The moment we get into his penthouse, we work as a team to get her bottle ready and her changed for bed. While Walker feeds her and rocks her to sleep in his room, I walk into the kitchen to find something to eat.
I have a sweet tooth that’s calling. After several minutes of rummaging the pantry for cookies, chocolate—anything—I come up short. This man needs to get some sugar in here.
The only thing I find are maraschino cherries in his fridge. I prop myself up on the island and pop the jar open. If it wasn’t weird, I swear I’d drink the juice out of the jar.
I don’t hear him walk out of the room. His presence startles me when I see a shadow creep up next to me.
“Ahh!” I jump, and cherry juice hits my chest and runs down my shirt. “You scared the crap out of me.”
A lazy smirk appears on his face. “What are you doing over here?”
He stands directly in front of me, in between my dangling legs. The warmth of his hands on my knees spark an immediate fire low in my belly.
“I was eating the only sweet thing you had in this place,” I say as I chew the rest of my cherry. “But now I’m covered in sticky cherry juice, thanks to you.”
His eyes are dark and thoughtful as they take in the mess running down my chest. His right hand ascends to my inner thigh.
“I can think of another sweet thing in my house,” his deep voice replies as his fingers graze over my pussy through my jean shorts. “And it’s a hell of a lot tastier than those cherries.”
“I’m all sticky and gross,” I breathe as I glance down at my white shirt, now covered in red juice.
He reaches for the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. “There,” he says, “that’s better. I can help clean you up.”
His tongue glides across my chest, lapping up a section of it like it’s his favorite dessert. He hums his approval, then moves to the center of my chest. His tongue goes between my cleavage and licks all the way up to my neck, where he bites down with his teeth.
“Tastes so sweet,” he whispers.
My body is trembling with excitement.
“But,” he continues as he descends down my stomach, “there’s one spot that is sweeter.”
He unbuttons my shorts, and I lift my ass off of the counter to help him shimmy them down, along with my panties. Then he places one of my feet up on the counter so I’m open and exposed to him.
His warm breath hits my clit and sends waves of anticipation down my spine. My jaw hangs low as I wait eagerly for the first swipe of his tongue, but he just hovers above me.
“One last thing,” he says in a commanding voice. “Just remember that no one will eat this pussy like me. Especially not Sawyer.”
Then he winks and gives me exactly what I want, his tongue from my ass all the way up to my clit. I know that’s his admission that he was jealous and it makes me smile and nearly cry at how good it feels to be worshipped by him.
He pushes my leg up to my chest, giving him better access to me—allof me. Then he starts swirling his tongue around my back entrance, and I gasp.
I love the look in his eyes as he does it. It’s a sinister one that tells me he knows that I like it.
He then replaces his tongue with his finger and moves his mouth back to my clit, where he does exactly what I like—sucking on it, followed by fast flicks. I am like a wild animal as I thrash around the counter, clutching at his hair, as if that’s going to do anything but suffocate the guy.
But I can’t help it. This is what he does to me. He owns every single piece of me like nobody has ever done before.
I come all over his face on a high that I’m not sure I’ll ever come down from.
When he pulls up and I see my wetness all over his face, my pussy clenches with pleasure. He doesn’t even wipe it off. He goes straight to his pants, where he unbuckles his jeans and pulls out his cock.
I try to contain the tsunami of emotions that floods inside me, but it’s no use. I’m gone for this man, and there’s no coming back.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Walker
Iwake up feeling unsettled. Something isn’t right, though I can’t name it. Sunlight streams through the window, painting my room in soft gold, but unease clings to me, heavy and insistent. Then it dawns on me. I jolt out of bed when I realize Eli never woke me up, but she’s not in her bassinet.
