Gage tapped a nipple first, and Kayla yelped. He grinned. “I’ve barely started, baby.”
She held her tongue as he repeated the action on her other nipple.
He reached in for more and spread it around both stiff buds until little peaks of sticky cream highlighted her rosy tips. Shocking her, he spread a generous portion onto her entire breast until she was covered with mounds of white, hardly any of her skin showing.
And then the man leaned down and proceeded to lick every speck of the marshmallow off her tits. He intentionally lifted onto his knees so that no part of him touched her pussy, which drove her crazy.
By the time he leaned back and licked his lips, Kayla was writhing with need. Her nipples were sensitive normally, but that much activity was beyond anything he’d ever done.
And then he grabbed the jar of fluff and held her gaze while he scooped out another large glob. He kept staring at her as he dipped his hand to her pussy and spread the cream all around her clit and lower lips.
Kayla moaned. There was no stopping her mouth from emitting sounds.
Gage smiled broadly and then lowered himself between her legs. He held her thighs with both hands and licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking his tongue over her clit.
“Oh my God. Gage.” She fisted her hands and tugged on her wrists, but there was no way to move more than an inch in any direction.
“Yes, baby?” He lifted his face, a coy look of confusion hovering in his blinking eyes.
She stared daggers at him, but she doubted it came off that way. Her eyes were glazed, and she was torn between begging him to stop and begging him to continue.
He dipped low again and repeated the action. And then he sucked in earnest, feasting on every inch of her pussy. He even nipped at her clit and then held it between his teeth. When she stiffened, so close to coming she could think of nothing else, he stopped. “Not yet, baby.”
Kayla moaned and rolled her head to one side. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull her legs in, but they wouldn’t budge.
Gage wiggled so much between her legs that she twisted her head to see him. She watched as he tugged his jeans over his hips and shrugged out of them. Now gloriously naked, his cock bobbed in front of him, and he watched her face as he took the length in one hand and stroked himself. His breathing was erratic, much how she imagined hers was.
Suddenly he dipped one hand between her legs and thrust a finger into her pussy while he continued to work his cock with is other hand. “Oh, baby. So wet for me. I’m so in awe of your strength.”
My strength? What was he smoking? She was two seconds from spontaneously combusting and he wanted to point out her strength?
He smirked. “I love that look of shock on your face when I confuse you.” He rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumb as she licked her lips, trying to concentrate on his words. “It took courage to let me restrain you like this, and you’ve gone above and beyond. You’re so aroused, you could come with just a word. Right, baby?” He pulled his finger out to emphasize his point.
She swallowed. “Please, Gage. Oh God. I need you so bad. Don’t leave me like this any longer.”
He released his cock and leaned over her, planting both hands beside her shoulders and kissing her lips. “Since you asked so nicely, and since I can’t stand another moment outside of you.” And then he plunged into her, his lips brushing over hers as he did.
Kayla couldn’t stop the tidal wave of sensation as he thrust in and out, not pausing to take her pulse. He took and he gave in equal measure, holding her gaze and communicating his love for her with his face alone.
“Come, baby. Come with me.”
She shattered. Her pussy pulsed around his cock in rhythm with his own orgasm. She recognized every nuance of the way he came deep inside her. The way he held his mouth, slightly open. The way his arms stiffened at her sides. It took effort to watch him come while she herself was engrossed in her own orgasm, but she forced herself to witness his release.
It was a thing of beauty. And she never wanted the image to fade.
Luckily she would never have to.
When they were both spent, Gage leaned over her, his cock still lodged inside her where she preferred he stay. He ripped the Velcro from her wrists one at a time and then slumped onto her chest, holding himself up enough to keep from crushing her. He rained kisses along her neck, her throat, her face. And then he met her mouth and consumed her with a kiss that curled her toes.
When neither of them could breathe, he pulled back only enough for them to gasp for oxygen. “Happy birthday, Kayla,” he repeated a third time. He kissed her nose then and set his forehead on hers.
“Can tomorrow be my birthday too?”
“If you’d like.” He chuckled, his deep rumbles shaking her frame.
“I think I’m gonna like celebrating birthdays with you.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“You do realize you’ve set a precedent, and it will be hard to top it each year.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Half an hour later, Gage had cleaned her up with a damp cloth and removed the binding from her ankles. He crawled over her body and snuggled up behind her to hold her back to his front.
She’d never felt so totally worshiped.
He nibbled around her ear. “I guess restraints are now on the yes column.”
“Absolutely,” she admitted.
Her eyes were heavy as she stared at the array of flickering candles still burning around them.
And then a faint whimper broke the silence.
Kayla grinned and popped into a sitting position. She twisted around to face Gage, suddenly forgetting how replete and sated she’d been two seconds ago.
“Would I be a bad mom and ruin our puppy if I took him out of his cage and played with him for a while?”
