Page 88 of The Protégé

“What’s next, Sunshine?”

“What?” My gaze was fixated on his cock, and I heard nothing. I was in a world of my own, playing this unique story in my head where I could converse with his cock. I imagined it breaking free of his boxers to come out to say hello to me. Something was really wrong with me.

His smile expanded. “The next riddle?”

My gaze met his. “You’ll find this interesting because you’re into the stars and stuff.” I cleared my throat. “Imagine you’re an insignificant asteroid floating aimlessly in space. Then you see a cluster of stars close to Earth. What would you do?”

Orion’s expression immediately transformed from casual entertainment to shock, and then something I couldn’t pinpoint. He leaned forward, staring at me. Did he like my question? Was he that into it?

He stood up from his seat and stepped toward me. The power that radiated from him made me suck in a breath. His chest rose and fell as though he were trying his best to control his emotions.

What was happening? Had my question triggered something? Or had he finally lost control?

A few inches separated us. “What’s your answer?”

“May I please join your cluster?” He breathed, lips parted, as his gaze bored into me. “The asteroid’s name is Sassteroid. Now I get to do what I want.”

No way.

My heart skipped and twirled at this realization that Orion had been one of my blog readers. He’d stood out from the others because of his odd question. And because he was the last inquiry I’d responded to.

Orion ushered my thighs apart. He positioned himself between my thighs and placed his hands on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist so my sex kissed his abdomen.

He crooned, looked down at the contact, and pressed his body into me. Then he slid his finger between us, stroking my bud. “Nice to finally meet you, Madame Sarcasm.”

Pleasure raced through me. “Itisyou. Wow.”

He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me. The kiss was fueled with desperation and urgency. He devoured me with teeth, tongue, and lips. Arousal pumped through me, firing up all my nerve endings.

He broke for breath, dropping kisses to my neck. Then his lips traveled down to my breasts, nipping one gently with his teeth before giving the other the same attention. When he fluttered his tongue, I moaned. “More.”

Oh my God. He was so good. Exceptionally skilled. He continued fluttering his tongue with just the right tempo, and I thought I was going to come right then.

But then he cupped my breasts, pushed them together, and buried his face in them. “I can’t believe it’s actually you.”

“You’re the asteroid inquirer.” I watched as he kissed the side of my breasts and under them. He seemed to enjoy his exploration. It turned me on even more to see him taking his time.

He’d been my last blog post. His inquiry had been strange and creative, and perfect for me to end the blog. I had so many questions for him, but I couldn’t focus on anything except theway he feasted on my breasts. He suckled hard, drawing out my nipples, all while keeping his gaze on me.

A ravenous and unapologetic wolf.

Moaning, I arched into him, offering him more.

“I had a crush on you, you know,” he said.

Laughing, I placed my hands on his firm chest. “Madame Sarcasm was a sixty-year-old woman with three dogs, five cats, a pig, a goat, two parrots, and a ferret. That bio, plus the picture of an eccentric woman with catlike eyes, intrigued you?”

“What can I say?” A smile curled onto his lips. “I’m interested in a witty woman who can multitask.”

I’d never laughed this much during sex. It was so easy with him.

He nudged me down onto the kitchen table. “I love your sexy, sassy sarcasm.”

The coolness of the surface shocked my skin. But heat spiked when his hands spread my thighs wider. He stared at me, and embarrassment flushed. No one had looked at me like that. The stretch marks ...the cellulite.. .I hadn’t worked out in a while .. .

I closed my thighs, but he held them firmly in place. “Don’t move, Sunshine. I’m admiring fine art here.”

“Orion . . .,” I said, my voice not sounding like myself.

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