Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Lucy reached between his thighs and cupped his balls, slamming him back into the present. She twisted up off his cock enough to say, “You like this?”
“Hell, yes, I do. I like every single thing you do to me.” His world narrowed down to the taste of her on his tongue and the feel of her mouth wrapped around him. Her whimpers and moans drove him on, leaching every bit of rational thought from Gideon’s head. He needed her to orgasm.
Needed to claim her.
Lucy couldn’t tell which way was up—and not just because Gideon had her in the most impossible and erotic position. She’d barely made it home before him and now he had her upside down on the couch with his face buried between her legs as she sucked his cock. She took him deeper. He made her so damn crazy.
For once, she wanted to return the favor.
She shifted her hold of his balls, squeezing lightly. He made a sound she felt all the way to the back of her throat. Nothing mattered but the next slide of his tongue over her clit and the way his fingers dug into her hips, effortlessly holding her in place.
Her orgasm rolled over her from one breath to the next, and she sucked him with unmatched desperation, needing Gideon with her every step of the way. She could feel him holding back, trying to outlast her just like he had every other time since they’d started. If she didn’t do something drastic right this second, he’d move them somewhere else and she wouldn’t get a chance to finish him like this.
So she played dirty.
Lucy pressed two fingers to his perineum. She’d read in so many books that it was a hot spot for men as well as women, but she’d never had the courage to try.
Gideon’s response made the risk worth it many times over.
His back arched and his balls drew up. He hissed out a breath that made her clit tingle. “Fuck. I can’t hold out.”
She sucked harder, not willing to lift her head to tell him to go for it. She wanted this. She needed this.
He hesitated but she circled her middle finger against him and that was all it took. Gideon cursed long and hard against her skin, his grip spasming as his hips bucked up to meet her mouth. She took him as deep as was comfortable and then took him deeper yet. He growled her name as he came. Lucy drank him down, sucking him until he shuddered and gently lowered her to the couch.
Only then did she raise her head.
The look on Gideon’s face could only be described as shell-shocked. He opened his mouth, closed it and shook his head. “Come here.” Without waiting for a response, he pulled her onto his lap and tucked her against him.
She settled her head onto his shoulder. “That was...”
“Yeah.”
How to put it into words? She might not be the more experienced of the two of them, but she wasn’t stupid. That hadn’t been like the other times. There was no lesson here that Gideon wanted to teach her. He’d come through her door like a jealous boyfriend and then delivered one of the most devastating orgasms of her life and now he was holding her like he...cared.
Of course he cares. He wouldn’t have agreed to this if he didn’t.
Just because he considered her a friend didn’t mean the lines had blurred for him.
She clung to the thought with a stubbornness born of desperation. Lucy had a plan and she knew better by now than to deviate from it. The last time she’d done that, she’d ended up with Jeff, and that entire experience had screwed her up, at least emotionally.
It would have screwed her up professionally, too, if she processed pain in any other way than powering through it out of spite.
Gideon stroked a hand down her back. “Did I hurt you?”
“What? No.” She leaned back to look at him. Not as shell-shocked now and the thread of guilt in his dark eyes made her heart hurt.
That was the other reason she couldn’t allow the lines between them to blur. Gideon might be someone she cared about, and he might make her body sing, but he would never forgive himself for his role in Jeff’s shitty choices.
He’d never be able to look at her without seeing his friend’s ex-fiancée. The one he’d had to take aside to let know she was being cheated on—and everyone knew.
Gideon frowned. “Tell me what put that look on your face.”
“It’s nothing.” The very last thing she wanted to do was to bring Jeff into the room with them. It was hard enough to banish the memory of him without inviting him in. She almost settled back against Gideon, but the moment had passed. Cuddling and soft words wasn’t what this was.