I stare into his eyes as I suck on the digit.
Fuck, he tastes so good. And I’m so close to being exactly where I need to be.
He pulls his thumb from my lips.
His hands go to his swimsuit.
He pushes it from his hips.
The scrap of black fabric falls to his ankles.
He steps out of it, one foot at a time, and kicks it aside.
And there’s Ryan. All of him, hard and ready for me.
Fuck, he’s big this close.
My tongue slides over my lips. I look up at him, begging him with my eyes.
He stares back at me. “Suck me off.”
Fuck. Yes.
My fingers dig into his hips as I lean forward. Brush my lips against his tip.
He shudders from the soft touch.
I do it again. Again. Again.
It feels so fucking good, making him shake. But it’s not enough.
I need more than a tease.
I need him groaning my name as he comes.
I wrap my fingers around his firm flesh. Hold him in place as I bring my lips to his cock.
My tongue slides around his tip. He tastes good. Like chlorine and like Ryan.
I do it again, softer.
Then harder.
His hand knots in my hair.
His groans spur me on.
I look up at him as I take him into my mouth.
Wet waves fall over his piercing blue eyes. But it’s not enough to hide the bliss in his expression.
Right now, he’s wrapped around my finger.
Right now, I’m the only thing he wants.
Feminine power courses through my veins. He’s at my mercy. I’m still at his mercy, but I don’t care.
It feels so fucking good.
I suck on his tip until I can only taste Ryan.
Then I take him deeper.
Deeper.
His palm presses against the back of my head. He pushes me farther. To the brink of what I can take.
I swallow to relax my throat.
Take him as deep as I can. Wrap my fingers around the base of his cock so I have all of him.
Slowly, I pull back.
Then I do it again.
Again.
Again.
My eyelids press together as he nudges me with his palm. I surrender to his guidance, taking him deeper then pulling back to suck on his tip, then doing it again.
His free hand goes to my breast. He toys with my nipple as I suck on him.
My sex clenches.
Desire courses through my body.
I feel so good I can barely move.
But I need this. Need him.
I move faster.
Suck harder.
Flick my tongue against his tip.
He lets out a low groan.
There. That’s it. I flick my tongue against him again. Softer. Longer. Harder. Shorter.
He tugs at my hair.
I pull back to groan. “Do that again.” I wrap my lips around him. Savor the taste of him.
He tugs at my hair as I flick my tongue against him.
I do it again. Again. Again.
“Fuck, Leigh.” His breath hitches.
His thighs shake.
He tugs harder.
He’s almost there.
I need him there.
I swirl my tongue around his tip. Watch his eyes fill with ecstasy.
His palm nudges against the back of my head.
He stares down at me, asking for permission.
I nod. Groan a yes into his flesh.
His other hand goes to my head.
He tugs at my hair as he holds me in place.
His hips shift as he thrusts into my mouth.
I relax my throat as he rocks into me again and again.
He goes faster. Harder. Deeper.
I swallow so I don’t gag.
I stare up at him.
Watch his eyelids press together, his brow soften, his teeth sink into his lip.
There.
“Fuck, Leigh.” He tugs at my hair, pulling me backward.
His cock pulses.
His spills over my chest as he comes.
His eyelids blink open.
He stares at me like I’m heaven sent.
Like I’m everything he wants.
The only thing he wants.
Chapter 40
Ryan
Leighton steps out of the bathroom in a slinky silver dress. She kicks, showing off the mid-thigh slit.
My eyes trace a line from her toes to the gap in her dress.
That thing was made for her. “You look like a spy.” Like a gorgeous, too hot for this world spy.
Her hair is pulled back the way it was the first night we fucked.
Silver makeup brings out the green in her eyes.
Purple-pink lipstick draws my gaze to her mouth.
A flashy pendant hangs between her breasts.
“Who says I’m not?” She presses her back against the wall and places her hands in the shape of a gun. “What is your mission, Maddox?”
“Making you come.”
“Hmm.” She blows smoke from her imaginary pistol. “I may be able to work with you.”
“May?”
“It’s a vague promise. Is that one orgasm? Two? Three?”
“Until you beg me to stop.”
“Hmm.” She sets her imaginary gun on the dresser. “And how will you do this?”
“How will I make you come?”
She nods.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Mr. Maddox, I’m not sure if these pleasantries are appropriate for our relationship.”
“What should I call you?”
“Ms. Black.”
“That’s awfully formal, Ms. Black. Do you really want to scream Maddox when you come?”
She breaks character with a laugh. It’s quick, a second, then she shakes it off.
Back to the aloof spy.
“I don’t wish to scream anything when I come. Screaming will alert our enemies to our location.” She scrapes the carpet with her toes.
“We should be quiet?”
“Of course. Discretion is of primary importance.”
“How much time do we have?”
