“I like hearing you unravel for me, darling,” I say as I give him another stroke, catching him off guard.
His head falls back as his protruding, angry veins make an appearance, and a single drop of perspiration glides down. “Fuck, Kaeli,” he groans.
I lean forward and lick that sparkling drop of sweat as a tangy taste explodes in my mouth, making me moan.
He grabs my hair, glaring down at me as sweat starts beading on his forehead. “That mouth of yours will be the death of me, Kaeli.”
“What else did you think I am?” I snicker.
“My salvation,” he rasps in his husky voice. He lets the words hang in the air, disguised as a playful confession but hiding a truckload of meaning underneath.
My breath stutters at the possibility, but I take his words with a spoonful of salt and regard them as said in the heat of the moment. I am in control of his pleasure after all.
Ignoring the words, I continue to jerk him off, his hips bucking as he reaches closer to his climax.
“I’m close,” he grunts, egging me on to keep moving.
My thighs clench around him, seeking friction to sweeten the ache in my own pussy as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter at his pleasure.
Soon, he’s unloading all over my clothes and hands with a roar. Bringing my hand closer to my mouth, I lock my eyes with him, and stick my tongue out, swiping drops of his cum and moaning at the salty, musky taste that is so him.
The blue of his eyes dilutes to pitch black, his hungry eyes loving what he sees. He smashes his lips to mine and tastes himself on my tongue.
When he rests his forehead against mine,catching his breath, my hands roam the length of his muscled back, and that’s when I notice that he’s naked while I’m still fully clothed, and that fills me with a prideful sort of power.
Venturing south, I squeeze the globes of his perfect ass. “Mmm…squishy,” I quip.
He coughs out a surprised laugh, my own giggles joining him.
He pulls back. “Want to cross off having sex on the kitchen counter?” he asks, giving me a lopsided smile.
I arch an eyebrow at him, “Is that even a question?”
He bops my nose. “I knew you’d fit me just right.”
Later, he proceeds to take off my clothes, more like avenging his by ripping mine, and fucks me as we make a mess of the counter, our sinful voices echoing in the silent penthouse, as the smell of sex lingers in the air long after.
This man will be my downfall, that’s for sure.
Thirty Seven
Ezra
The cameras were still rolling when I saw her flinch at Sam’s words.
It was small – barely there – but I caught it. I always did.
“How do you keep things professional when you’re constantly around sweaty, shirtless athletes?” he asked.
I’ll kill him.
That was the first thought, and I instantly turned to Kaeli, my eyes asking for her permission to make him pay. But oneshake of her head was enough to keep me seated.
I knew that Iwouldmake the motherfucker pay for the way he treated her in front of the entire world. How dare he question her character, professionalism, and ethics in that British accent of his that fools people into believing that he’s charming, when all he is is cruel.
So, when Kaeli stands up for herself and storms out of the Boston Repository’s set, I mutter in a low voice, tight with restraint, “What was that?”
He has the audacity to chuckle, clearly thinking he’s being clever. “Relax, Ezra. It was just a little friendly chit-chat, yeah? These women can’t seem to control their emotions. That’s why I believe they should be in their homes instead of trying to run the world.”
