Page 42 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

I stared at the top of his head which was buried between my spread legs and my vision blurred from the pleasure. “You son of a bitch.”

His dark laugh only made more heat fill my belly. Before, I’d loved it when he didn’t fight fair, because I didn’t either. He’d get his way, and he knew it.

Maybe I had, too, right from the beginning. But I wasn’t going to blatantly agree to his terms. My mind scrambled to find something to negotiate. He’d taken emotion out of the equation, yet there was something else I desired, which just happened to make him uneasy. Perfect.

“A line needs to be amended,” I said. “Total honesty between partners.”

He slowed as he considered it, and when he stopped altogether, he must have grasped the full extent. No hiding behind half-truths or deflecting questions, as he liked to do. Getting information out of him was no easy thing.

My belly did a flip-flop as he grabbed a pen and scrawled the line of text after the final paragraph. Like it was easy to give this up. Shit. I thought I’d been so clever, and now I had the suspicion my term was going to come back around to bite me.

The pen clattered to the wood, and Kyle refocused on me. “Done.” He slid two fingers deep inside me, hard and fast. “Now say yes.”

“Fuck.” My eyes wanted to roll back in my head. I half-expected to come away with a fistful of his hair, I was tugging on it that hard. Like everything else he’d done today, his tempo wasn’t slow. His thick fingers moved roughly, fucking me with a blissful burn.

It was impossible to restrain my moans. How soundproof were the offices? Was anyone still around to hear if I lost control? “Someone’s,” I panted, “going to hear me.”

“Not if you stay quiet.” His mouth was a volcano, causing mini eruptions of pleasure, and threatening a big finish.

“I can’t . . . when you’re doing that.”

“Sure you can. I believe in you.”

His tempo was blistering. My legs were trembling on his shoulders. God, he was going to have to stop, or at least slow down, or I was going to lose my mind. My inhibitions were likely to go right along with it.

My tone had a fair amount of warning. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

There was no point fighting any longer. We both knew I would agree, whether I put my signature on the non-binding document or not. “Yes. Yes, Kyle.” How could I say no? At this point, all I wanted was . . . “More.”

I collapsed backward so I was propped on my bent elbows, and surrendering set me free. I gazed at him as his tongue stroked my clit and his fingers slammed in and out. They’d grown slick and glossy with my arousal. He’d set a demanding pace, and it was probably taking a toll on him physically, but he didn’t slow down.

Not even as a third finger joined his first two. His palm was turned toward the ceiling, allowing him to slide right in to the perfect spot.

“Your fingers,” I said between two gulps of air. “Fucking magic.”

His mouth worked in conjunction with his hand, hurtling me so close to the edge of orgasm, I could barely tolerate it. I picked at the buttons of my blouse, undoing them as fast as I could with one hand, and yanked the shirt open when I had enough done so I could expose my bra. I needed a hand on my breast, pinching my nipple. Didn’t matter if it was my touch or his.

I jammed my fingers inside the cup, searching, and my eyes lidded with desire as I found the tight, painful bud of flesh. My pinch stung in a delicious, perfect way. It all looked so good, his determined gaze watching me while his jaw worked, and it felt a million times better than it looked. And he obviously liked how I was touching myself—his eyes hooded further.

But it was difficult to keep unwanted emotion from slipping in. I’d loved him and hated him, and now I was stuck somewhere between. We’d both changed over the years. Would the new version of myself be able to survive the new version of him?

He nuzzled and used suction, focusing the sensation all on my center. When he made a soft noise of contentment, like he was enjoying tasting and fucking me with his fingers almost as much as I was enjoying him doing it, I lost the ability to breathe. He was wild, yet powerful, and the look in his eyes said he wanted to consume me. Eat me up, one lick at a time.

I’d let him. I’d love every second of it.

The orgasm crashed like a wave. It stormed through my bloodstream, sweeping along my body first with pinpricks of pleasure, then followed with fire. The muscles in my thighs tensed and clamped down on his head, holding his face to me as I rode, bucking with ecstasy.

I tried to stay quiet, I really did.

He might have told me to keep it down, but I’d successfully muzzled him with my pussy. If anything, it served him right. In this moment, I didn’t give a shit who heard as Kyle delivered an orgasm so great, my body went boneless. The moans poured from my mouth and I rocked against his face, enjoying every drop of my climax.

The thud as I banged flat on the desk was loud enough to be heard over my cries as they began to ebb. I fell slower back to the present, coming down off my high, and it barely registered my legs had released their vise-like grip on him.

He climbed to his feet and wiped a hand over his short beard, removing the evidence of what he’d just done. I couldn’t do anything but lie on the desk and heave breath into my lungs while he towered over me. His gaze wandered along my skin, tracing the curves of my body appreciatively.

“Oh my God, Kyle,” I whispered.

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