Page 117 of Filthy Little Regrets

I glance at the camera, arching an eyebrow at Mace, who I 100% know is watching this interaction. “So...about my paid vacation time?—”

Shaking his head, Orion waves me away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, go ahead, but tell him this is the first and last time he can pull this stunt. I have a business to run.”

Squealing, I save my work, shut down my computer, then beam at Orion. “Thanks, boss! The report is already in your inbox, and I’ll finish up the evidence file tomorrow.” I grab my things in record time, heading for the door while Tony scurries to keep up.

The hotel room door opens before I can even knock. Mace picks me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He kicks the door closed and carries me to the bed, laying me down and reaching for my pants, always so eager to be inside of me, but I have other plans.

I swat his hands away and push on his chest, slipping out from under him and sinking to my knees beside the bed.

Mace’s nostrils flare as I tie up my hair. “What are youdoing?”

A wicked grin tugs at my lips. “Silly husband, you think you’re the only one who gets to have fun?” I quirk my finger, and he scrambles to sit at the edge of the bed.Opening his slacks, I grip the tops of his pants and boxers. “That’s right, baby, didn’t you say you wanted to see my mouth around your cock?”

“Yes,” he rasps, lifting his hips as I drag the material down his legs. Once freed, his cock, hard and dripping with precum, sways. Light bounces off the silver balls of each piercing.

“Look at how pretty you are.” I spread his legs and draw my palms up his thighs, arching my back so my cleavage comes dangerously close to spilling out of my top. Wrapping both my hands around his base, I lower my mouth and lightly blow on him, smirking when he fists the comforter. Fluttering my lashes, I flick my tongue over the glistening tip, tasting how ready he is.

“Cassia,” he says, but I lift my gaze and pin him with a look.

“Who does this cock belong to?”

Mace swallows. Funny enough, so do I.

“You.” His rich baritone strokes down my spine.

“Good boy.” I wrap my lips around him and take him in, bobbing up and down to wet his length, lightly twisting my hands at the base, mindful of his Jacob’s ladder.

“That feels so good.”

I hum and glance up at him, memorizing his expression before I move my hands to his hip and swallow him, pressing my tongue up, caging him in.

He chokes right around the same time I do, my throat flexing around his length. I breathe through my nose, relaxing my body and finding a rhythm. A strand of hair falls across my forehead, but before I can move it, Macegathers my strands and holds them up. Our eyes collide, his wide with awe and mine narrowed in determination.

Humming, I ease up his length, wrapping one hand back around his base and pumping his dick in time with my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks, tightening and pulsing.

His hips jerk up. “Fuuuuck.”

Mmm. I alternate between shallow strokes and full throat swallows, taking him deeper each time he makes a little noise.

“Please, baby, fuck, please.”

There it is. My power. I cup his balls, massaging and tugging, gliding up and down until a full-body whimper wrenches from his lungs and he thrusts up, cock and cum hitting my throat. Eyes watering from the pressure, I swallow, drinking up every last drop until he collapses back onto the bed, throwing his arm over his face with a winded breath.

I swirl my tongue over his length, making sure he’s clean, and then kiss the tip, crawling up the bed and straddling his hips. His king is almost cornered.

The adoration in his gaze steals my breath. “Fuck, I love you.”

The words shock through me. My mouth parts in surprise, and my mind reels. Do I love him? The right thing to do would be to say it back, but I haven’t let myself think about my feelings.

“You don’t have to say it back.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You can say it whenever you’re ready.”

My chest clenches, and I lean down, kissing him in apology. I don’t know why the moment feels so monumental, but his confession nestles into my soul. Breaking away, I sit back and search his face. Those three little words set me off-kilter.

“Do you want to watch something?” he asks, giving me an out, a way to escape the things I’m not yet ready to face.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He moves so fast, I don’t even have time to screech. His arms wrap around me and we tip, falling onto the mattress. Trapping me as the little spoon, he pins me against his body, his hard torso pressed against my back and his mouth resting near my ear.

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