Page 55 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“That was incredible,” she murmured softly, echoing my thoughts.

“Amazing,” I agreed. Her soft curls fell down her back and I buried my face into her hair, inhaling her scent. God, I’d never get enough of it. We remained still like that for a few minutes, the only sound in the room was our breathing. I pulled out and strode to the nearest trash can discarding the condom. Just a few steps and I missed her already.

Her gaze followed me, her delicate body leaned over her couch for support. As I strode back to her, she slowly turned around, her beautiful body on my full display.

Her hands pushed my tux jacket, letting it fall onto the ground. Her fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt as she nudged me backwards to give her space from the couch. Layla Cambridge, the woman that bickered with me from the moment we met, got down on her knees and licked her beautiful soft lips.

Her large blue eyes stared at me and my vision became hazy. This woman would be the death of me, in the best possible way. I was rock-hard already. It seemed to be a permanent condition around her. Her dainty, small hands gripped the base of my cock, as she licked her lips. The pleasure unleashed inside me, and it was this woman who was kneeling in front of me that caused it.

Darting out her tongue, she licked across the head of my shaft, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I thrust into her warm, beautiful mouth and another moan sounded. I wasn’t sure if it was mine or hers. She was so sexy as she sucked me off, like I was the most delicious lollipop. My hand curled around her hair, threading through it, tugging her closer.

“Take all of me,” I rasped the order.

Her eyes raised, meeting my gaze and she opened wide, taking me deep. My body lit up, lust sizzled down my spine as never before.

“Yes, just like that,” I cooed to her.

She sucked greedily, setting all my senses on fire. The rhythm and bliss of fucking her soft, warm mouth would be my undoing. I closed my eyes, pumping hard down her throat, her hands on my thighs, her nails digging into my muscles.

Holy fuck.She had ruined me, and she didn’t even know it. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them in her fingers and shudder racked my body as fire and pleasure ripped through me. Like an inferno.

I burst into her mouth, her little moans ready to bring me to my knees. My vision blurred and pleasure crashed over me.

Our eyes locked. I watched her swallow every single drop and then lick her lips like it was the most delicious thing ever.

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I rolled over,reaching for Layla’s warm body. I was insatiable when it came to her. Like a horny dog. But all I found was an empty, cold spot. Disappointment swelled within me. I knew she wouldn’t stay the night, but fuck, I wanted her to. This chemistry with her was unlike anything before. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew it would be good with her. I just didn’t realize how damn good it would be. Addicting.

My damn mask was still on my face so I pulled it off. Layla insisted we keep them on. She was worried about her privacy. Of course, she wouldn't realize I knew who she was, and she never recognized me.

When we exchanged names, I gave her my middle name. I didn’t want to lie to her but knew she’d connect the dots if I told her my first name.

My phone buzzed, and I reached for it. Of course, it would be Daniel.

“What do you want?” I answered the phone.

His chuckle came through the line. “Oh, grumpy, grumpy. How was your night?”

“None of your damn business.” I’d pay another ten million for one more night with Layla. I’d go broke because I would want her for the rest of my life.

He wasn’t fooled. “I gathered evidence against the Cambridges. I want to know when you want to move on bringing them down.”

I thought for a second. “Well, we won’t be putting any more funds into that foundation. Let’s wait a bit. I want to chase all the leads and confirm if there is anyone else in on their scheme.”

“I thought you might.” Silence followed and I wondered what else swirled in his mind. There was something else bothering him.

“Why did she get on the stage?” he asked the very question that I have been pondering. Usually only women that needed money got up there. Rich, spoiled women that either got cut off by their families or husbands. Nothing led us to believe Layla was cut off from her grandparents’ support.

“I thought you said you invited her?” I avoided answering his question for slightly longer.

“It is a standard invitation. I didn’t expect her to go up there.”

“Neither did I, truthfully. It surprised me.”

“Maxim, I had one of my men dig a bit deeper through Layla’s records.” Daniel’s voice told me whatever he was about to say, I wouldn’t like it. I didn’t like the idea of Daniel’s men knowing about Layla. I trusted Daniel without reservation but not his men. “There is something she is hiding.”

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