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Gage stands and picks up his wine glass, taking a drink and carrying it toward the stairs.
“Gage. What are you doing?”
He glances at me over his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Like hell he doesn’t. I scoff, adjust my dress, and storm after him. There’s no fucking way he’s leaving me this spun up.
He’s already at the top of the stairs when I reach the bottom, heading for his room. I scowl at his back and take the steps two at a time, not caring that I’m out of breath when I reach the top. I stride into his room, pushing the door open and scowling at him where he sits on the four poster bed, wine glass on the table beside him.
“Are you serious?”
He yawns the fakest yawn in all existence, grinning like the devil. “I’m exhausted.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods. “I think I might lie down.”
He wants to play this game? Fine. I can do it too. “You go ahead. I have a date with my vibrator.” I turn and only make it two steps before his arms band around my waist. He picks me up and hauls me back into the room. “Thought you wanted to sleep.”
“Changed my mind,” he says, tossing me onto the bed.
I get to my knees. “I think I changed my mind.”
“Oh yeah?” He pulls off his shirt with one hand and my throat goes completely dry. Fuck me, that body. Hard, sculpted like a Greek statue, and all mine. Gage smiles to himself as he shucks his pants and boxers off.
“Holy shit,” I say, swallowing hard. Gage’s dick is big, not big enough to hurt, but big enough to push me to my limits. Girthy, longer than average, and absolutely rock hard.
He palms it. “Close your mouth, baby.”
I lift my gaze to meet his. “You’re not forgiven yet.”
“Hmm, what can we do about that?” He crawls onto the bed, joining me on my knees in the middle of the bed until we’re mere inches apart. His fingers brush over my hips.
“Oh no you don’t.” My hands find his chest, and I push. He’s strong enough to resist, but he falls onto his back like a man who knows what’s good for him. “You had your turn but you wanted to tease me.”
He straightens out his legs, and I straddle him, crawling up his body until my pussy is right above his face. He’s never looked happier. Cheeky fucker.
I lower myself almost all the way, but pause, lifting an eyebrow.
With a nod of understanding, Gage puts his face right where it needs to be. I grab on to one of the posters as his tongue slips inside me, thick and hot. His hands glide over my legs as he works at a painstakingly slow pace. Again.
Time to stop fucking around. When his tongue slides out, I sit fully on his face, my free hand grasping his hair. “Now you’re going to be a good boy and let me fuck your face.”
His fingers grasp my hips and he drags me over his tongue, humming low and deep against me. I gasp and move with him, thighs encasing his head as I chase my release. It builds, a shock of pleasure zapping up my spine, and I moan, more than ready to come. Gage redoubles his efforts. Finally, he’s giving me what I want.
Beneath me, he shifts, and the world flips over. My back slams into the cushions and his mouth tears away from my body.
“Gage,” I full on whine. “Why?”
“You’re not ready yet,” he tells me, climbing off the bed.
“I swear to god if you leave this room–”
The man walks out. I’m left watching the doorway, waiting for him to come back, but he doesn’t. I’ll kill him.
Catapulting myself off his bed, I practically run to the hallway. A soft rustling comes from my room. What the hell is he doing? I’m in the room in an instant. The comforter is off my bed, and Gage is pulling out my vibrator from the table beside it, side eyeing me.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn, expecting him to toss it in the trash.
