Page 32 of What Love Is

“You look like you’re contemplating world domination,” he said. “Got that self-satisfied look on your face that makes me want to fuck you.” He licked his lips. “But it also kinda terrifies me.”

“I have business that can’t wait,” she told him. “I need to go handle it.”

He shrugged. “Okay. When are we leaving?”

She lifted an eyebrow. “We?”

He strode farther into the room, closing the door behind him, and leaned over her desk with both hands braced on it, meeting her gaze. “Yep. I’m coming.”

“You don’t even know—”

“I don’t need to know shit,” he interrupted softly. “If you’re going somewhere, I’m following. Simple. I go wherever you go.” He was close now, close enough for her to smell the sleep on him mixed with the lingering decadence of their sex. She fought to keep her eyes open and not inhale deeply to take the scent of him into her lungs.

Fuck him for that.

And for his words that melted her when she’d thought she was beyond all that touchy-feely bullshit. It was as if he was just there to prove how wrong she was about so many things. “We leave tomorrow.” She cleared her throat, trying to act nonchalant when inside she was all twisted up about letting him be witness to what she was about to do.

Ugh.

Feelings were the worst.

She uncrossed her ankles and lowered her legs to the floor, parting them as he watched. She pushed her chair back, making room between her and the desk as she untied the robe and hiked the hem of her nightgown up, exposing herself to him.

He licked his lips, nostrils flaring.

“Come get this good shit,” she murmured. This was the only type offeelingsshe could embrace—Toro on his knees between her legs, tongue licking all her cracks and crevices.

Getting her wet and dripping.

When she was done coming on his face, he produced a strap from who knew where with a fuschia-colored dick attached. When he took the hand she held out once he’d put it on, she pushed him down into a nearby chair and got on her knees for him.

“God. Damn. Sera.”

While she slobbered all over his pretty silicone dick, he cursed her name in a voice laced with agonized adoration. If given the chance, she would’ve spent hours sucking on that dick, but her knees weren’t in agreement. She stumbled to her feet and straddled him, sinking onto him with her tongue in his mouth and his large palms on either of her ass cheeks.

Fuck but he filled her up.

Stretched her until it burned.

She loved it.

She’d never been wetter in her life. He sucked on her tongue, hard and desperate, as he helped her ride. She wasn’t young anymore, wasn’t as limber as she used to be, but she gave him everything he asked for and then some.

He broke their kiss to mouth her throat and she arched for him, rolling her hips as he thrust up into her.

“You ride me so good. Look at that tight pussy take all of me.”

“Nnngh.” She couldn’t even form words. He fucked her dumb. All she could do was moan, frantically chasing the orgasm that swirled up and down her spine.

“Breathe and let it go,” he murmured at her throat. “Give it to me.” He touched her clit, caught it between two fingers and squeezed, and just like that she was convulsing and crying out for him.

Giving him her orgasm.

He’d asked so nicely.

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They left around midday the following day, Toro silent beside her in the back of the car. She didn’t tell him where they were headed and he didn’t ask. He just… followed blindly. What kinda shit was that? She wanted to rail at him for it, but she also secretly liked that he allowed her to do her thing without offering his two cents.

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