Page 163 of Taming Seraphine

Gabriel has to be alive somewhere. There has to be prescription records or medical bills somewhere that will give us a clue to his location. It’s only a matter of time before we reunite Seraphine with her brother.

After placing a kiss on her cheek, I leave the room to make a few phone calls and set up the apartment next door. Tomorrow’s going to be another eventful day.

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Hours later, the first thing I’m aware of when I awaken are soft hands roaming over my chest. I inhale the scent of strawberries and open my eyes to find Seraphine leaning over me with a mischievous grin.

“I’ve been trying to wake you for hours.” She presses her lips against mine.

I run a hand through my hair. “I went to bed late.”

“What were you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Her eyes sparkle. “Tell me.”

“Watching you sleep,” I say with a smirk.

“What else?” Her hands travel down my abs, which tighten under her touch, and she trails feather-light kisses on my skin.

As she slides her hand beneath the waistband of my pajama pants, my breath quickens, and my mind rifles through images of the cocks Seraphine has terrorized. Billy Blue’s getting sliced into sashimi, Rochas getting drilled through the middle, and Ferrante’s that she nailed to his thigh. That’s not even counting the ones I didn’t witness.

“What are you doing?” I rasp.

“I’m just touching it.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine, and I want to feel you.” She leans in and whispers in my ear. “Let me play with it, please?”

“Behave yourself.”

She chuckles. “It’s so long and thick and veiny. I can’t resist it.”

Fuck. I’m not the type of man to make a woman beg to touch his cock. Scratch that, I am. But this is Seraphine. The last time she got this close to it, I crashed the car. The time before that, she was holding a knife to my balls.

“What else are you planning on doing with my cock?” I ask.

She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft. “Maybe take it for a ride?”

I fling an arm over my eyes and groan. “Fuck.”

Seraphine tightens her grip and runs the flat of her tongue up the length of my shaft. The way her path meanders tells me she’s tracing one of its veins. When she reaches the head, she circles it with her tongue, and my balls tighten.

As much as I want this to continue, coming so soon would ruin Seraphine’s surprise. I spent half the night setting up something to make her smile.

“You said you wanted the nipple clamps,” I say between panting breaths.

She pauses, mid lick. “Where are they?”

“Come with me.”

She gives my cock head a parting lick before releasing it and sitting back on her heels. With a groan, I ease my erection back into my pajama pants and pull myself up.

Seraphine is a picture of blonde debauchery. Her blue eyes are dark with desire. A flush blooms her cheeks as she pants through her parted lips. Sunlight filters through her golden hair, illuminating its ends like a halo of spun gold. My gaze drifts down her pink nightshirt to the erect nipples that are begging for the clamps.

I rise off the bed and offer her my hand. “Come on.”

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