Her eyes go to the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Not much. My mission commences at the top of the hour.”
“Your mission?”
“I’m afraid that’s classified.”
“But we’re here together. There must be some reason for that.”
“Our missions are aligned?”
I nod.
“Still. I can’t be sure.”
“But you have twenty minutes?”
“At best.”
I cross the room to her. Wrap my fingers around her wrists. Pin her to the wall with my hips.
Fuck, I want her so badly.
We’ve had two perfect days in Paradise. We’ve done every single fucking thing I wanted to do here. She completely ignored my attempts to teach her to surf. Insisted she knew what she was doing, even when she fell down for the fifteenth time. She squealed with delight as she glided down a zip line. We danced under the fucking moonlight.
I press my lips to her neck. “Any weapons I should know about?”
“Besides my wit?”
I break character with a chuckle. “And your charm.”
“What do you think?”
My fingers find the edge of her dress. I trace the slit up her thigh. Then down, over her skin.
She arches her back, shifting her hips against mine.
“A thigh-holster.” My palm curls around her leg. I bring it higher, higher, higher.
“No.” Her breath hitches in her throat. “Not at the moment.”
“How can I trust you?”
“All I have is my word, Mr. Maddox.”
“How do I know that’s any good?” Higher.
“You don’t.”
“It’s a good thin
g I want my hands on your thighs.”
“Yes. It’s—” Her words fade into a moan. “Fuck.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as my fingers skim her cunt.
My balls tighten. “You’re naked under here.”
She drops character with a heavy nod.
I forget all about the game we’re playing. “That for me?”
“Yeah.”
“And this?” I bring my other hand to her chest. Slide it under her tight dress. Toy with her nipple.
“It’s all for you.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “It’s always for you.”
My thumb finds her clit. It’s instinct. I need her body pressed against mine. I need her lost in ecstasy.
Everything has been fucking perfect. But that’s about to end.
Tonight is Penny’s rehearsal dinner.
Who knows what the fuck that will bring?
“Ryan.” She tugs at my suit jacket. “You… I… Harder.”
I rub her harder.
Tease her with one finger.
Two.
Her eyelids press together.
Her tongue slides over her lips.
She’s lost in me, but that isn’t enough.
I bring my lips to hers.
She arches into me, opening her mouth to make way for my tongue, parting her legs to invite my hand.
I rub her until she’s groaning against my mouth.
Then I pull my hand to her thigh and drag my lips over her cheek.
I plant a soft kiss on her collarbone.
Then lower, just above the neckline of her dress.
Her hand knots in my hair. She nods a yes. A please. A now.
My hands go to her hips. I pull her body onto mine as I walk backward. It’s a messy path to the bed, but we get there.
I push her onto the mattress.
Her eyes find mine as she scoots up the bed. She hikes her dress to her waist. Pries her thighs apart.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I climb onto the bed. Place myself between her legs.
She shudders as I drag my lips up her inner thigh.
I go higher and higher and higher.
Her hand knots in my hair as I bring my lips to her cunt.
She’s already wet and she’s so fucking sweet.
I lick her from top to bottom. Then from bottom to top.
I do it a little faster.
A little harder.
I take my time tasting every inch of her. Then I bring my lips to her left labia and suck hard.
“Fuck.” She groans as I scrape my teeth against her flesh.
I move to her right and do it again.
Her heel digs into my back.
My jacket gets too fucking heavy. Even with the AC turned up high, I’m burning up in this thing.
But that doesn’t fucking matter.
Making her come matters.
It’s all that matters.
Still, I revel in her pleasure. I suck on her lips. I scrape my teeth against her. I plunge my tongue inside her.
She unfolds for me. She spreads wider, digs her heel into my back, tugs at my hair.
“Ryan.” She tugs harder. “Please. Make me come. Please.”
My cock pulses. She’s so fucking sexy like this.
She groans as I bring my mouth to her clit.
I brush my lips against her as lightly as I can.
I do it again.
I do it until she’s panting.
Then I take her clit between my lips and I suck hard.
“Fuck.” She squeezes me with her thighs. Her knees wobble.
I bring my hands to her ass and hold her in place.
Then I suck on her clit until her groans are running together. Until she’s pulsing as she comes on my lips.
She gets wetter. Sweeter. Louder.
I pull back to nip at her thigh.
She stares down at me, her blue-green eyes hazy with lust. Slowly, she nods.
I dive between her legs.
Flick my tongue against her clit. I start soft and slow. Then I go harder. Faster.
There.
She tugs at my hair as I hit just the right speed, just the right pressure.
A few flicks of my tongue and she’s there.
She groans my name as she comes.
Her hand finds my suit jacket. She tugs at it, tugging me up her body. “Fuck, Ryan.”
I press my lips to hers.
Her hand curls into my hair. She holds my head against hers as she kisses me hard and deep.
I keep her pinned to the bed.
