Page 109 of Tabitha

He lifts a spoonful of chocolate goodness toward me, and my mouth waters. “Did Gage make that beautiful concoction for me?”

Bast holds the spoon aloft, a heart-stopping smile stealing across his face. “I might have asked him to create something for you.”

My insides turn gooey at their thoughtfulness, my eyes stinging for a second before I blink the tears away and swallow the lump in my throat. I’m not sure how I got so lucky to meet these men. I’ve never had anyone care for me the way they do.

I can’t go back to the way things were before I met them.

The girls are not enough anymore.

The job isn’t enough.

I need more.

I need them, and I will do anything to keep them in my life.

When Bast lowers the spoon, I open my mouth obediently, trusting him implicitly. Instead of feeding me, he brushes the spoon against my lips, spreading the mousse. I scowl at him for daring to waste such chocolate-y goodness, but when I go to lick my lips, Bast captures my mouth in a kiss so scorching that my brain simply malfunctions.

The combination of chocolate and spice completely obliterates my control. When he pulls back, I try to follow, but he refuses to let me budge. I instantly miss the feel of him. I open my mouth to protest, then nearly swallow my tongue when he dips the spoon back into that magical concoction.

He releases his hold on me, sitting back on his haunches, and I wait almost docilely as he lifts the spoon toward me. I eagerly open my mouth…only for him to tip the spoon and dribble chocolate across my breasts.

“Oops.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling down at me. “I better clean up my mess.” His amber eyes take on a predatory look, and I can’t repress a shiver when he leans down and begins licking me clean with big, sure strokes. He takes his time, worshipping my breasts, licking and sucking and nipping them until an orgasm hovers just out of reach.

I shift restlessly, but the ache continues to grow. When he shifts and works his way lower, his shoulders force my legs wider, leaving me open to his gaze. He doesn’t even hesitate, licking me between my folds in a way that has me arching up in a demand for more.

Then he just devours me like he can’t get enough.

My orgasm explodes over me, and I grab his locs, holding him in place. He growls at the possessive touch and doubles down until I drown in pleasure.

But I want more.

I tighten my grip on his hair, then reluctantly pulling him away. I question my sanity for a moment at denying myself another orgasm, but I want something more.

I want him.

At his questioning look, I give him my best flirty smile. “Get on the bed and lie down on your back.”

He searches my face for a second, then slowly prowls toward me in a way that makes my core clench. Before he can reach me, I scoot off the mattress, afraid he’ll make a snack of me again and I won’t have the willpower to stop him.

I want to give and not just receive, but I’m weak when orgasms are offered. My breath catches when he does as told, and I exhale slowly, only then allowing myself to turn and look at him fully. The big mountain of a man waits patiently, and I can’t resist the urge to climb him, eagerly straddling his thighs.

I then lean over and grab the cup of chocolate before settling back against him once more. I dip my finger into the mousse, then slip it into my mouth, sucking the delicious chocolate away, never once taking my eyes off him.

“Some people show their love easily. Some say they love you without even thinking about it. That’s not me.” I dip my finger again, then look down at Bast with a raised brow. “Do you know how you can tell I care? Really care?”

A hint of vulnerability dims his vivid amber eyes, and he swallows hard, his voice a rasp. “How?”

“I didn’t kill you for eating my chocolate.” In my head, it makes complete sense.

He doesn’t react for a moment, then the most beautiful smile crosses his face. He sits up, grabs my wrist, then brings my hand to his mouth. Eyes locked on mine, he sucks my finger into his mouth, stealing my chocolate, but I forgive him when his tongue lashes at my fingertip in a way that makes my clit throb.

He pulls it out slowly, and I swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off his lips.

“Don’t be naughty and try to use your tongue to distract me.” I scowl and shove at his shoulder. “Now, back on the bed.”

He obeys, sprawling on his back, looking like a resplendent lion sunning himself on a rock as he watches his kingdom, a smug little smile on his face. I lift the chocolate again, stir it until the gooey concoction smooths out…then tip it over until it drizzles all over his chest…then lower.

He hisses at the cold sensation, his skin rippling, and I’m hypnotized by the way his muscles contract. Not taking my eyes off him, I lean forward and proceed to systematically lick it all away, addicted to the combination of him and chocolate blended together.

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