Page 91 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“It was in case you were too upset to let me touch you.”
Damn, his girl thought of everything. Didn’t she know that time would never come?
“Never,” he growled.
Her brows lifted, and then her eyes narrowed, darkening like the sea. She yanked down his shorts, freeing his erection. “And look at this.” Her fingers circled his shaft. “I’ve just arrived at my morning appointment.”
Holy. Fuck.
She crouched lower, licking his balls and dragging her tongue along his shaft repeatedly, until it was nice and wet. Then she returned her attention to his balls, loving him with her mouth as she stroked his cock. His eyes closed, legs tensed, his fingers still buried in her hair as she licked and sucked, making one sinful, appreciative sound after another. When she lavished the head of his cock with that hot mouth of hers, he opened his eyes and couldn’t hold back.
“Suck me, baby. Take me hard and deep.”
What a sight she was, her full lips spread around his cock, her tongue slicking out along the head, one hand fondling his balls, the other following her mouth up and down in a mind-numbing rhythm.
“Sophie—” He pulled her up by her arms and captured her mouth in a plundering kiss. “Need you, baby.”
She shook her head as they kissed. “No.”
“No?” He drew back, flabbergasted. “Why?”
She moved lower, kissing as she went. “Because I want you to have motivation to be strong today.”
“Fuck,” he panted out. “Baby, you make me weak.”
She giggled. “You’re so wrong. I’ve never known a man stronger than you. That’s why you’re going to come in my mouth now.” She lifted her gaze to his as she took his hard length in her hand. “And come inside me later.”
She swallowed him deep, obliterating his ability to think or speak, or do anything other than enjoy the pleasures she was giving him. She quickened her pace, knowing all the tricks to throw him over the edge. He grunted out her name, his hips bucking with every pulse of his release. She lovingly accepted everything he had to give. When his body went slack, she rose again, claiming his mouth with the same fierceness she’d taken his cock. Adrenaline pushed through inside him. He tugged her skirt up to her hips, and holy mother of God, she was pantiless. He sank to his knees, feasting on her sweetness. She was so aroused, so hot, when he sucked her clit and thrust his fingers inside her, she spiraled out of control, shattering against him. He loved her breathless, then he made her come again. Only then did he rise and possess her lovely mouth, pouring his soul and a well full of promises into her.
“Baby, you’re incredible. You’re—”
“Wait,” she panted out. “I need you to know something first. I know you’re talking to your dad for us, and I love you so much for that. But even if you decide not to, I’ll still love you more tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”
He pressed a series of kisses to her swollen lips, so overwhelmed with emotions, he grasped for the right way to convey them. “Sophie, love isn’t a big enough word…”
“I know. Kiss me. I feel it in your kisses.”
If she felt it in his kisses, he wanted to put them everywhere. He pressed his lips to the middle of her chin, the hollow of her neck, the tender spot beside her ear. He could kiss her all day long, every inch of her flesh, and still he wouldn’t have kissed her enough. Anxious to love her again, he lowered his head and pressed his lips over the special part of her that had changed his world—her heart.
Gazing into her eyes, he said, “You are my forever kiss, Sophie,” and lowered his lips to hers.
AT EXACTLY TEN o’clock, Brett followed his father into his posh law office, steeling himself against the chill settling into his bones and the anger simmering beneath his skin. There were no hugs, no warm glances, only awkward silence. Brett rooted his feet in the expensive carpet as his father pushed the door until it was strategically ajar. Gerard Bad was a leading criminal attorney and one of the most manipulative, cunning men Brett had ever known, but Brett had never been intimidated by him. It would be difficult to feel intimidated by a man he’d once seen as weak.
