Page 10 of Devoured By You

“I’m not a prude.”

He flashed a toothy smile. “I’d say that ship has sailed.”

“Good point, well made.”

He picked up the condom. “As much as I could spend hours playing with your body, we’re on a clock. And I’m salty about it.” Tearing through the packet, he took it out and handed it to me. “Put this on.”

I glanced down. “I don’t have the right appendage.”

He laughed again. “Yep. Incredible.”

Grinning, I pinched the tip and rolled it onto his dick. “Look, it fits.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tipped my head back. “I’ll never fucking forget you.”

Before I could answer, he speared me. I hissed through my teeth at the unexpectedness of it. Then he moved, and I was lost. Our teeth clashed, our tongues battled, and our bodies moved in a frictionless dance. He lifted me, hooking my legs over his hips. The sound of running water drowned out my gasps of pleasure as my perfect stranger pummeled me. A wild thrill coursed through my body. This was dirty, raw, forbidden. His lips bruised mine as he drove himself into me faster and faster. I moaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Come, Tilly. Fuck, come.”

He shifted his angle, and his pelvis rubbed my clit.

“That’s it,” I breathed. “Right there.”

He did it again, and I came apart, cresting, falling, except instead of smashing into the ground, I floated away on a cloud of pure carnality. Blay grunted, thrust twice more, stilled, and then emitted a gratified sigh. Seconds later, he lowered me to the floor. He pulled out, took off the condom, and stuffed it in tissue before putting it in the bin. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body.

“They’ll know, won’t they?” I pointed my chin at the door.

He nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“No. It probably should, but no.”

“Good.” He pulled me to him and kissed me, hard. “You’ll never see them again, so why worry?”

I wouldn’t see Blay again, either. And the devastation tearing through my insides was the most worrying thing of all.

Chapter 4

Blaize

Lucky for me, nature had blessed me with an overactive imagination.

Miami International Airport was crammed with tourists, most of whom stumbled around trying to figure out where the fuck they were going. Kids screeched in that earsplitting way they’d mastered, and that caused every childless traveler to grimace and glare at the parents who were, for the most part, impotent to stop the little darlings making the goddamn sound. I shouldn’t imagine they enjoyed it all that much, either. At least I had an escape route.

“What does your luggage look like?” I asked Jill as I plucked my brown leather carryall off the carousel.

“Um, pink, large, and heavy.” She stared at my bag. “Is that it?”

“I travel light.”

“No shit.” She pointed to two enormous bright pink suitcases slowly making their way toward us. “They’re mine.”

“You like to travel incognito, then?” I grinned.

“I’ll have you know they’re the height of fashion.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I put out an arm as she surged forward to get them. “Allow me.”

“Are you this chivalrous with all your mile-high conquests?”

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