Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I lick her slowly, tasting every fucking part of her.
Then I bring my mouth to her clit. Test her with soft flicks of my tongue. Hard ones.
Slow. Fast. Back and forth. Zigzag.
There. I find the spot she needs me.
I don't tease her.
I pin her to the bench seat and I flick my tongue against her, again and again, harder and harder, until she gasps and tugs at my jacket.
There.
She's exactly where I need her.
So fucking close.
And I need that. I need to savor every bit of her pleasure.
I pin her harder. Push my nails into her flesh.
"Cam." It falls off her lips, equal parts blessing and curse. "Fuck."
I savor the anticipation in her hazel eyes for a moment, then I bring my mouth to her clit, and I lick her exactly how she needs me.
Again and again.
Until she's digging her nails into my skin, groaning my name, coming against my lips.
I lick her through her orgasm.
Then I release her. Stand. Wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "Fuck." Her fingers brush my trousers. "Can I?"
"Not now."
"But—"
"What did I say?"
"You give me what you want to give me." She presses her lips together. "And you don't want to give me that?"
"Not yet."
"So later?"
"Later." I find her dress. Slide her knickers into my pocket. "We're going to be missed."
"Oh. Right. We're uh…" She looks around the booth like she can't remember why we're here. "At the party."
I nod. Offer her my hand.
She takes it. Lets me pull her up. Wraps her arms around me. "I kind of like this."
"Kind of?"
She smiles. "Me naked. You in your suit."
"Me too." I hold up her dress. "But you'll probably want this."
She nods. Lets me help her into it. "My panties?"
"You're not getting them back."
"This is a short dress."
"And I'm going to spend the entire night dreaming about rolling it to your waist."
"Oh. Good."
Fuck, she's adorable. It's wrong how adorable she is.
"You promise you'll fuck me later?"
"No."
Her lip corners turn down. "Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"That's not a reason."
"Take it or leave it."
She pouts, but she still takes my hand.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sienna
Holy shit.
It's the only response I have to the situation, and it's not enough. It doesn't begin to describe the magnitude.
I smooth my dress. Step into the elevator. Push the button for the Penthouse.
My eyes go to Cam.
He's standing there, in the elevator bay, his gorgeous brown eyes wild and contained at once.
"Are you coming?" I lick my lips. They taste like him. Like gin and sugar and Cam.
My new favorite flavor.
Even if it's just this. Or just tonight. Or just the time he's here.
Even if it fucks up everything—
He'll always be the first man who made me come. And I'll always love the taste of gin and sugar and citrus.
Blue Sapphires forever.
"Later." His voice drips with intention. No, he isn't taking the elevator to the room yet. No, he isn't going to fuck me yet.
But later.
Later is such a beautiful word.
"How much later?" Impatience drips into my voice. I don't want to wait. I want more. I'm satisfied, but still, I want more.
How is that possible?
How can I be in two states at once? How can he be wild and contained?
These are opposites. In need and needy. Uncaged and controlled. But they're both true.
Cam smirks. It would be annoying on anyone else. It would have been annoying an hour ago. But now, it screams I know I'm good at making you come and I'm going to do it again.
"As much as I want." He nods as the elevator doors slide together.
And then I'm alone in the tiny space. It's not big enough for the anticipation coursing through me.
Three drinks and I'm still nervous. For more. For later.
For my sister's party.
Fuck, my panties are in his pocket. We might as well scream yeah, we're totally fucking. It's stupid and reckless and perfect.
The car rises. I fix my purse. My hair. My lipstick.
There. I look presentable. And not just fucked. Not that I was fucked. I just—
Ding. The elevator arrives. I turn the corner. Walk the few dozen feet to our room. Pull the key from my bag.
Click, click.
I slip inside.
The same decorations adorn the room. Dick shaped string lights. Teasing balloons. Silly cutouts.
Ty and Indigo sharing cake.
Ian and Eve… totally noticing I rolled in here after a very long absence.
He raises as if to say I know something is going on here. I'll find the details whether you offer them or not, so you may as well save us all some time and offer them.
I shrug.
Eve studies me carefully. She's looking for something, but I'm not sure what it is. And she tries to convey something to me, but I'm not sure what that is either.
She smiles, whispers something in her boyfriend's ear, releases him. "Champagne?" she asks no one in particular. "Room service just dropped it off."