Page 108 of The Revenge Mishap


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I don’t do it. But the fact that I want to scares me.

I need to get this back on track.

I break eye contact and focus on the task at hand. Literally.

The first touch of my mouth to his cock makes Leo’s whole body jerk.

“Jesus—”

“Just Archie, actually. Easy mistake,” I say before I give his cockhead another teasing lick.

“Will you stop—ah—stop making jokes while you’re?—”

“Never.” I pull back to grin up at him. “Consider it multitasking.”

His hand finds my hair again, tugging gently. “Less talking. More…”

“More what? Use your words, Leo.”

The look he gives me is pure murder. But he’s also panting, flushed, completely at my mercy.

I take pity on him. Or maybe I just can’t wait any longer myself.

I get back to work. And it is the good kind of work, the kind where I’m entirely focused on making Leo Brennan fall apart. I love having him in my mouth, learning what makes him groan, what makes his hips stutter, what makes his fingers tighten in my hair until it almost hurts.

But at some point, without deciding to, I wrapped my free hand around his thigh. Not for balance or leverage. I’m just holding on to him, my thumb tracing affectionate circles on his skin, and I don’t know when I started doing that or what it means that I can’t seem to stop.

“Archie—” His voice is wrecked. “I’m going to?—”

I pull off just before he tips over the edge.

The sound he makes is deeply satisfying.

“What— Why did you?—”

“Sparkle says not yet,” I tell him sweetly.

His eyes fly open. “You’re evil.”

“I’m educational. Delayed gratification builds character.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“After. Right now, you’re going to be patient.”

So I switch to my hand. Light. Teasing. Just enough contact to keep him on the edge without letting him fall over it.

His hips try to push forward. I press them back against the wall with my free hand.

“Stay,” I tell him.

“I’m not a dog, Archie.”

“And yet you respond so well to commands.” I twist my wrist in a way that makes his breath catch. “Good boy.”

“Don’t you dare?—”

I do it again. His head hits the wall with a thud.