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“I could taste you while you taste me?” I said quietly, so embarrassed that I was actually bringing up sixty-nining after just reading it.
“That’s your fantasy?” He lifted my chin so I had to make eye contact with him.
“Yes,” I answered, because there wasn’t much to lose at this point. He already had the book on his phone if he wanted to look.
“You can sit on my face while you swallow my cock anytime you want, heartbreaker.” He gripped my hips to pull me over him and then maneuvered me around so I was hovering above his face. “You realize that, right? All you had to do was tell me. Any fantasy of yours, you get with me.”
I kneeled over him, staring at his pierced, throbbing cock already dripping with pre-cum from the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him and pumped him once. “I read a lot of books, Dex.”
“Then you know what to do next.” He murmured, “Sit that pretty pussy on my face, heartbreaker. Let me taste how much you want me to lick you.”
I shivered at his command, my body immediately listening as I lowered myself down on him and took his cock in my mouth at the same time. The feeling of him tensing at my touch while I quivered from his was electrifying. My mouth watered around him, as I tasted the salt of his arousal and almost gagged with how fast I took him to the back of my throat.
His tongue lapped at me as his hands kneaded my ass. He pressed me further into his face, devoured me with such relish that I heard how his spit mixed with my slickness, faster and faster.
I couldn’t control how I bucked on him or how I squeezed the base of his cock, because I was as ravenous for his orgasm as I was for mine. I wanted him to lose his mind with me. I explored grabbing his balls like I’d read in my novel and hummed low on his cock. He thrust his tongue into me as he pinched my clit, his muscles tensing.
His thighs shook like mine, his cock swelled just as my clit did from his attention. Then, he let his other hand’s thumb drift to my ass, and he pressed down just as I deep throated him as best I could.
I lost control right as he came in my mouth, his release filling it. I swallowed every drop as I rocked my pussy on his face, orgasming harder than I thought I ever had. I tried to roll away to take on the sensitive aftershocks on my own but Dex rolled with me, lapping at my sex over and over. “You taste like mine, Kee. Like you were always mine and like you’ll be mine forever.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying. I writhed against him and said okay over and over. I think I fell asleep to it, but when I woke the next morning, I was cleaned up, and he whispered he was going to work but would be back for breakfast.
Going back to sleep felt irresponsible, so I got up to shower. When I got out, there was a text from Penelope letting me know that she’d set up an itinerary for Dex and me to be seen out in public later in the day.
So, we were continuing with his schedule.
At dinnertime, he’d had her writeContract discussion. So to the point and so full of foreboding, I clicked it off and tried not to focus on it.
Thankfully, the doorbell rang, and when I opened it, men rolled in racks of shirts in all shades of purples and one for every other color of the rainbow in worn cotton. Each one had a different text on it.Property of the HEAT; University of HEAT; Hardy University EST. 1995. Property of Dex Hardyhad me rolling my eyes, but I also giggled the whole time.
Maybe we could make it through this. Maybe he wanted this just as much as I did.
ChapterThirty-One
DEX
She smiledat the attire I’d had made for her, and she’d accepted my regimented schedule as if it was completely normal. She’d even accepted my obsession with watching her. I think that about solidified for me that Kee was never going to be a woman I would completely be able to figure out.
She was reckless and then reserved, sultry even though she had been innocent, sweet, and then insanely sexy. And even if I couldn’t compartmentalize her, it gave me peace that she would keep me guessing. I wouldn’t be bored like I had been without her for so long.
Of course, the woman continued to test me when I got a text that day in a meeting.
Kee: Olive thinks red top is better. Pink thinks orange. Help us decide.
A picture of her in a crop top with a ton of cleavage came through.
Kee: Oops. Ignore that last text. You can delete it.
Me: No chance in hell. Who are you sending this to?
Kee: None of your business.
Me: You’re engaged to me, Kee. Even your phone knows it. Stop sending selfies to another man and tell me who it is before I confiscate your phone when I get home to find out.
Kee: Your brother.
Me: What? Why on earth would you think he’d be good at answering that question.
