Page 58 of Breaking News

I gasped when he planted a kiss on the inside of my upper thigh, his cheek brushing against my core. His breath felt hot on my skin, excruciatingly close; but still, he avoided the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.

Instead, he kissed along the curve of my other thigh, deliberately avoiding my clit like this was a game to him. I might’ve been imagining it, but I could almostfeelhis wicked smile against my skin. “Now tell me, Jillian,” he said, pausing to breathe against my skin, his mouth hovering inexactlythe right spot. His hands slid around to my inner thighs, gently easing me farther apart. “Should I keep teasing you like this, or are you ready for me?”

I swallowed. “Please.”

Graham let out a low, sexy laugh that vibrated against my skin. My clit was already throbbing for him, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet. “Hmm,” he groaned, like he was thinking it over. He pulled back just enough to drive me crazy and dragged his lips along the side of my aching center. I arched my back, trying to position myself under his mouth, and he gave my thigh a gentle, disciplinary squeeze in response. “So impatient.”

“Graham,” I gasped. “Please. I need you.”

Finally, Graham parted me with his tongue, diving right in and stealing the breath right from my lungs. I let out a strangled cry and my hips jerked upward. “Oh my God,” I whimpered, feeling the instinctive urge to run my fingers through his hair.

But I couldn’t.

My wrists strained against the soft fabric as Graham kept control of my body, deciding exactly what I could feel and when I had permission to feel it.

God, it felt so fucking good to hand my body over to him like this. This man owned my pleasure. His tongue moved in slow deliberate strokes that made my thighs tremble against his shoulders. He wasn’t in any rush.

I whimpered when he closed his lips around my clit, sucking with the exact right amount of pressure. “Oh my fuck,” I said, only half-aware I wasn’t making sense. I couldn’t stop the squeaky, breathless sounds that escaped from my mouth.

And then… he stopped. His mouth pulled away just slightly, and the sudden absence of his touch made me cry out. His mouth hovered just above my skin, and I could still feel his breath. “Are you having a good time, Jillian?” he asked with a smug tone.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I begged.

He gently dragged his tongue over my clit, making my legs tense up around his head again. But once again, he stopped. “It sounds like you really need me.”

“I do. I need you. Graham,please,” I said, arching my back in desperation. “Please let me come.”

That was all it took.

Graham sank his mouth against my center again, his tongue moving faster now. And this time, he didn’t relent. He didn’t slow his movements to tease me. He knew I was close, and he knew just how to move his tongue to push me even closer. I felt the pressure build and build until, finally, it snapped.

I shattered beneath the overwhelming pleasure, screaming his name and arching my back off the bed. I was lost in it. Graham didn’t stop, licking me through every last wave until neither of us could breathe anymore. Again, I tried to reach for him with my hands, but that sash held me firmly in place. It reminded me that he was in control of all of this.

I only had a few seconds to reel from the intensity of that orgasm before I felt him rise from the bed and heard the sound of his discarded clothes hit the floor.

And then he hesitated. “Do you have any…”

“Top drawer of my nightstand,” I interrupted, knowing exactly what he was looking for. He didn’t say a word, but I heard him move toward my bedside table and open it before pulling out the box of condoms.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight again and my heart started to flutter, as if I wasn’t still having aftershocks from the orgasm he’d given me moments ago.

He surprised me with a kiss. “You still okay?” he asked, brushing his nose against the side of mine.

“More than okay,” I answered, wishing I could look into his eyes.

Graham kissed along my jaw, and then I felt him position himself between my open legs. His hands curled around my thighs as he eased inside of me, moving slowly like he needed me to savor every inch.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, folding his body over mine so our mouths could collide again. His hips rolled forward again and again, every thrust deeper than the last. “All mine.”

He was hitting just the right spot, making me gasp against his open mouth. Our sweaty foreheads pressed together, and I tugged against the silk sash binding my wrists to the headboard. I couldn’t touch him, but I couldfeelhim, taking ownership with every move he made.

We quickly fell into a rhythm. And then without a word, he reached up and slipped the blindfold off and let me see him. His tender expression as he gazed into my eyes almost made me fall apart right then and there. With every breathless moan he pulled from me, I trusted him even more.

My body tensed beneath him as he buried his face into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, squeezing my thigh until it hurt. My mouth opened in a silent cry as a second orgasm rippled through me. Graham groaned, grinding into me one last time until he lost himself completely.

We stayed tangled up like that, sweaty and breathless, until my phone rang on the nightstand. He rolled off me, but I ignored the call—until it rang a second time. “Graham?”

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