Page 122 of Tapped

I thread my fingers through her thick, dark hair. “Baby, you are not good for my career.”

She sucks me farther into her mouth. I might have an out of body experience when my tip hits the back of her throat.

I can’t help myself. I fist her hair and press my hips in before pulling out.

When I look down, all I see are big brown, heated eyes staring up my chest as the tips of her fingers press into my thighs through denim. I fist her hair, pulling her off my cock until it springs completely free from her lips and tip her head back to look up at me.

I cup her face with my other hand and run my thumb across her cheek. “You’re going to make it really hard for me to take you back to reality, baby.”

She nods, her face still in my hand with the tip of my cock bouncing on her bottom lip. “I know. This is too perfect. I’m afraid to go back.”

“This is perfect,” I agree. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She glances down at my cock before looking back up my body to my face. “I need to tell you something.”

I shift my hips so my cock drags across her cheek. “Besides you going through my shit, what else is there to tell?”

“When I’m with you, I’m not scared,” she whispers. Her tits rise and fall as she pulls in a shaky breath. “You saved me. You have to know, you saved me in so many ways.”

It’s my turn to pull in a deep breath. “Tried to deny it, but I was obsessed with you when I was listening to you on the taps. I had no business thinking about you in any other way than a target. Saving you was selfish. I wanted you to myself before I recognized the feeling.”

“I’ve never known what it’s like to want anyone like this. I also forgot what it was like to be wanted. I’m afraid to go home. Afraid this won’t be the same and afraid of Braim.”

“Nothing will change, baby. If you think I’ve taken care of you up to now, you haven’t seen anything.” I drag my thumb across her lip and she swipes the tip of it with her tongue. I replace it with the tip of my cock. “Evie, I want to control this.”

Her eyes flare.

Fuck, now I want this more than ever.

“Arms behind your back, baby.”

She hesitates a moment and gives my thighs a squeeze where she was hanging onto me, but she does as I say. The moment her hands grip each other behind her back, she leans in and kisses the tip of my cock.

I can’t help but smile and shake my head. It’s like she’s daring me to control her.

“Arch,” I demand. “And shift your legs apart.”

“You’re very specific.”

“You’re very tempting. Do it.”

She shifts her legs and juts her tits forward. “Like this?”

My cock wars with my brain, but my brain wins. I want to remember this forever.

I take a half-step back to get a good look at her. “Just like that. You’re fucking perfect. Be careful, Dr. Litchfield. I may never let you go.”

She doesn’t move, but her demeanor sobers. “Don’t tease me, Micah.”

I close the distance between us and her lips part for me. I’m as serious as she is. “I would never, baby. Not about that.”

Her eyes drop to my cock. My chest clenches when she swipes the underneath with her tongue. My hand goes back to her hair, and I fist it at the back of her head. With my other, I take my cock and direct it between her lips.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I hold her still and glide in and out of her wet mouth. When I pull out, she circles my tip and when I push in, she takes it so good. I don’t look away from her or our connection.

I move in and out, fucking her mouth, pulling her onto my dick, keeping it slow and controlled for her no matter how much I want to let loose.

To be like this without anything between us, a thought courses through my brain that’s never once been there before.

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