Page 91 of Severed Rivalry
For the sake of pleasure itself.
And it was the best I’ve ever experienced.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror before I close my eyes on the mangled man before me.
Instead, I commit the look on her face to memory. The passion with which she pulled off me only to suck me in deeper. The hunger in her eyes as she swallowed. The flush in her hollowed-out cheeks. The way her eyes dilated as if she were trying to control her own orgasm when I exploded in absolutely brutal bliss.
If that’s what’s waiting for me on the other side of recuperation, I won’t say another word until the maxillofacial specialist removes everything from my mouth.
I clean up what little there is left—she treated my cock like an expensive ice cream cone on a summer’s day, savoring each drop—before tucking myself away in my underwear and joggers. My cock is still semi-hard just thinking of Sariah on her knees.
I exit the bathroom in an effort to not lose the day with her while she’s still here.
Me: Note to self: sexting makes Sariah off-the-charts horny.
Me: Note to self: do that every damn day.
The giggle that comes from the other side of the island is so incongruent with the woman releasing it. The strong survivor, the sultry siren, and the shrewd tester-turned-hacker just let a light-hearted laugh slip through her façade.
Me: Note to self: pay back that killer orgasm.
Her smile widens as her fingers fly across her keyboard.
Seriously? She just sucked me off like a porn star and then sat down to hack a site. I don’t know whether to be frustrated or impressed.
She pauses, picks up her phone, and lets her finger fly over the screen.
Angel: 696969 {winky face}
On its heels comes a request to share a note that’s password protected. I enter the dream combo and find a memo labeledNote to Selfwith bullet points.
My first three are there but so isMake Cian strain his neck muscles like that while I suck him deep.
I growl. Literally growl.
Angel: Nuh uh uh. The jaw, remember?
I flip to the shared note and add:Spank her sexy ass for this teasing.
If this keeps up, I’ll be hard again.
I wander to my office and unplug my laptop, hauling it back to the island next to her.
Me: How do you take your coffee?
Angel: With honey and a splash of cream.
I open my laptop and while it boots, I pour her a mug of coffee just as she prefers and pour myself a black one. I clink mine to hers when she lifts it.
Then we work.
Eleanor naps.
I register Phoenix Consulting as an LLC and shoot off a message to my attorney on the need for the S Corp. I also purchase the web address and search through my emails for who hosts and who developed the Murphy Enterprises site and begin that process too.
Me: How bad do you hate me?
Ayla: I’m ass deep in your books and hating everything.
