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I looked up at him again as I sucked.

“On your knees, Brynna,” he said. His command sent fresh waves of heat through me, making me drip even more for him.

Yes. This. Just like this.

He withdrew to let me move off the bed. I lowered myself down on all fours, stretching myself out; I arched my back and spread my legs again. I looked up at Theo and a slow smile spread across his face. He stepped around me, looking at me. He seemed to like the sight of me in this position as much as binding me to the bed. I was his. Tonight I was Theo’s and it was the only thing I wanted to be.

He stepped around me until he faced me, his great cock pulsing in front of my lips. “Show me,” his voice tearing from his throat, filled with lust.

I knew what he wanted. I craned my neck to look up at him and opened my mouth.

“Wider,” he said. “Show me how much you want it.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stuck out my tongue for him. Yes. Theo had me on all fours, knees apart as I begged him with my open mouth. Let me be shameless. I had never been more turned on in my life.

Then Theo fed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him deep, struggling to keep my eyes on him. He set the pace as I kept my balance on the floor. The carpet was rough under my wrists and knees and I knew I’d have burns there in the morning. I didn’t care. It would remind me of our night together and I wanted that.

Theo cupped the back of my head and helped me take him even deeper. On and on I sucked as I let him set the pace.

“Do you want it?” he gasped. “I need to know.”

With his dick deep in my mouth, I nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

“God,” he said.

He was quick after that. Two or three deep thrusts and I felt him let go, coming in my mouth in great spurts that I struggled to take. But take them I did. I swallowed every last drop as Theo shuddered his release down my throat. I kept on sucking even after he drained himself. It undid him. Theo’s knees shook and he stumbled backward; pulling himself out of my mouth he sat down hard on the bed.

I stayed in position. He hadn’t told me to move. I learned quickly. Theo’s rules.

“Make me come,” I said, my voice raw with lust as I still tasted him on my tongue. “Please.”

“Any way you want,” he said through a smile. “You’ve earned it after that.”

I stood up slowly on shaky legs. I stepped into the space between Theo’s thighs and he looked up at me with shining eyes and a tender expression. I leaned down, my hair falling over his shoulders in a shimmering black curtain and kissed him slow and deep. Theo rose. He hooked his arms under my buttocks and lifted me off the ground, holding me up so I looked down at him. Slowly he turned me and lowered me down on the bed. He laid me across the width of it and knelt in the space between my legs, spreading them wide again.

Theo went down to his knees and licked me with a light, feathering tongue. I shuddered. My sex was so swollen and sensitive, but Theo was careful, knowing just how much I could take.

Then he fastened his lips around my clit and sucked me with sweet pressure. I only lasted a few seconds, he had me primed so well already. I cried out as the crescendo of my orgasm made my whole body quake.

That night, Theo Dorran made me see stars when I came. The room tilted and swirled as the world became that fraction of space between my legs and the feel of the tip of Theo’s tongue. I gripped the sheets, trying to stay inside my body. Then I went limp.

Theo rose from between my legs and gathered me into his arms. I had no strength left in mine. He lifted me and took me in bed with him as he feathered small kisses against my cheek, over my breasts and folded me against him.

Yes. This. Just like this. This man. If only just for tonight.

CHAPTER 18

Theo

She pulled on her jeans, sliding them over her supple thighs and rounded ass. Brynna would go home without her underwear today, thanks to me. They lay in a torn heap near the wall. She gave me a bashful smile that tugged at my heart when she pulled her bra off the lamp shade and slid her arms through it.

“Have you seen my shirt?” she asked. She tucked her hair behind her ears and tried to run a hand through the back of it to straighten it. It was hopeless. God, she was beautiful last night. My balls tightened at the flashbacks I kept having of her bucking and thrusting against my bindings. She was even more beautiful this morning with her sleek black hair tousled and faint dark circles under her eyes. I didn’t let her sleep for more than an hour.

I raised myself up on my elbow and peered over the side of the bed. Her heather gray t-shirt peaked out from underneath. It was rumpled but I tossed it to her. Her back arched as she lifted her arms and slid the shirt over her head. I resisted the urge to reach up and free her nipples from the cups of her bra again.

She knew what I was thinking and flashed that sheepish smile at me again that damn near melted my insides. She leaned across the bed and kissed me.

“I have to go,” she said.

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