ready. God, I hoped she was ready.

I kept licking her, flicking her clit. The noises she made and the tightness of her abs told me she was close and as I pressed a finger against her puckered hole, I focused my eyes on her. She peered down at me, whining my name and her need, and as I slipped that first finger inside her ass, the most guttural, incredibly sexy moan filled the room.

“Logan…”

“You’re okay. Relax.” I kept up the distraction with my tongue, waiting until she settled, until the pressure eased around my finger and then pushed it farther in.

“Oh God. Fuck. That feels…”

Her voice trailed off. Her shaking body said enough. With my mouth at her sex, I continued tasting her. Teasing her. I shoved my finger the rest of the way inside of her and her back bowed off the bed. Noises escaped her I’d never heard before.

“So fucking perfect, Ruby. Come for me.” She was close. Thighs trembling, her sex pulsing.

She came like a rocket and so hard, so fast and so loudly she didn’t have time to smother her cries. I drank her in as she came wildly, and I thanked the heavens I’d had enough sense to buy a house with my room on the completely opposite side from Amelia’s.

Her body thrashed, and I kept going. She jerked from the sensitivity of her first orgasm as she rolled into another and as she came again, I moved my finger inside of her faster. Harder.

And as soon as she came down, spent, breathless, her chest heaved. Those gorgeous nipples were hard and tight points in the air, and I climbed up her body and sucked one into my mouth as I grabbed the condom, then sheathed myself.

“You doing okay?” I asked, kissing her chest, the swell of her breasts.

“I’m dead.” She laughed, and I leaned over her, brushing the hair off her forehead. “You’re killing me.”

“I hope not. I’m not done with you.”

“Fuck,” she rasped and turned her head. I slammed my mouth to hers and gripped my length. I gave her no time to prepare before I slammed inside of her.

I took her hard. Fast. I took her with all the impatient build-up I’d felt since I saw those bindings on my bed. An offering to me.

The most treasured offering I’d ever been given.

She met every powerful thrust with the same desperate need, which only made holding off my own climax harder.

I was close, and she was exhausted, but I still wanted one more from her. With one hand, I reached beneath her ass, tilted her, and lifted as much as possible while I kept kissing her.

Kept my mouth pressed to hers, our tongues dueling while I pounded into her until she cried into my mouth. I slammed inside of her one more time and came. The walls of her pussy clamped around me, milked every drop I had, and when were done, I pulled out and rolled off her.

Her arms had to be tired, her legs sore from the stretch. As much as I wanted to lie there with her, continue playing with her body, she needed the rest.

“This was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.” Not because it was things. Because she gave me her. She not only liked this crazed new side of me, she encouraged it. Sometimes I thought she got off on it more than I did.

Tonight, she definitely got off way more times than I did.

Her corset was shoved beneath her breasts, her underwear still on. Thank God for crotchless panties… those were a gift on their own.

A thousand wicked ideas spawned as soon as I saw them. Sitting next to Ruby at dinner, shoving up her skirt or dress and slipping my fingers inside of her. We could be at a table with a dozen people at a fundraiser, a black-tie affair. We could be at home, with Amelia distracted. There would never be a time she’d deny me that access. I couldn’t think of a single scenario when I wouldn’t want it from her.

Shit. I needed to stop thinking of a future with her. Jassen would hate me when he found out what we were doing. I’d lose the team’s respect. I’d lose her. Jassen was all she had. There was no way she’d choose me over her brother.

“You okay?” She peered up at me, and I did my best to erase the doubts and the worries. I went back to unbuckling her wrists, rubbing circulation back into them.

“Perfect.” I kissed the inside of her wrist. “Any chance you could give me one more birthday present?”

“What’s that?”

“Stay with me. Tonight. You wake up before Amelia anyway, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

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