Page 130 of Wicked Devotion
“Just a few more minutes, baby. I promise it’s going to be worth the wait.”
LOGAN
The Universe works in funny ways. One could think I would now reap what I sowed when I mocked Sam for his bodyguard performance back then. I don’t. And I’m a way better—and cooler—bodyguard than he had ever been. Maybe he could have been, if he had tried a little harder.
I get to wear expensive suits and silk dress shirts, and I also get a proper steak every single time Emerson brings me to one of his business meetings. Of course, he pays for everything. He’s a terrible negotiator.
While I wait for the garage door to open, I glance down at the gigantic bouquet of peonies on the passenger seat. I got them for Lily, and the florist checked back three times to make sure I wanted to buyallhis peonies. Hopefully, the sheer volume will distract Lily from the fact that I—and her Friday-flowers—come a day too late.
Locking the car behind me, I walk over to the door that leads from the garage right into our house.
Moaning greets me right as I enter, and a muscle in my jaw twitches as I search for a vase big enough to fit Lily’s flowers. The moment they stand securely on the kitchen counter, I throw my stuff on the couch and stalk over to the bedroom.
“I told you you’re not allowed—“
Upon seeing the marvelous image in front of me, my scolding gets stuck somewhere on the way from my brain to my mouth.
Lily is on all fours on the bed, the shiny plug in her ass sparkling just as much as Max’s smile.
“Welcome back,” Max says, and I have to admit that he has every goddamn right to sport such a cocky grin.
The sight of Lily’s dripping pussy makes my mouth water, clouding my senses so much I can’t do more than let out a low, approving growl before I step closer and bury my face in Lily’s cunt.
“I missed you, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin, palming my cock over the fabric of my pants when Lily presses her pussy closer.
“Missed you too,” she pants, and I don’t even need to say a word for Max to keep her from hiding her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.
Licking over her clit, I grab her ass and spread her even wider for me before I start fucking her with my tongue. Always so wet for us.Perfect, in every aspect, not just in the bedroom.
Next to me, Max clears his throat. “I didn’t even get a kiss.”
I take a few more messy licks over Lily’s pussy before I lean back and grab Max’s jaw. Immediately, he opens his mouth for me, moaning as I spit a mix of Lily’s juices and my saliva into his mouth. Max goes all pliant in my hold, the look in his eyes a silent plea for more as my lips crash against his.
“That was for provoking me with that damn video,” I pant as I let go of him. “Had to rub one out in a fucking toilet stall. Twice.”
“What a terrible punishment,” he says with a grin, sliding his hand up Lily’s thigh. “Next time we’re gonna send you not one video, but five.”
“Lie down before I start brainstorming,” I say, adding, “brat,” under my breath.
Max does as he’s told, still a bit too pleased with himself for my liking when he lies down, one arm behind his head while he cradles Lily’s face with his free hand.
She tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes filled with so much love and want I can’t keep myself from pulling her up to claim her mouth with mine.
“You wanna ride him? Keep yourself busy while I get undressed?”
Lily nods, moaning quietly when I lick a strip up her throat.
“And sweetheart,” I say, grinning when my gaze meets Max’s. “Use his pretty cock the way youwant to. I want it to feel good foryou, this isn’t about him.”
Our perfect girl doesn’t need to be told twice. Lily straddles Max, and when she sinks down on his cock, it forces a groan out of him. I’m barely out of my shirt when Max stops groaning and starts sounding like a pathetic mess.God, how much I love him.
“Lily,” I say, handing her my belt as she turns around. “Tie his hands to the headboard like I taught you. Since someone wasn’t satisfied with his other punishment.”
“That’s not—“
“Toys don’t talk, sunshine.”
He pouts as Lily takes the belt from me, but lifts his hands up without a word of complaint while she restrains him. Unfocused, struggling to pull the belt tight around his wrists because she’s too busy riding him, and I think it’s only Max's desire to be good that keeps him from freeing himself.
