Page 68 of Point of Contention

“Have you thought about me?” I asked, sending his question back to him as I focused on the delicious way he stroked his erection.

“Only every second of every day.”

Emotion tightened my throat as I looked up into his deep blue eyes and saw love mixed with all that desire.

I’d planned to repeat the rest of his earlier question back to him, ask him if he touched himself like this while thinking about me, but I’d lost my words.

“Yes, Rylan. The answer to your question is yes.”

Licking my lips, I rolled them together to hide my grin.

“What should we do with the belt?” he asked, pulling my attention away from the rhythmic sway he stroked himself.

“Um…” My gaze lifted, landing on the light fixture hanging above us.

Cabot smirked, then lifted his gaze. “Intriguing choice.” He looked back down at me and said, “Come here.”

I hurried to kneel in front of him.

“Arms up,” he whispered, leaning forward to run his tongue along the seam of my lips. He pulled the bottom one between his teeth and I leaned into him, but then he released me, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I lifted my arms up quickly and was rewarded with the full wattage of his satisfied smile. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes flicking from my throat down to my breasts. He released his cock and trailed his fingertips lightly from my elbows down to my armpits, then he trailed them further down, circling my nipples, then dragged his thumbs along the full curve of my lower breasts.

I shivered and he chuckled, which sent another delightful shiver down my spine.

Cabot grabbed the belt and lifted it up to my wrists, then secured them together and wrapped the belt around the matte black iron chandelier, giving a gentle tug to test for stability. “This was a good idea.”

I grinned and his eyes locked on mine. The dark heat in them made my belly tighten.

“Lift all the way up on your knees.”

The smile fell from my lips as I realized what was about to happen.

Heat pooled between my legs.

My belly clenched with anticipation.

My mouth watered.

I was about to be devoured in the very best way possible.

I pushed up and he lowered onto his back, then slid his head beneath me, his mouth positioned at my center.

He slid his hands over my thighs, then gripped them. Hard. “Sit, Rylan.”

I shivered and lowered myself to his mouth, gripping the leather of his belt fiercely when the first firm flick of his tongue connected with my slick center.

He licked and sucked gingerly. Teasing me with gentle strokes. At first.

And I held still.

At first.

Only until I couldn’t any longer.

Then need took over, and my hips rocked in time with his tongue, my body chasing each stroke like the greedy woman he’d turned me into.

He moaned against me and I leaned forward, focusing on his thick cock, and wishing I could reach it. If my hands were free, I could lean down and wrap them around his thickness, then take him in my mouth.

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