His grin was wicked. “Answer the phone, baby.” He leaned in and nipped at my jaw. “And I’ll let you come.”
This man had turned my insides to mush and scrambled my brain. It was the only explanation I had as to why I picked up the damn receiver.
“T-this is Kate.” The last part of my name came out high and pitchy because Tristan chose that moment to bury his head between my legs again. Only this time, there was nothing slow and leisurely about his movements.
He licked and sucked with purpose.
“Katherine.” Mr. Livingston’s voice filtered through the line. “Would you mind putting Tristan on the phone?”
I could hardly breathe let alone concentrate on what he said.
“Katherine?”
I must’ve been quiet for too long.
“Uh…he…uh” It was difficult to keep my tone even. “He…”
The man in question shook his head and doubled his efforts between my legs. Again, I tried to squeeze my thighs together. Instead of a slap against the thigh, he freaking sank his teeth into my sensitive skin.
There was no stopping the yelp that left my mouth.
“Katherine? Is everything all right?” I couldn’t be sure if Mr. Livingston sounded concerned or suspicious.
“Y-yes, Mr. Livingstone. I apologize.” It was impossible to keep my voice even. “Tristan’s…ah…” Another finger joined the first two. “He’s unavailable right now.”
Too busy feasting between my legs.
“I see,” Mr. Livingston hummed. “I have an important matter I need to discuss with him. Have him call me. It’s urgent.”
The line went dead and not a second too soon. With a flick of his wrist and swirl of his tongue, Tristan shoved me over the edge. White spots lined my vision as I threw my head back and cried out.
This orgasm was unlike anything I’d experienced before. My entire body shook with the magnitude of it. So much so, I burst out laughing. Not a soft, sexy giggle either. Oh no, this was full-on, mouth open, belly shaking laughter.
In the back of my mind, the weirdness of it registered. I mean, I just had what could easily be described as the best orgasm of my life, and here I was laughing like a freaking maniac.
Even worse, I couldn’t stop.
“That good, huh?”
Sometime during my crazy fit of laughter, Tristan had straightened from between my legs. Eyes shining bright and his lips curved into a smug grin, he stared at me.
The last of my laughter finally died as I pushed onto my elbows and tried to glare at him. Try because there was nothing menacing about my post orgasm haze.
“You’re an asshole,” I said with zero bite in my tone.
His grin spread wider. “Maybe.” Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over my bottom lip. “But you fucking loved it.”
I did.
I so did.
And maybe, just maybe, I loved him too.
Chapter thirty-five
Kate
Not sleeping and not fully awake, I found myself in that blissful state where you knew you were dreaming.
