Page 90 of The Protégé

“Watch me feast on your fine ass.” I gave her butt another slap, then dropped to my knees, spread her legs wider, and swiped my tongue over her wetness.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered.

Her moan echoed in the house. Her decadent scent was the oxygen I needed to survive. I stroked her bud once, and her body thrashed. I repeated the action, loving how my tongue detonated her. Her body trembled.

I smiled as I sucked on her bud and pushed two fingers into her, pumping hard.

“Orion!” she screamed with delight.

An image of a dandelion puff bursting free into the air popped into my head.

“Yes, Sunshine.” I sucked on her swollen bud again.

“You’re a sex god!” She squirmed, trying to escape my tongue’s assault.

I turned to meet her eyes on the glass panel. “I enjoy being your sex god, the one who’ll savor you all night.”

“You’re also a fine thief,” she breathed.

When I’d first hired her, I had no intention of sharing this part of me. Only three people knew about my extracurricularactivity: The Condor, The Raven, and Ralph. Now Elena—the first woman to see this side of me. Kate didn’t even know.

Elena only knew a facet of me, not about The Roc yet.

But Elena got me to share private details about my life so quickly. I’d delve into that matter another time.

Then I slammed into her, pumping hard and fast. Heat soared in me as a surge of ecstasy pushed me closer to the edge. I sensed her inner muscles tightening, preparing for her release.

“Elena!” I roared her name as the orgasm ricocheted through me.

“Oh my God!” Her body trembled, and I loved how her muscles squeezed my cock even tighter.

I rested my body on top of hers. Sweat slicked between us, and I heard her racing heartbeat.

After a moment I yanked her up to a standing position and turned her to face me. “That was extraordinary.” I brushed the wet strands of hair from her face.

“It was indeed.” She smirked and kissed me.

I released her to go wash myself and brought back a towel. “Want me to clean you up?”

“I can do it.” She took the towel from me.

Now that my mind had settled a little, I asked, “Does it bother you that I’m a thief?”

“Maybe.” Tossing the towel on one of the kitchen chairs, she looped her arms around my neck and smiled. “You just stole my brain cells and all the insecurities I had leading up to this moment.”

I tapped her forehead. “I think your brain reproduces brain cells too quickly for me. You had insecurities about being with me?”

She shrugged. “I live in a different world than you, Orion. We’re on opposite sides of society. Your privileged lifestyleopens a lot of doors. But where I come from, it takes a lot to even get near that door.”

She had to know those differences didn’t matter to me. But I understood her concern. It was a practical analysis and response to a world that had been conditioned in a certain way.

“I don’t care about those things. Remember this, Sunshine. Your self-worth isn’t defined by your bank account or your status in the world.” I gave her a soft kiss. “You offer me what my privileged life could never give me.”

“And what’s that?” she choked.

“A deep connection. This inexplicable friendship. This ability to let go and relax.”

She smiled. “Most people don’t have trouble relaxing.”

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