And our kid would be three years old now.
That’s ancient history, though. The good news is that we’re getting a second chance, and when Victoria sees me, she hands the baby back to Juliet and immediately comes over to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips firmly to mine.
“Hey.” I smile down at her. “What was that for?”
“I need you,” she whispers against my ear. “How would you feel about skipping dinner and going back to your place for…dessert?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I rumble. “Let me just say goodbye, and we can get out of here.”
She had Ivy drop her off so we could leave together and the plan was for me to take her home after dinner. Instead, we’re going back to my place. The second we’re in my room, she’s all over me. Kissing and touching, her luscious body pressed to mine. Then, before I realize what’s happening, she drops to her knees.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Yes.” I let out a raspy growl. Just because I’m always concerned for her comfort, I lean toward the bed and grab one of the throw pillows I never use for anything, but Chloe insisted they were necessary. “Lift up,” I whisper, dropping the pillow in front of me.
She smiles as she adjusts her position so her knees are on the pillow and then her hands are at my waist band, unfastening my pants and pulling them down my thighs along with my boxers.
I don’t move as I watch.
Her lips are slightly parted, as if she’s starving for my cock, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Her cheeks seem flushed with excitement, and her eyes glitter as she closes one hand around my erection.
“Yum,” she whispers, leaning forward and using the tip of her tongue to lick a trail up the bottom of my shaft and then along the top. Her mouth is warm against the sensitive skin, and she teases me by keeping her touch light. She presses soft kisses along one side and then briefly suckles the tip before kissing a path along the bottom.
Her other hand moves up to cup my balls, squeezing a little as she continues this sensual assault, nipping at the skin before sucking one into her mouth.
My eyes roll back and I have to plant my feet to remain steady.
“Fuck, Victoria…” That’s all I can manage to say because she’s gotten masterful at this.
She spits in her palm and then begins stroking me, up and down, in a rhythmic motion that sends tingles down my spine. Rubbing her thumb back and forth over the head has me hissing with pleasure, and then she lifts her eyes to mine as she sucks me deep.
“Christ!” I grunt with satisfaction.
This feels so damn good. My knees are getting a little shaky and all I can focus on is the pleasure rippling over me. Watching her head bobbing against my groin is so fucking hot, I can’t help but dig my fingers into her hair. “That’s it, baby—just like that.”
She picks up a little speed, taking me deeper each time she sucks, and my hips start to move of their own volition.
A stream of saliva dangles from her mouth when she momentarily pops free, and she looks up at me.
“Fuck my mouth, Jordan—I want to choke on you.”
Fu-uck.
Her eyes are blazing with heat, mouth open and ready.
So, I do just as she asks, pushing into her mouth, firm and deep. Each thrust is harder and surer, I’m so damn close to the promised land. Her eyes close, but she doesn’t resist at all, relaxing her throat as I press against it.
“Fuck, Vic, I’m going to shoot…” I push all the way in and the pleasure I feel races down my spine and out, spilling down her throat. I pulse a few times, breathing hard, and slowly pull out.
When I look down, I’ve never seen a more satisfied look on a woman’s face.
Like she knows exactly whom I belong to—and how good she made me feel.
And now I get to return the favor.
“On the bed,” I growl, releasing her hair.
She lifts slowly, almost lazily, eyes never leaving mine as she pulls her shirt over her head.
Her bra is pink, lacy, and completely sheer, so I can see how hard her nipples are.
