Page 145 of Love on the Byline

She hadn’t brought a swimsuit, and the lace of her braseemed almost obscene with her pebbled nipple clearly visible through the thinfabric.

He made a pleased sound as his mouth closed over the stiffpeak.

“God, I want to taste you so bad,” he groaned, running hishands down her torso to grab her hips.

Her hands tightened where they’d landed on his shoulders. Amoment later, Blake was airborne, lifted out of the water. Ollie had grabbedher waist and set her down on the ledge, using his broad shoulders to open herthighs.

She could only brace herself on her hands and stare down athis hungry eyes.

“Please say yes.”

Were there other words in the English language? If so, shecouldn’t remember any. “Yes,” she said in a thready, needy voice that soundednothing like her own.

“You’re right,” he rasped as he deftly slid her underwearover her hips and down her legs. “Consent is so fucking sexy.” The moment hedipped his head between her thighs, Blake knew Oliver Benjamin was going to bemore than she had bargained for. Behind the shy glances and the quiet voice,behind the altruism and the fierce loyalty he showed to the people he loved wasa man full of a kind of fire she had rarely seen, if ever.

It was an exquisite assault. Her breathing turned ragged ashe laved his tongue over her clit. He took his time to explore her, alternatingbetween long, lazy licks that made her thighs tremble and spearing his tongueinside her like he couldn’t get enough.

He was expert at getting Blake to make sounds that wouldhave mortified her had she been in control of her faculties. As it was, all shecould do was writhe and moan broken versions of his name while she spiraledinto oblivion.

“Yes,” he said in a husky voice that made it impossible forher to catch her breath as the aftershocks came in waves.

She’d squeezed her eyes shut and opened them to stare up atthe blue, southern California sky.

His gentle hands slid under her back and guided her uprightuntil she was sitting on the edge of the pool. Dazed and dazzled.

Grinning, Ollie swam backwards until he stopped andstretched out, floating in the middle of the pool. His erection poked out ofthe water, proud and obscene.

“What happened to your underwear?”

“I had to take them off,” he said, his voice drowsy. “Thewet cotton was getting...uncomfortable.”

Blake reached behind and unclasped her bra, dropping it on thepatio before she slipped into the water and walked out to him. The water roseto just above her breasts, and she stopped when she reached him.

His eyes were closed but his lips were moving.

“What are you doing?”

“Counting backwards from one thousand.”

She chuckled. “Why?”

“Because there are a million things I want to do with youand if I don’t calm myself down, this will be over before it even starts.”

Blake reached up and wrapped her hand around his cock. Itwas velvet and steel in her hand, slick with water and the essence of hisarousal.

He gasped, sputtering. “Blake.”

“Shhh,” she said, soothing him and coaxing him to his backagain. “Weren’t we just talking about how we had time?”

“Yeah, but...” He moaned when she ran her thumb around thehead of his cock.

“But?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, desperately. “Don’t stop.”

She let go long enough to slip between Ollie’s legs. Shecarefully put them on her shoulders. “Open your arms wide.”

He glanced down and seemed to understand because he obeyed,his breath coming in hard pants.

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