Page 36 of A Night of Indulgence and Sloth
She writhes on the bed, watching as I shift lower and let my fingers dance along her slit. This is what was missing from the club. Her eyes give everything away. Hooded with desire, they almost appear golden.
“You’re so wet,” I say, pressing kisses against her stomach and inserting one finger inside her slick heat.
“Kaleb,” she moans, tilting her hips and riding my finger.
“What do you want, Lily?”
Instead of answering, she licks her lip and stares at me with contemplation. I extract my finger, bringing it up to her clit and making slow, gentle circles.
“What do you want?” I ask again, lightening the pressure even more until I barely touch her.
She licks her lips and looks away while I continue to kiss along her stomach, her ribs. Just when I think she’s not going to answer, she says, “Taste me.”
Blood rushes to my cock, hardening it further as I move to follow her direction. I lay between her thighs and stare at her glistening pussy.
“Spread your legs for me. Yes, just like that, baby.” I whisper words of appreciation as I inch closer to her center and place small kisses on her inner thighs, her lips, her mound, until finally, I allow myself to taste the delicacy in front of me.
As my tongue delves inside her, she gasps. Her hands move to my hair, her fingers curling around the strands and pressing me more firmly against her. I fuck her with my tongue as mycock throbs inside my boxers, then I lick my way up to her clit and suck it into my mouth.
“Kaleb!” she shrieks, holding tighter to my hair as I hum my enjoyment.
I add two fingers to the mix, dipping them inside her to graze against her g-spot and continue my onslaught, listening to the way her body speaks to me until she shatters. Even then, I don’t let up, letting her ride out her pleasure just a little longer while I lap up her taste.
When she closes her legs, I pull back and give her a smile, happy to find color returning to her cheeks.
Leaving my home between her legs, I shuffle toward the pillows and plant a searing kiss to her lips that I hope will tell her everything I can’t say with words.
“Let’s get some rest, baby. Tomorrow’s a new day.”
“But—”
“No buts. You need to rest.” I place a kiss on her forehead, and to my surprise, she doesn’t fight me further. With her head on my chest and one of her legs tossed over my own, she falls asleep. Before I know it, I do too.
Aiden
Burt Brandon has been a thorn in our side for only a few weeks, but I already want him gone. Not only is he trying to leverage us for God knows what, he’s also harming the woman Kaleb and I vowed to protect.
The event coordinator, Renaldo, intercepts me before I reach Burt.
“She was with you?” I nod in confirmation, so he continues, “Is she alright?”
“Kaleb is with her now. I will, of course, cover the damages for the broken glass, and I hope the server wasn’t hurt. But I need to speak to Burt.” We’ve been to several of Renaldo’s events, and from every interaction I’ve had with him, he’s a decent guy. He might tolerate the wealthy, and let’s face it, he is one too, but it hasn’t eaten away at his soul like it has for so many of the guests in attendance.
“Absolutely.” He turns away with a flourish, addressing the onlookers with an easy smile on his face. “Now this is a true charity event, my friends. Let’s all focus our attention back to the auction so that we may spend our exuberant amounts of money,shall we?” The crowd laughs, turning away from the broken glass while I hunt down the piece-of-shit councilman.
Unsurprisingly, I find Burt near the bar with a fresh drink in his hand and several men around him. I don’t need to hear what he’s saying to know he’s talking about Liliana. That’s the only reason a sniveling cockroach like him would have such an audience.
I enter the circle of men gossiping like housewives, and their laughter stops. For a second, I regret not eavesdropping on their conversation in case he let something slip that would help me understand. Was he bragging to his friends about what happened? Probably not entirely. It’s more likely that any words coming out of his mouth are a lie, and I’m far too angry for his bullshit.
“May I have a word, Burt?” I ask, trying to keep the iron from my tone.
“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He smirks, gesturing to the others around him. I follow his hand, glaring at each one until their smiles fall and they make an excuse to leave.
“It wasn’t really a question.” Everyone scurries away like the rats they are. Even the bartender disappears, likely sensing the tension between us. “Now, what the fuck did you do to my assistant?”
Burt scoffs, sipping on his scotch like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “The fact that you think I did anything at all is highly offensive and only proves how very little you know your staff. That woman is far too unsophisticated for an event like this, but you brought her anyway. Do you even have a vetting system for new employees, or will you just take in any used mutt off the streets?”
This over-confident prick is on my last fucking nerve. I step closer, smiling as I notice the slight tremble in his jaw. Despite his attempt to hide it, apprehension replaces his bravado fromonly moments ago. It’s obvious in the buildup of sweat on his brow and the way he leans back, attempting to create distance between us. Good. Be afraid, Burt. It’s the only smart choice you’ve made since we’ve met. “Liliana has more class in one strand of her hair than you do in your entire disgusting body. I’ll ask again—”