Keep my mouth against hers.
Fuck, she tastes good everywhere.
Her hands find my belt. She pulls it from the loop. Undoes the buckle.
Then she stops.
Fuck.
Someone’s knocking on the door.
They’re still knocking on the door.
My brother’s voice flows through the wood. “You miss me?”
“Tell him to fuck off,” she breathes.
I could.
I want to.
But I want her like this. I want her on the edge. I want her aching for me.
I shake my head. “We should go.” I bring my hand to my lips. Suck the taste of her from my thumb.
Her gaze goes to my crotch. “You want to go?”
“I want to make you wait.”
“But you…” Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “You do?”
I nod.
“Why?”
“It turns me on.”
“But you’re already—”
“It’s better when you draw it out.”
“Okay.” Her eyes find mine. “Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent.”
“What if I demand you fuck me?”
“I’m not gonna deny you.”
She presses her lips together, assessing her options. Finally, she nods an okay. “I’ll get the door. You should—” she nods to the bathroom.
“Wipe the taste of your cunt from my lips?”
“Say one more thing like that and I will fuck you in front of Dean.”
“Good to know.” It’s a tempting offer.
She adjusts her dress and checks her reflection—perfect, as always.
I move into the bathroom. Wash my hands and face. Ask myself if I’m fucking crazy for making her wait.
We could ditch this stupid dinner.
Stay in and fuck like rabbits instead.
I could be inside her.
But the thought of her fighting her arousal as she laughs with Dean—
Fuck. Thinking about this shit isn’t the way to get my cock to cool it.
She is laughing at something Dean’s saying.
And he’s chuckling in that shit-stirring way of his.
I wipe my hands and face. Move into the main room.
Dean nods to Leighton. “Damn. He cleans up nice.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She motions come here. When I do, she brings her hands to my tie. Adjusts the knot. “You look amazing.”
“You look sexy as fuck.”
“Thank you.” She rises to her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. “Shoes.”
They’re sitting by the dresser. I take three steps backward, bend to pick them up.
She smiles. “I can do that.”
“But I can look up your dress if I do it.” I motion to the bed.
She takes a seat.
I drop to my knees between her legs.
“This is familiar.” Her gaze flits to Dean then it’s on me. “What would you do if I jumped you now?”
“Now?” My fingers skim her ankle as I slide her right shoe onto her foot and secure the clasp. “Let him watch.”
“Hmm.” She chews on her bottom lip as she considers it.
My cock whines for attention.
I ignore it as I slide her other shoe on and secure the clasp.
She leans down and offers me her hands.
I take them, let her help me
up.
Dean laughs. “You’re a disgustingly cute couple.” Earnesty drips into his voice.
It’s weird.
Leighton stands. Smooths her dress. Slides her arm around my waist. “Thank you.”
“You guys eat?” He laughs. “Besides—I’m not even gonna make that joke.”
“You’re growing up.” She laughs. “Wait. Why would we eat?”
“Dinner was family only. We’re invited for dessert and cocktails,” he says. “You didn’t know?”
I shake my head. “Let’s stop somewhere first.”
“No. It’s fine. I want to get back to the room as soon as possible.” She slides her hand under my jacket. Rests her palm on my side.
Dean chuckles. “He’s that merciless?”
She shrugs, playing coy, but it’s written all over her face. She needs me inside her.
My heartbeat slows as we make our way down the hall.
The elevator is crowded with a mix of people in swimsuits and casual clothes. We stick out like sore thumbs.
Hawaii is the land of laid back attire. Nobody wears suits or fuck me, I’m a spy cocktail dresses.
A tall woman eyes us curiously. I guess it’s strange, two guys accompanying one girl. Especially when the girl is somehow satisfied and wanting at the same time.
I intertwine my fingers with Leighton’s as the elevator doors slide open.
We wait for the families and couples to pour onto the concrete. I motion after you to Dean. Then I lead Leighton through the hallway.
The restaurant is here. At the hotel.
It’s right there. On our left.
The chatter of conversation fills the air as Dean pulls the door open.
His eyes meet mine. He raises a brow. You okay?
I nod, but, honestly, I don’t fucking know.
One way or another, tonight is the beginning of the end.
Chapter 41
Ryan
There are a hundred people crammed into a space meant for two dozen. It’s Penny’s party on steroids. Twice the guys in suits. Twice the Dockers-wearing crew. Twice the expectations.
Leighton’s fingers curl into my side. Even with my suit jacket and my shirt in the way, her touch is hard.
The easiness of the day is gone.
She shakes off the furrow in her brow. Presses her lips into a perfect smile.
But it doesn’t fool me.
She doesn’t want to be here.
Her gaze moves over the room. The restaurant is all open space at the moment. It curves around a man-made lake. A mesh fence keeps out bugs and birds. It does nothing to block the sunset.
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