Page 12 of A Wild Card Kiss
But tonight, the clock is ticking, so I break the kiss. “When do you need to go, sweetheart?”
She reaches for her purse from the wall, clicks it open, and takes out her phone. “I should leave in fifteen minutes.” Her blue irises flicker with mischief. “You know, there’s a lot we can do in fifteen minutes.”
How did I get so lucky and this woman so amazing?
I must have been a very good boy in a past life.
Chapter 5
Harlan
One minute later, we’re in the bathroom.
It’s one of those classy hotel bathrooms. Only one stall, with its own tiny lounge area with a carpet and mirror. Katie closes the door with a quiet snick, then locks it, pressing a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”
“Not sure I can be quiet,” I tease as she sets her purse on the counter.
“You better be, Harlan,” she whispers. “If word gets out that you’re the one getting blown at the sports reporter’s wedding…”
Yup. Past me was clearly a choirboy. An angel, even.
But hold on.
“Wait. What if I want to make you see stars?” That’s my playbook. Give a woman pleasure. Then do it again, and again, and again. A man shouldn’t even think about coming until she’s ridden to the moon and back three times. Minimum.
That’s just polite.
“You can save that for Tuesday, big guy.” There’s nothing unclear about her intention when she undoes my belt, wiggles a brow, and licks her lips lasciviously. “I know what I like. And when I felt you press this fantastic hard-on against me earlier, I kept imagining what you’d taste like. Will that work for you?”
My brain goes haywire.
Yup.
Officially, it’s one hundred percent nuts up there. All the circuits are frying, all the lights flashing and the sparks flying.
“But I want to make you feel good,” I say. Only, it’s a feeble protest because, holy hell—I don’t think it’s in my DNA to turn down a blow job from a gorgeous woman, no matter how badly I want to give her O after O. Not after she unzips my slacks, then sinks to the floor. “Well. Happy Thursday to me, then.”
“That’s the idea.” The blond beauty gazes up at me with sex in her eyes and dirty deeds on her parted lips.
“Oh, sweetheart. You look so fucking good on your knees.”
“I feel good on my knees too,” she says, tugging down my black boxer briefs. My cock springs free.
Katie’s eyes pop like she just got everything she wanted for her birthday. I’m certainly glad she seems to think so, because I’d like her to gift wrap my dick with her mouth, lips, and tongue.
“Mmmm. You’re like hard candy.” She wraps a soft hand around the base. A quick burst of pleasure pulses through my body as she squeezes and strokes.
“I hope you like your candy good and long,” I tell her.
“Very, very long,” she says, pumping my cock in her fist,wasting no time.
She dips her face to my dick and sucks the head between her lips. My blood surges. My fingers weave through her silky blond hair while she flicks her tongue along my dick and pulls me deeper into her decadent mouth.
“Can it be Tuesday right now? Because I want this again,” I whisper, my voice already rough with lust.
My legs shake as Katie smiles wickedly up at me, the wild look in her eyes saying she wants this as much as I do.
That she relishesgiving.
