Page 31 of Bad Boy for Hire
Oh, God. Yes, please.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Damn. She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud. When she looked down, he was smiling up at her. God, he was handsome. And framed by her parted legs was her new favorite look on him.
“Ever had a guy with a beard like mine do this to you?”
She had to lick her dry lips to speak the word “No.”
“Good. I like being first.” He dove in with renewed fervor, slicking her tender bud with his tongue.
She’d forgotten how amazing this felt. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy firmly against his mouth. He didn’t mind, pushing his tongue inside of her before doubling his efforts on her clit again.
Her breaths were high and tight while she fought to hold on. She couldn’t tell if she was feeling pleasure or pain or some decadent combination of both. He tried a few different tactics—fast, then slow. Heavy pressure and then light. She liked everything he did to her. Seriously, if asked to rank what she liked best, he’d score tens all around.
Her new favorite place for her hands was nested in his hair. She twisted and pulled the strands and then tugged and smoothed them, riding his face while he worked. If he minded, it never showed.
She’d been on the edge of coming for a few minutes now. So very close, but something was in the way. She didn’t know if it was her racing mind, or if what he was doing to her felt too good, or if she was incapable of having an orgasm with a partner. It’d been a long time…
As if he’d sensed her struggle, he clamped one hand onto her thigh and climbed her torso with the other. When he reached a nipple and pinched, her mind went utterly blank. Those racing thoughts exploded like glass on ceramic tile, scattering to the four corners of the earth.
He tweaked and pulled her nipple as he licked and sucked, and before she knew it, her orgasm rolled over her like a twenty-foot wave. The room went dark when she squeezed her eyes closed. Her toes literally curled. One moment she’d been wondering why she couldn’t get there, and the next her hips were pumping, the pulse in her center pounding mercilessly.
A cry left her throat, her hands twisting the bedding. Sweat beaded her top lip, her forehead. Then she sagged, chest heaving, fingers relaxing. By the time Xavier had placed a kiss on the corner of her lips, her limbs were subtly jerking with aftershocks.
Eye to eye with her now, he pulled a hand down his beard. “You taste incredible. Like the best damn dessert I’ve ever eaten.”
She smiled—or at least she thought she did. She hadn’t regained control of her facial muscles yet. He grinned down at her, clearly proud of himself. He should be. That had been an award-winning performance.
“You don’t know how badly I needed that,” she croaked.
“I think I might.”
She slapped her hand over her eyes. “Overeager.”
“You talking about me or you?”
She peeked at him from between her fingers. “You’re too good to be true. First you bail me out of my ex’s wedding and then you give me the best orgasm I’ve had in a decade? Lou was onto something. I should pay you.”
Instead of being insulted, he laughed. Resting on his side next to her, his head propped on one hand, he said, “Sexual favors are an acceptable form of payment.”
“I bet.” She was grinning ear to ear now.
He tickled his fingers along her ribcage and then down to her belly button. Then up again to the valley between her breasts. She shivered, her body having cooled after her powerful release.
“How far you wanna go tonight?” He glided his fingers down one of her arms and up again.
She blinked over at him, startled. “What do you mean?”
He was dying to be inside her, had no doubts about how good it would be, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of her if she was feeling fragile after the long day.
“Tell me you’re not suggesting we’re done for the evening.” Her eyebrows sprang to the top of her forehead.
“I’m looking out for you. In case today was enough of an emotional ride—” That last word died in his throat when she grabbed his cock.
“You’re not getting off that easily.” She tugged on his dick and then asked the sweetest question he’d ever heard. “Would you like me on top?”
“Yes.”
