Page 49 of Beneath the Blindfold

Her pulse roared to one-twenty, and I recognized all the signals from last time. She was so responsive. It made me feel powerful getting her to come again so soon.

“Oh, shit!” Her moans shifted in pitch, climbing until she gave me another gasp that could’ve been a scream, and her body locked up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck, yeah.”

She bowed up from the table, and her pussy pulsed on my finger, flexing with the waves of her orgasm. My dick jerked like it needed to match her tempo. I sucked in air through my clenched teeth. It was unreal, this threat of coming in my pants when I was a grown ass man. Proof of how amazing she was.

Whatever control I had disappeared faster than a client after he’d paid.

I sank a knee on the table and hauled my big body up onto it until I was kneeling between her parted legs. Didn’t give her any time to recover. I scooped my hands under her ass and lifted, lowering my head until my mouth was on her.

Maybe I startled the scream out of her, or she was still really sensitive, because my tongue on her clit made her shout my name. I closed my eyes and savored her.

Fuck my job. Fuck this club right now. I was going to make her come again, and my mouth was the best way to do it since I’d taken my cock out of the playbook. The faint strawberry taste from the oil on her skin was good. The bottle was worth every motherfucking penny.

“Holy shit,” she groaned. Her legs trembled, and it got worse every time I licked her. Or maybe better. She definitely seemed to like it. And me? I fucking loved it. She was lush and soft. Her squirming made me feel like a king. I had absolute rule over her body.

When I made her come this time, her heartrate got all the way to one-forty. It probably wasn’t comfortable for her in this position since her chin was stabbing her in the chest and most of her weight was on her shoulder blades.

I lowered her to the tabletop and ran my hands over her oiled skin while she flinched with aftershocks from her orgasm. I grinned at her involuntary contractions and listened to the straps go taut as she fought them.

It burst out of her in a panic. “Fuck me.”

Jesus. I leaned over, put my hands on the leather on either side of her head, and slowly lowered in until I could kiss her. I stayed up on my arms though, not wanting to crush her. I mumbled it against her damp lips. “Wasn’t what we agreed on.”

“Let’s renegotiate, then.”

I laughed and slid my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. It was probably better if she didn’t say anything else. I was too close to caving. As we kissed, I tugged the blindfold up until it rested on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and . . . when she looked at me? It was like she was seeing me for the first time.

Court was staring at me the way I’d always hoped she would. My chest grew six inches bigger.

“No new negotiations,” I said. Could she hear the stumble in my voice? I cleared my throat, playing it off like the way she was staring in my eyes wasn’t getting to me. “Once a deal’s made, it’s done. Club rules.”

“Don’t you know the owner?” she teased, but sounded half-serious.

I had to move fast. Every second the two of us were on this table, it got way more dangerous. I unlatched her wrists and the sound of Velcro tearing open filled the room. Unleashing her from the table was both good and bad. As I sat back on my heels, she climbed onto me and threw her arms around my shoulders.

It felt good holding her. Felt even better the way she was rubbing her body against my dick through my pants. We kissed like that for a long time. When her lips moved from my mouth, they trailed along my jaw and she trembled.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

What the hell was she talking about? “Sorry for—?”

“Not coming here sooner.” She babbled it out, her voice breaking and her eyes getting wet with tears. “For staying with Tariq so long, for not seeing what we—”

“Shhh,” I said, trying to soothe. “Don’t do that. Shit happens for a reason. I could’ve stopped being a pussy and come at you like I wanted to, you know.” I squeezed her to me. “But if I had, we wouldn’t have had this, and . . . damn. I liked how it worked out.”

She smiled and blinked back her tears, clinging to me. For such a small woman, she was mighty.

And she was finally mine.

SIX

JULIUS

Courtney tried to get a hand down my pants, but I caught her wrist and stopped her. I was gonna go off too fast, and I didn’t want her getting ideas I was a two-pump chump. Usually I was great at holding off, but after all we’d done on the table, and the seven years of wanting her, it made me a stick of dynamite. I needed to get my shit back together.

I told her I’d give her the rest of the tour, but it took forever to get her dressed. My fault. She was distracting as hell in a bra and underwear just as she was naked, and it was hard for her to get clothes on when my hands were always in the way.

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