Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
She heard Trick’s sexy bedroom voice before she saw him move closer. “How does she feel?”
“Tight,” Declan growled. “Hot.”
“She’s so wet.” She saw Trick lick his lips as he watching Declan’s cock disappearing inside her. “I need to…”
Declan leaned back as Trick lowered his head between her legs, licking her clit and groaning at the taste. When he moved away Jen cried out as Declan thrust deeper. Faster. God, so deep. “Yes. Yes, Declan. I need it. I need—Yes.”
“So good. You’re gripping me so tight,” he muttered. “I couldn’t wait anymore. Can’t stop.”
“I’m close,” she gasped as each thrust seemed to go deeper than the last. Her whole body was on fire, burning for him. “I have to come. Declan.”
Her climax had him shouting against her skin, his thrusts erratic as he reached his own release. It was like a hurricane, tossing and spinning her around until she washed up on the shore, limp and happy to be alive as Declan gently rolled off of her.
She wasn’t sure how long she was on the library floor, but as the last ripples of her orgasm faded her mind began to float lazily from thought to thought.
She could get used to this.
She shouldn’t get used to this.
Was she flying?
Jen opened her eyes. Trick. Trick was carrying her. “How are you walking?”
Trick was still glistening with exertion and satisfaction when he smiled down at her. “I was born. I cried. I thought about ménage and then one year later I saw a cat I desperately needed to pet. It just sort of happened.”
She laughed weakly, leaning her head on his chest. “You know that’s not what I meant. Where are we going?”
“To the bedroom. I think our professor has plans for you, young lady. He was muttering something about detention.”
If detention meant he planned on another round, she was more than willing. She saw Declan’s broad shoulders as he strode ahead of them to open the bedroom door, heading for the bathroom she’d just showered in. Trick, however, was carrying her to the bed. He tossed her on the king-sized mattress covered in a rich azure blue comforter, crawling up after her and kissing her lips tenderly. “You blew my top off, Jennifer Finn. Declan’s too. You might be stuck with us for a while.”
She secretly wished that were true. “I was just the magician’s assistant. You two were the main attraction.”
He laughed and adjusted the pillows against the headboard, leaning on them before pulling her against him, his legs on either side of her and his arms wrapped around her. “No. I think you’re more like the lion tamer,” he murmured. “He’s a passionate man—”
“You think?” She shook her head at the understatement.
“He responded to you in a way I’ve never seen before.”
She didn’t know how that could be true. Trick had known him for so long. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated and then said, “Did you happen to notice any of his art in your wanderings? The paintings in his library?”
She shook her head. “I was a little preoccupied.”
“His mom was a painter, and watching her work while he was growing up gave him a taste for fine art.” He gestured with his head and she followed his gaze to the wall across from the bed to a gorgeous impressionist painting of a nude woman.
“I don’t know much about art, but it’s beautiful.”
“It’s you,” he corrected. “Or the idea of you, anyway.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Declan’s collected a lot of paintings over the years and they all have a few things in common. They’re all of beautiful, sensual women with flawless white skin and hair made of fire and gold. I hadn’t really thought much about them over the years, but one night after a fight, I found myself on my back with my knees in my chest and my pants around my ankles and Declan…”
He sighed, pulling her closer. “It was one of those moments, you know? I looked up on the wall and there she was. Everywhere, in a dozen different scenes and styles. She was watching us and smiling. Waiting.”
Jen was breathless from the images his words had evoked. “She?”
“You. The memory of that moment really stayed with me, I guess, and the first time I saw you, it was like I knew you. Like I’d had you and it was the best sex I couldn’t quite remember having.”
She blinked. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
“And the more I watched you, the more I got to know you, the more I knew—”
Declan walked back out of the bathroom and looked back and forth between their faces. “Knew what?”
“That you’d be in there forever,” Trick said smoothly, “and damn, I was right. What took you so long?”
The more he knew what?
For a minute, Declan just stared at them cuddling in the middle of his bed, and despite his forbidding expression, Jennifer was sure there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.