Page 141 of The Bitter Words

I place a bottle of water on the nightstand, turn out the lights, and go make up the couch to sleep on.

As I’m walking past the table to shut down the place, my hip bumps it and her purse drops to the floor. The contents spill out.

I kneel and start putting the items back inside. The silver compact came apart when it hit the ground.

There’s a small, clear, travel-size baggie made to carry individual pills with white powder in it, two blue tablets of some kind of drug, and two capsules with something white in them lying next to it.

“Jesus, Livianna. Are you trying to kill yourself?” I pick up the items and flush them down the toilet.

She might be pissed off about it in the morning, and I’m not sure it’s wise to discard drugs that way, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m not getting busted with them and I’m not leaving them for her to consume.

Once everything is taken care of, I strip down into nothing but my boxer briefs and wrap myself up in an extra blanket I found in the closet. I drift to sleep within minutes.

Something brushes across my lips. I run my tongue along them, only to be met with something soft and moist. I open my eyes.

Livianna smiles and kisses me again. Disoriented, I let it happen. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and purrs. My heart pounds and my dick grows.

I should stop this from happening. Before I have the chance, she slips between me and the covers and climbs on top of me. Her breathing is ragged as she slides up and down me.

I break away. “Livianna, we shouldn’t do this.”

“Why? We both want it. Why else would you have brought me to your suite?” She twists her hips to entice me and it works.

I flip her over and pin her wrist above her head. “Is this what you want? Me to take you because I can’t stand not being inside you any longer?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Don’t go easy on me, Jax.”

“I didn’t plan to.” I take her mouth in a possessive claim as I knead her perfect breasts with my free hand.

She writhes beneath me, arching her back and pushinginto me. I combust into white-hot passion, wanting her every way I can imagine. I grind into her and give myself some friction.

She places her palms on my chest and pushes me up. “Jax, I want you.”

I release my grip and trail kisses down her throat and to her breasts. I twirl my tongue around her nipple. It steeples and I smile.

“Do you like that, Livianna?”

“Yes, but I want your mouth lower.”

“Done. I want nothing more than to taste you.”

“Take anything you want from me.” She thrusts her hips. “I want to come on your face.”

“You will. Then you’ll take my cock down your throat and like it.”

She reaches between my legs and strokes me off. Her grip is perfect and my cock throbs like it’s begging to be buried inside her sweet pussy. I’ll get there in a minute, but this feels too good to stop.

“Livianna…” I groan. “Go faster.”

My core tightens and my balls pull up. I can’t believe I’m about ready to come and all she’s done is give me a hand job. I lower my fingers between her thighs and find her nice and wet.

“Fuck, firecracker. I need to be inside you.”

“Jax, we?—”

“We, nothing. You’ve been begging for this since that day on the beach and now you’re going to get exactly what I give you.”

She presses her head into the pillow and squeezes her eyes shut. “Keep rubbing me like that. It’s perfect.”