Page 64 of Ruthless Enforcer

When I look back up at him, he's watching me with an expression that's equal parts possessive and reverent.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, withdrawing his hand and bringing his fingers to his mouth again. He sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. "I have a feeling you’re going to become my favorite thing to eat.”

I glance at his erection, still hidden by the towel.

He laughs softly, bending over me to kiss me. “Don’t worry, Duchess,” he whispers against my lips. “You’ll get your turn.”

54

GABRIEL

I’m fucked.

Completely, spectacularly fucked.

Because I just watched my wife fall apart for me for the first time, and instead of taking the edge off, it made everything worse.

I want more.

More of those sounds. More of the way she said my name. More of that stunned look in her eyes when she realized how good it could be with someone—with me.

That part matters far more than it fucking should.

Clara is still trembling beneath me, flushed and beautiful and looking at me with absolute trust, and I know exactly what I want to do next.

I push her thighs up. “Come here, Duchess.”

55

CLARA

His tongue is on me, and I forget how to breathe.

It brushes over my clit, deliberate and unhurried. He circles slowly, then flattens and drags it upward with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. I feel him smile against me before he pulls back and does it again—slower this time, teasing the edges until I'm practically vibrating with need.

Then he's there—right where I want him—kissing and licking and lapping at me.

The pleasure spikes so sharply I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He changes rhythm without warning, switching to quick, light flicks that make my thighs shake, before going back to that slow, deep pressure that makes me feel like I'm dissolving. Every time I think I'm about to come, he eases off just enough to keep me suspended, and I realize he's learning exactly how to unravel me.

My fingers curl in his hair, and he makes a low sound of satisfaction against me.

He pulls back just enough to watch my face and he slides two fingers inside me. “Good?”

I gasp. “Oh my God.”

His low laugh vibrates against me, and his hands hold me firmly in place when instinct makes me try to close my legs. Apparently, Gabriel Reyes is having the time of his life.

So am I. "Oh, Gabriel."

"I know, baby." He curls his fingers with the kind of precision that makes my vision blur. “You need more?”

“Yes.” I never want him to stop.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me taste how badly you want me.” His tongue swipes up my center, focused on just the right spot. “Look at you, falling apart on my tongue. I could keep you here all night.”

The pleasure and the torture of this all night makes me sob. Every coherent thought evaporates except one. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

His eyes lift to mine, wickedly pleased. “Wasn’t planning on it.”