Gage laughed, his entire body shuddering with his amusement. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her head down to kiss her lips. “Go get him, baby. I know you won’t be able to sleep until you do. But I’m warning you, if Jove pees in my bed…”
She wiggled free of the blankets, not bothering to listen to the rest of his sentence. She didn’t need to hear what he was going to say because she knew Gage. Even if that puppy did pee in the bed, he would roll his eyes and give Kayla whatever her heart desired. That’s the kind of man he was. And she was damn lucky he’d fallen in love with her. She paused at the door and turned back. “We should take him to see your dad Sunday.”
Gage smiled. “I’m sure he’d like that.” They had moved Jed to a rehab center two weeks before. He was alert more and more often. He didn’t speak yet, but it was clear he understood what was being said around him and managed to smile on occasion. Aletha firmly believed meeting Kayla and finding out Gage had a woman he was in love with gave Jed a reason to try. Kayla wasn’t sure how all that worked, but she did know when they brought Thor to visit, Jed perked up even more.
Kayla jogged down the hall toward her new little bundle of energy.
She had every intention of bringing that sweet puppy into their bed. She just hoped Thor adored the puppy as much as she did and he didn’t feel threatened. He’d earned his spot in the bed. She wasn’t about to kick Thor out. There was room for one more, wasn’t there?
Life was about to get very interesting.
Gage Holland was hers in every way. And she was one lucky woman.
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Prologue
Sabrina could not tolerate another minute of the intense scrutiny coming from across the room. She glanced up from her uneaten slice of pizza to verify that Professor Bascott was indeed still glaring at her. His expression was hard, his brow furrowed as though he was aggravated.
A chill raced up her spine, not for the first time.
Why was the infuriating man staring at her?
She shivered and squirmed in her seat, narrowing her gaze at Dr. Bascott. Something was different about the way he watched her today, his expression
more intense than she remembered. If she didn’t know better, she would swear he looked like he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her in the middle of the restaurant.
No way.
She shook the feeling from her mind and glanced at her friends.
Her friend Dana continued to yap about some sort of office gossip that meant nothing to Sabrina. Thank God Dana had a willing audience in their other two girlfriends at the table, because Sabrina had done little for the last half hour but monitor the gaze stabbing her from several tables away.
Dr. Bascott had been the bane of her existence for the entire spring semester. The man was unbelievably sexy with fantastic dark hair—shaved very short on the sides and left longer on top—and stunning blue eyes that could nail a woman to the wall and leave her speechless. He was fine to look at all right. Better than fine. He was built, his enormous chest bulging beneath every shirt he wore, and his ass a drool-worthy specimen half the student population ogled without apology—the female half. Or, truth be told, probably some of the male half also.
One literature class. That was all she’d taken at the university. It had been over for two months. She’d finally managed to get Dr. Bascott out of her head—sort of. And here he was at King Pizza, a favorite restaurant and bar among everyone she’d ever met.
Fuck.
Another glance.
Still he stared. Or glared. She couldn’t decide which.
And she wasn’t certain his look wasn’t one of lust instead of aggravation.
Dr. Bascott also sat at a table of friends, most of whom looked like they must go to the same gym as him—or take the same steroids at least. All of whom appeared considerably younger.
She hated how badly she lusted after him. She’d hated it all semester. And she still hated it, sitting in her chair squirming against the pulsing of her pussy and the tightness of breasts that suddenly felt too large for her bra.
The problem was the man was a first-class asshole. He’d done little more than grunt at her like she had the plague for the entire semester. And by the looks of things, he didn’t think any more highly of her now than he had then. Right?
Nothing she wrote pleased him. Nothing she said in class pleased him. Hell, she couldn’t even please him with correct multiple choice answers.
She cleared her throat and pushed back from the table. “Bathroom. Be right back.” She took a deep breath as she walked from the room to the side hall, holding her head high and trying not to trip and fall.
She didn’t exhale until she sequestered herself in the blessedly individual restroom and leaned against the door. She bent forward and set her hands on her knees, as though hyperventilating. She didn’t need to pee. She needed to regroup, grow a spine, or at least get the hell out of Dodge so she could resume another two months of waking up panting over that damned exasperating man.
She moaned. That’s what was going to happen. Seeing him in her favorite pizza joint had not only ruined her taste for the food there, but also set her back in time.
Unfortunately, she had forgotten to lock the door. It hadn’t been the first thing on her mind, especially since she had no intention of using the toilet. She jolted forward as someone opened the door, pushing hard as though it was stuck. Not shocking.
Sabrina righted herself and grabbed for the handle, shocked to find a huge male body in her way, not a woman.
She gasped as Dr. Bascott pushed the door closed and filled her space, stepping around her, turning her, and pinning her against the door. He stared at her hard for several seconds, his brow still furrowed.
And then he smiled.
Sabrina was unable to utter a single sound. That’s how shocked she was.
Stunning her further, he set his hands on her shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers. He didn’t hesitate. He met her lips at a slight angle and kissed her. He wasn’t slow and gentle about it either. More like a starving man who had waited all evening for a taste, and finally getting his opportunity, ravaged her.
