Page 50 of A Love So Wrong
"Gideon please," she whispered, and he groaned.
He wasn't sure what she wanted. His hands paused on the clasp of her bra, and he looked down at her. That was a mistake.
Teary filled eyes pleaded back at him. Grasping her gently by the shoulders, he felt his body move on instinct, pressing himself to her, his one purpose changed as he lowered his lips to hers.
"Do. Not," the voice thundered evenly over both of their earbuds.
Barely a breath away, their lips paused. The exquisite yearning between them suspended in torture.
"Take off her bra," the man repeated.
Grinding his teeth, Gideon straightened stiffly and reached around her again. Finding the clasp, he undid it with ease, and reality came crashing back into place. Stepping back, Gideon swallowed and watched as Jade crossed her arms, holding the bra in place. Knowing what needed to be done and hating himself for wanting it like a drowning man needing air, Gideon reached for one of the pink straps and pulled. Slowly, Jade complied, straightening her arms, giving the bra a clear pathway to follow before falling to the floor.
All coherent thoughts evaporated from Gideon's mind.
"Taste them."
And in that moment, Gideon knew no sweeter words had ever been said.
Faster than she could react, Gideon grabbed her around the waist and held her steady as he lowered his head to her breast. Clamping his mouth around the delicate bud, his body roared to life as her cry rang out in the room. Easily, he lifted her off the ground, giving himself better access as he rolled the stiff peak across his tongue. It. Was. Glorious. It was everything he fucking dreamed.
Jade fought his hold, one of her fists pushing fruitlessly against his shoulder. By God, he didn't care, he thought. All he could focus on was the sweet swell of her warm breast pressed against his nose, and the beautiful sounds she made with each flick of his tongue.
With a noisy, wet pop, he released her reddened nipple, and he felt her sag in his hold in relief, but fuck if he was done. Shifting her weight against him, he ran his nose and lips over the curve of her other breast in warning staring at the dusky velvet peak he had every intention of devouring.
"No, Gideon," she moaned breathlessly, but he could feel her hands tangle in his hair, urging him forward. He nearly came then and there. The front of his shorts was already moist with his precum. He was on the edge, and she hadn't even touched him yet.
Taking the nipple in his mouth, they both released a groan.
"Use your teeth," the voice in his ear commanded thickly.
Gideon obeyed, laving the firm bud in his mouth one last time with his tongue before gently taking it between his teeth.
Her cry finished him.
"Fucking hell," he grated out, her nipple still between his lips. With a deep, shaking groan Gideon let her slide to the floor, grunting as her thighs rubbed across the moist fabric of his shorts and the surface of his sensitive dick.
Looking down at her, Gideon felt his dick swell again at the sight. With an arm around her back, he was keeping her upright. With her back bowed and bare breasts pushed high into the air like an offering, Jade looked up at him through her golden mask with an exhausted, dazed expression. He wanted her more than anything. He wanted to lay her on the bed and slowly work her body into an exhaustion she had never known.
"Kiss her," the voice instructed again.
And Gideon complied. Tightening the arm at her back, Gideon pulled her warm, soft body closer and angled his head catching her lips to his. Her satisfied moan thrummed through his lips and rippled throughout his body in encouragement. Opening his mouth, he gently pulled her lips apart and slipped his tongue inside. Everything and nothing mattered all at once. Gideon didn't care if the man watched as Jade's hands clasped around his neck. He didn't care about the deal they made or the trouble they were facing as her leg came up, and his hand caught her by the knee. All he could focus on was her warm wet center pressing against his damp shorts and grinding against the ridge of painful erection.
"Jade," he whispered, pushing her against the bed and allowing his body to follow. He would have her here and now.
"That's enough," the voice came again. "Separate, or I'll have Dominic come in and happily do it for you."
Jade stiffened. Pulling from her lips, Gideon looked back at her hazel eyes and could see that some of the haze of desire fading as the reality of their predicament pressed itself back upon them.
Cursing under his breath, Gideon pushed himself shakily off of the bed and stood before pulling her up to stand next to him. Covering herself with her hands, Jade looked around for her clothes. Anger flooded through him as he reached down and snatched up his shirt. Not anger, he realized as he turned to her and roughly stretched the hole of his shirt wide enough to fit over her masked head, shame was what he felt. Shame so deep and pervasive, he was shaking with it. Tugging the shirt over her head and down around her, Gideon ignored her searching gaze and turned from her.
"Installment one is finished. Tomorrow installment two," the man's satisfied smile was audible before the line disconnected with a beep.
