Page 72 of A Kiss at Midnight

“Let me out of this,” I beg, but Blake doesn’t seem to hear.

He moves over to his jacket and pulls out what appears to be a checkbook. He scribbles something furiously and goes over to the door without bothering to put on a shirt... or to button his pants.

When he opens the door, he obscures any view inside the room. Blake must be a fearsome sight, because the man on the other side of the door takes a quick step back. All I can see are his feet through Blake’s firmly planted legs.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man asks in protest, but he isn’t speaking quite as loudly as he had been just a moment before. “This is private property.”

“This ismyboat now. Get the hell off my property,” Blake growls as he lifts the check he’s just written and slams it against the stunned man’s chest.

“I... what?” the man gasps.

“Call your boss.” Without another word, Blake shuts the door with a final click, and bolts the lock, then turns and shoots me a look filled with so much heat it’s a wonder I don’t melt against the still-made bed.

“We won’t be interrupted again,” he says as he stalks toward me.

“What if he doesn’t want to sell his boat?” I ask.

“I told you I know the seller. I gave him more than he was asking. The boat is now mine.”

“You can’t just buy a boat without the proper paperwork, Blake.”

“Ican.” This mind-set and this kind of wealth don’t compute for me.

“So where were we?” Blake asks, hunger burning in his gaze.

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” I say, still in shock over the events of the past few minutes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”

With these words he unbuttons the rest of his pants, and lets them fall to the floor. Apparently, the interruption has done nothing to put a damper on his excitement — he springs free, thick, long, and hard, and another rush of liquid heat coats my core.

I can’t tear my gaze away from Blake as he walks to the bed and stares down at me. Then, when he sits, his erection is close to my face. I try not to be affected, but it’s impossible.

“Taste me, Jewel,” he offers, and my throat tightens. I need to put my lips around him, and I want to feel his pleasure on my tongue.

He shifts his body and pulls me back up so I’m on my knees, my mouth only inches from his gleaming shaft. When he brings me to his arousal, I don’t hesitate; I simply open my lips to take him inside the recesses of my mouth.

“Yes, Jewel, just like that.” He guides my head slowly up and down. I suck his velvet skin and smile around his manhood when I taste his salty flavor.

He supports my head with one hand so I won’t fall against him, and he reaches around my throat with the other and glides down until he’s holding my breast. He rubs his palm against my aching nipple, then pinches, making me cry out as I suck on him, and I take him deeper into my throat.

“Enough,” he groans, lifting my head from him. The sight of him wet with my saliva makes my core throb.

“Please,” I groan.

“I thought you wouldn’t beg.” I don’t respond. I should’ve known better. I always beg while in his arms. He undoes me; that will never stop. But I bite my tongue. I can’t give him more of an ego than he already has. I hear a low chuckle.

The bed shifts as I’m left on my knees with my ass arched in the air, and my hands still trapped behind my back... the lights shut off, leaving us in darkness. I wait for his touch... and nothing happens.

My body’s aching, and I twist where I am, my breasts tight, my core on fire. He’s going to make me beg. I refuse... for a little longer. I’m well aware of what he’s doing, but I need him. A frustrated sigh escapes me.

“Fine! Touch me,” I say in a whimper filled with frustration. Here goes my pride.

“My pleasure,” he purrs before pulling me backward to the edge of the bed. Before a heartbeat passes, I feel his hot breath on the sensitive flesh of my backside. His tongue flicks out, and runs down one butt cheek and up the other before he spreads my legs wide open and licks along the lips of my core.

“More,” I practically sob. The sensation of his rough tongue and hot breath are almost more than I can bear.

“Arch your back,” he commands before licking my most sensitive areas, then he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth, making me cry out over and over again. Just as I begin to reach my peak... he stops.

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