He played with her folds, teasing her, adamant on earning every sigh of pleasure he could. Sweat glistened on his chest and limbs, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. This sensation—the warmth enveloping them, their bodies slicking to each other, their most intimate parts bonding to their mouths…she began to lick him from root to tip, while stroking him up and down, her lips in tandem with her sensual caress.
He flicked her clit, circling his finger, tugging at it. It pulsed and swelled, and he outlined her cunt with his tongue, working her clit harder, only to then bury his head into her hot wetness. She squirmed, bucking her hips to give him more access, and he grabbed her ass, adjusting her position for the deepest French kiss he could give her pussy.
She found his balls and cupped them. God. He nearly fainted, certain all his oxygen had abandoned his brain and fled south. She let out a hhhmmmm, showing him just how much she enjoyed sucking him, driving him insane.
The overstimulation tightened his muscles, tension straightening his shoulders like strings from a violin.
Addicted to her feminine scent, to the pearly cream dripping from her folds, he licked her, his nose pressing into her pussy. All of him wanted a way inside her, his cock achy and erect.
She took his balls in her mouth, popping one at a time, sucking it and causing a stir to drill through his body—one whose message he knew all too well. Without stopping stroking him, faster, she played with his balls in a sweet torture. Another moan filled the air, and a sense of male pride threaded through him.
His body, his cock, turned her on. She couldn’t be faking it because he tasted her raw response in his mouth. She was drenching wet, aroused, and ripe for the taking.
They intensified their licks and touches on each other, in the same searing pace. His whole body contracted, his existence shifting into one hot pulse that allowed him to keep breathing, allowed his blood to continue pounding its way through his veins.
With his heartbeat thrumming his temples, he let go. Never had he been more aware of his seed spurting into a woman’s mouth as he emptied himself inside her. He felt her contract. Then she allowed herself the same pleasure he experienced—maybe even more intense. She quivered, and he dove into her pussy, licking each drop of her, loving it as she creamed on his face, and he finished releasing himself in her mouth.
“T-Boner,” she said, cutting the silence they’d shared for the past ten minutes. Lying side by side on the bed, he stroked her arm, up and down. The sweat from their hot session cooled, his heart finally returning to its regular pace. “Should be your dick’s name.”
Laughter floated up his throat. How could she pick a name for his most intimate part when he hadn’t even technically boned her yet? The idea stirred in his groin, but he shook his head. He’d tasted how much she came in his mouth. He would give her nothing less—certainly not a huge amount of pain for not waiting. Waiting for the right moment meant he’d gain the confidence he needed when he took his future bride for the first time. “Charming, but I’ll pass.”
“Maybe T.J.? Short for Theo Junior? Though there’s nothing junior about it…”
He propped himself on his side and turned to look at her. She had crossed her hands behind her head and glanced at the ceiling. When her gaze found his, his insides seared, and he cleared his throat. “Where does this obsession for naming come from?” he asked, hoping the topic would veer away from the sudden hardening of his cock.
Affection gleamed in her eyes, and she gave him a close-lipped smile that dented both cheeks. Twice. Double dimples. He ran his fingers down his face and sighed. Somehow, two million and six hundred thousand dollars seemed like a fucking bargain for full access to Amaya’s body.
“I was a premature baby, and it took me longer than the other kids to speak. My mom heard labeling things and repeating them over and over helped. So she began working really hard on my speech, and even as I began to talk, that need to categorize and name everything carried over I guess.”
“Your mom sounds nice.”
“She was. She and my dad died because of a hit-and-run.” She cleared her throat. “Killed by a drunk driver probably. We don’t know.” A trace of sadness laced her voice, and she looked away from him. “The security cameras from across the street conveniently disappeared, and I was too overwhelmed with everything to look into it anyway.”
“I’m sorry.” A weight sat on his chest, and he ran his fingers down his face. She’d been left mourning for her parents and taking care of her special-needs brother? Pride loosened the concern from his chest a bit. Did she know how strong she was?
“Yeah. Me, too. Though if I could get my hands on the driver, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s probably for the best.”
“Your brother is lucky to have you. How old?”
“He’s twenty-eight, but developmentally, he’s more like ten.”
“He has the best sister,” he said, again with a pride he had no right to feel. Here he was, barely knowing this woman, and yet sharing personal stories with her. His temples throbbed, fear cooling his thoughts. He had to get a handle on this thing, fast.
Quickly, he got out of bed and searched for the towel on the floor, then scooped it up and wrapped it around his waist. He cleared his throat. “I…have some work to do.”
She sat upright, still naked, then pulled the sheet to cover herself and slipped out of the bed. Flushing, she draped herself with the sheet and nodded. “Of course. I-I’ll go back to my room. Have a good night.”
Chapter Five
“Good morning, my dear nephew,” Uncle Horace said as he strolled into Theo’s office without a care in the world.
Theo lifted his gaze from the screen to his uncle. Annoyance threaded inside his gut, but he brushed it aside. The less he showed the man how he despised him, the better—it would give his uncle less power.
And power was exactly what he aimed to steal from his uncle—by marrying Talia.
“Morning, Horace. How can I help you?”
His uncle had the good genes from the Rhodes family, and, at sixty years old, had a tanned complexion and strappy physique that gave him a younger look. He was Theo’s father’s younger sibling and also the most ambitious one. The one who would drive their company to the ground if he had his way.
