Page 79 of Dark Knight

I don’t want my freedom. All I want is her.

Her fingers dance over my scalp, holding my head in place, while I work her into a frenzy with my teeth and tongue. She barely has time to squeal in surprise when I swiftly bend to take her ass in both hands, lifting her up and placing her on the counter. I need to forget everything drumming on my mind, all the reminders of what I should be doing – and what I absolutely should not be doing. Like right now, as I spread her thighs and drop to my knees.

“I’d rather haveyoufor breakfast.”

I know her body by heart now, after days spent defiling her in every room of the house. The softness of her inner thighs and her sweet, musky arousal are damn near intoxicating. I run my scruff over her soft skin, teasing both of us, drawing the moment out until she lets out a frustrated little groan and tilts her pelvis so her entire pussy is on full display: pink, glistening, drawing me in.

“You better start eating.” I can hardly breathe as she runs her fingers through her pink folds, then holds them up for me to see the moisture coating them. “Do you want this?”

What is it about her that turns me into a slobbering, mindless animal? My tongue darts out to catch her addictive, sweet nectar. The first taste awakens my senses and my awareness narrows to this, to this alone. Her smell, her taste, the soft moans of approval before she drags her hand away to grab the back of my head and pull it in. “Come on, then. I have plenty more for you.”

My God, I am lost. Drowning in her. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know what she tastes like. What it sounds like when I drive my tongue into her dripping hole. “Yes. Fuck me with your tongue,” she begs, clutching my head in both hands, riding my face. “Make me come for you.”

That’s precisely what I’m going to do. My rigid cock strains against my zipper, but I ignore it in favor of withdrawing my tongue and replacing it with two fingers, which I use to massage her G-spot while sucking her delicious little clit. She lets loose a string of incoherent cries, and soon her juices coat my fingers while she grinds against me. “Oh, yeah… Yeah, right there… Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Her desperate whispers are music to my ears. I’m a king, on top of the world, able to turn her into a gasping, needy thing. Me, only me, nobody else. Only I can take her to this place where she lets go of everything but the here and now. What she needs the most.

And now she needs to come, tightening around my fingers, her cries rising in pitch, her nails scraping my scalp to the point of pain. I won’t stop her. This is what she needs, this is what I want for her. To lose herself in me. Come for me, Princess. Come for me.

Her body goes stiff, freezing on the edge between tension and release – and then it breaks, and she spasms once, twice, her ecstatic cries echoing through the room. “Yes! Yes! Romero!” Then she goes limp, sighing, legs falling open and going still.

Her bare chest heaves when she lets out a breathless laugh. “My God. You are so good at that.”

Tatum reaches for me, pulling me close once I stand, wrapping her legs around me. I hold her for a moment, stroking her messy curls before her deft little fingers brush against my aching erection.

But the clock is ticking. My full attention wouldn’t be on her. I pull my hips back, shaking my head. “Later.”

Her brows draw together when she looks up at me, and I kiss her forehead. “As I said, I do have work to do. Believe me, I’ll have you take care of that later.”

“No fun,” she mutters, pouting. Playing the brat to break me down. The temptation to give her what she wants is almost too much to resist.

“No fun? What do you call what just happened? It sure as hell sounded to me like you were having fun.”

“You’re not wrong.” Her lips twitch until she can’t hold back a grin. “Well, since you’ll be too busy to get your dick sucked, I should go to the store. We really need food – no offense, but even great sex isn’t enough sometimes.”

When my stomach growls loud enough for us both to hear, we share a laugh. “Okay, you’ve got me.” Even though there’s still a part of me that doesn’t like her going out alone, it’s probably for the best that she is not around when I make this call. The less she knows about the plan I’m about to present to Callum, the better. Plausible deniability and all that. It’s not the same as hiding things from her – though I know that’s how she would take it if given the chance.

Maybe I just don’t want her thinking about him. She needs to think about me, us. The present… if not the future. Because there can be no future here. Of all times to think about something like that, but it’s true.

She doesn’t seem to notice the change in my mood, too busy laughing about her shaky legs when she lowers herself to the floor.

“Remind me to disinfect the counter later,” she observes with a wry grin. I have the pleasure of watching her walk away, the hem of the sweater brushing the curve of her ass. It’s hypnotic, waiting for a flash of those firm, supple cheeks before she disappears around the banister and runs up the stairs.

Rather than wait for her to do it, I pull out the cleaner and paper towels to wipe the counter. Not that I’m generally domestic, but right now, I would do anything to avoid making this call. Callum will be happy, of course – that’s not what I’m worried about. It’s knowing how hard I’ll need to fight my guilt every second we talk. Every minute he’s trusting me. He trusts me, and look at what I’m doing. I lost track of the number of times we’ve fucked over the course of this week. I’ve already gotten used to falling asleep with her in my arms. I can’t think about that while I’m talking business with him.

Tatum is exiting the steamy bathroom once I make it upstairs. “Aw, damn. I could’ve used some company in the shower.”

And the sight of her wearing nothing but a towel with her curls pinned up on top of her head unleashes fresh hunger in my core. It’s like every part of her was set up to tempt me. “I’m distracted, anyway,” I murmur, but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing her ass as she walks by. The sound of her giggles is a gift. I was sure for so long that she would never laugh like that again. That she would never feel lighthearted again. That he had taken that from her, too. But now she is humming to herself as she heads for the bedroom. I’ve never seen anybody so happy about running errands.

The time I get out after a quick, hot shower, she’s gone. The house feels empty and eerily silent without her. I can’t linger on that while I hurry through drying off and getting dressed. I need to get this over with. He’ll be happy, and that’s what matters – even if he wouldn’t be, should he find out the truth. He can’t, that’s all. This can only exist between Tatum and me.

I sit down at my desk and pull up the information we’re supposed to review, then call him and settle back with my eyes closed. I can do this. I can’t let myself give in to paranoia. The man has no idea, and he never will. We’re safe. I haven’t jeopardized her in any way.

“It’s a little late for you, isn’t it?” he asks on answering the phone.

Not a great way to start out. A glance at the time confirms it’s barely past ten, even though he’s used to keeping early hours. So am I… but I’m normally focused. “I had a late night putting the finishing touches on these plans.” I had a late night fucking your daughter until she damn near passed out.

“I’m only busting your balls. Sorry if it came off the wrong way.” Busting my balls? Something is off. He doesn’t know, does he? How could he? I have to shake off my nerves – let’s face it, if he knew, there would be no game playing. He would leave no room for doubt. My balls would already have been detached from the rest of my body.

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