Sabrina melted into the door. Dr. Bascott could kiss. Holy shit.
She grabbed onto his biceps, forgetting entirely how pissed she had been two seconds ago with this very man. All thought fled her brain as his tongue slid between her lips, demanding entrance.
She freely gave him what he wanted, opening her mouth and letting him devour her.
He kissed with a high level of urgency, as though the world would self-destruct in a few minutes and they needed to hurry. And then he pressed into her, his hands wandering down from her shoulders to her waist. Without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and broke the kiss to tug it over her head. He set it on the vanity next to her and met her gaze.
Sabrina hadn’t breathed since he’d entered the room. She licked her lips, but then he was on her again, this time cupping her breasts while he tasted her mouth.
She moaned, and Dr. Bascott swallowed her sound. She could have sworn he smiled against her lips. Her breasts swelled as he squeezed them in his palms. When his thumbs tugged the cups of her bra down to flick over her nipples, she bucked into him.
The only word she could think was more.
After burning for this man for so many months, she needed him like she needed her next breath. Even if she was dreaming, she didn’t care. It was worth it. For a moment she considered that perhaps she had fallen and hit her head and this was where her mind took her while she lay unconscious on the floor.
Totally worth it.
Her nipples continued to harden under his touch as he pinched them between his thumbs and pointers. And then his hands were gone, and she moaned again, hating the loss of his touch against her breasts.
But only for a second, because suddenly his huge fingers were at her jeans, popping the button and lowering the zipper. His lips trailed from her swollen mouth to nibble a path to her ear. “Stand still,” he whispered. “Patience.”
She hadn’t realized she was squirming, wanting her jeans to disappear faster, needing his cock inside her.
Insanity.
She didn’t give a fuck.
Insanity won.
She pressed her hips forward when his thigh landed between her legs, rubbing her pussy against him, burning with arousal.
Dr. Bascott set his teeth on the skin behind her ear and bit down, just enough to get her attention. “Stop.”
She froze. Stop what?
He leaned back and met her gaze, his hands on the opening of her jeans. His face was fierce with concentration, his brow furrowed as he reprimanded her. “If you want this… If you want my cock inside you, you’ll stop wiggling.”
She held herself rigid; her nipples, pressing out of her bra awkwardly, pulsed with the need for more contact. Her pussy flooded at his demand. If she didn’t know better, she would swear he was a Dom. But that was so unrealistic…
She had to be dreaming. Only in her dreams would her perfect man also happen to be a Dom. Real life was never that kind.
She nodded, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.
Without dropping his gaze, Dr. Bascott lowered her jeans, tugging them over her hips until he had to squat to pull them off her feet. She stepped out of her flip-flops to help the process, and when he smoothed his hands back up her body from her calves to her thighs, she shivered.
He lifted his face to meet her gaze as he pulled her panties down next. Her cheeks burned as she watched him stuff her panties in his back pocket. She was essentially naked in front of him. And he was fully clothed.
And then his mouth was on hers again, her hands were lifted in the air above her head, and his thigh was between her legs, forcing them wider.
The instant her soaking pussy and aching clit hit the denim of his jeans, she rose on her tiptoes and moaned louder into his mouth.
Dr. Bascott pulled her lower lip between his teeth and nipped her enough to remind her of her role. Stand still. He didn’t need to repeat the command.
The need was unbearable, but he didn’t make her wait long. Shiftin
g both her wrists to one hand, he used the other to pop his own fly and shimmy the jeans down enough to release his cock.
She could see nothing with his tongue dancing against hers, but she felt his cock bob against her belly as he pulled something from his back pocket. Undoubtedly a condom.
At least he had the sense to use one. In fact, with one free hand, he managed to open the wrapper and push the rubber down his cock, never breaking the kiss.
The air whooshed from her lungs when both his hands reached under her arms to lift her off the ground. She’d read about such a possibility in books, but never considered fucking someone against the wall as a feasible reality.
She’d been wrong. Dr. Bascott was tall and lean and muscular. It was clear he expended no effort hoisting her off the ground and forcing her to hover above his cock.
“Please,” she mumbled. She was so wet and needy. She wasn’t above begging.
“Ask for it.”
“Please, Sir. I need your cock inside me.” She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. She flinched when she realized she’d called him Sir.
He made no indication he noticed. “That’s my girl.” As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust into her, lowering her body at the same time he bucked forward to bring his cock into her to the hilt.
Sabrina inhaled sharply. So full. God, his cock was huge. And he knew how to use it. If only he would move…
No one had ever fucked her like this. No one had ever entered her without preparing her pussy first. Hell, no one had ever taken her at all before she’d dated them for at least a month.
This wasn’t a man she was dating. He wasn’t someone she even liked five minutes ago. And now his cock was buried in her, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to pick up the pace. So badly she almost missed the look on his face that attested to his lack of control.
The always stoic Dr. Bascott was closer to orgasm than he would like.
Just as quickly as he’d entered her, he lifted her up and let his cock slide out about halfway before thrusting back home.
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