Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
She shifted and looked at him. “You’re leaving?” Vulnerability showed in her eyes. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
“Not if you’d rather stay. Just because I’m not always in the city, Evelyn, doesn’t mean you’ll be out on the street. I promise you’ll never be without a place to stay again.”
“Lucian,” she said reluctantly. “What we have right now, it won’t always be this easy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like the way things are, but people grow apart. You can’t expect us to last forever and it isn’t safe for me to expect you to always be responsible for me.”
“I want to be responsible for you.”
“But you can’t. I need to be accountable for myself.”
“Evelyn, there’ll be ups and there’ll be downs. It’s part of every relationship. You have to roll with the punches and cross those bridges when they come. Worrying about problems that don’t yet exist is useless. As long as we’re always honest with each other and communicate when something’s bothering us, I have no doubt we can work through anything. Now, tell me you’ll come home with me for Christmas.”
Lucian sensed her doubt in his words. He was coming to learn that Evelyn doubted a lot in her life and didn’t place her trust in anyone but herself. It was difficult for her to depend on others. She smiled, but it wasn’t her true smile. Time would convince her.
“All right. I’ll come home with you.”
When they returned to the condo, Lucian carried her to the bed. He slowly stripped her of her dress, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and shoes. She shook as he dropped to his knees in front of her and licked from the tops of her lace-covered thighs over her exposed flesh and teasingly close to her sex.
“Lucian,” she whimpered, balancing her hands on his shoulders.
“Has it been twenty-four hours yet?” he teased, biting the sweet swell of her hip.
She groaned impatiently. “You’re doing this on purpose!” Her petite heel stomped into the carpet.
“If you want something, Evelyn, all you have to do is ask for it.” He sat back on his heels and fondled the strap of her garter. Her lips stubbornly pressed together, and he sighed. “Since when are you shy?”
“I’m not. I just don’t know how to ask for . . . that.”
Holding back a laugh, he said, “That’s simple. Just repeat after me. Lucian . . .”
She smirked and repeated, “Lucian . . .”
“Only you can bring me satisfaction. Your talented tongue is comparable to the mouths of gods. Please lick my sweet pussy and make me come.”
She laughed long and hard. It was a beautiful sound, so free, almost childlike. “I am not saying that. You aren’t quite ranking with the gods. ‘King’ is where I draw the line.”
“Is that so?”
He grabbed her around the waist, and she folded over his shoulder in a fit of giggles. He smacked her ass and dragged her to the floor. His mouth took possession of hers, each of them laughing over the other’s lips. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”
He kissed down her body quickly, nipping at her tempting breasts, swirling his tongue in the shallow indentation of her belly button. Wrenching her thighs apart, he found her pussy glossed with honey and waiting for his touch. He lifted her to his mouth and licked from the tight pucker of her anus, through her slit, and to her clit. Her taste was spectacular. She moaned and pressed her body to his mouth, all signs of humor gone and now replaced with desire.
Bracing her thighs in the gap between his thumbs and fingers, Lucian thumbed her opening wide. His tongue stabbed in and out of her. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. He loved the way her clean folds tasted under his lips, and he made a mental note to schedule another salon visit for her soon. He was sure Patrice would appreciate it.
As he toyed with her clit and licked at her tight little cunt, his mind wandered. He considered how Evelyn would feel about a woman like Patrice kissing her here. The thought made him incredibly hot, but then surprisingly displeased him. While he had no interest in fucking anyone other than Evelyn, the exhibitionist in him rallied at the idea of fucking her in front of her lusty friend, yet something about sharing Evelyn with anyone no longer sat well with him.
His mouth traveled down to the tight rosette of her anus, and he tongued the little knot. She practically leapt out of his grip.
“Stay,” he growled and continued to seduce the tiny hole because he knew it unnerved her. She settled obediently, although he could tell her conscience warred with her desire. Under his gentle ministrations there was no doubt that Evelyn enjoyed some light anal play. He intended to school her in all the wonderful pleasures that could come of such things.