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“Good girl. You look so fucking sexy right now, Olivia. You’re giving me such a pretty show.” She moans as my words sink in, driving her to the precipice. I pump faster to match her pace as desperately as she is. Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.
“Olivia, I’m going to fucking come. You’re driving me crazy.”
She adjusts herself, leaning forward on her knees. “In my mouth, please.”
My eyes fly open. “No.”
“No?”
“No. You’re not tasting me before I get to taste you. Next preference. Now.”
“My tits.” I do just that. She alternates between staring at my face and my cock. The lust on her face is almost enough to undo me twice. By the time mine ends, her orgasm is beginning. Her eyes flutter shut, overcome with pleasure. I snap my fingers and she lifts her eyes to mine. Her entire body trembles as she holds a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet herself. I rip it from her mouth and hold it.
“Don’t you dare hide from me. Your face, your body, those moans of pleasure. I want to see it all tonight,” I say before wrapping my hand around her slender neck and kissing her deeply.
The contact intensifies her orgasm, making it go on for what seems like forever. She takes a calming breath, then slumps against the shower wall. She looks at me, then down to her perfect breasts I painted and looks back at me. Before I can even form words, she dips her perfectly manicured fingers into a thick rope and puts it right into her pretty little mouth. The sight makes the show with the pen seem PG-rated. She even has the audacity to moan as she tastes me. I glare at her severely. “You are going to pay for that, Miss Hamilton.”
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
Theaftershocksofmyorgasm taper off as I lean backwards, resting my head against the tile. Its coolness soothes my blazing skin. I wipe some water droplets from my eyes and sit in silence as my pulse tries to regain its normal pace. There is barely a coherent thought in my head as Tomas looks at me through hooded lids, his breathing as erratic as mine. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe he was going to take me up on my offer. His hedonistic voyeurism was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. The way his pleasure was driven by mine is one of the most life-altering experiences I’ve had to date.
“Holy fuck, I needed that.” I breathe deeply, willing my heart to slow down.
He gives me a wry smile. “I know.”
“How? What’s my tell?”
“Well, for starters, your shoulders were up to your chin yesterday.”
“Not what I want to think about in post-orgasmic bliss,” I say as I twist the shower handle, turning off the warm spray of the water. I grab my towel. “I know I said it earlier, too, but thank you again. Let me make it up to you. Consider it a thank you for being such a gentlemanly knight in shining armor.” Tomas’ lips turn up, his normal brooding persona full of wit momentarily vanished. I can’t help the smile forming on my face, and he responds with a wide grin, baring his perfect, straight teeth.
He breaks the tension. “You’re probably starving after that workout and that orgasm.”
I nod. “Sure am. I’m probably going to eat a pound of steak after this.”
“Do you have other clothes with you?”
“I do.”
“I was thinking I could watch you stuff that pound of meat in your mouth.” He chews on his bottom lip, biting back the immature twitch forming on his lips. I give him an incredulous look.
“Are you sure you’re in your forties? You’re worse than my roommate’s boyfriend. But yeah, sure. You watching me stuff said pound of meat into my mouth wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen today.”
“I’m thirty-five. Stop making me older, dammit. Also, you’re one to talk, little miss bruised pharynx.”
“That’s yet to be bruised,” I mutter under my breath.
“Get dressed,” Tomas says as he stares at my lips. He grabs a black fitted t-shirt from his bag and pulls it down over his head. My gaze lingers on his abs, disappearing under the shirt. Maybe he’ll let Lex paint him as a portrait for me. He smirks at my brazen objectification.
“Just trying to take a mental snapshot in the event you change your mind about whatever this is tomorrow,” I say with a resigned sigh.
“Anything goes tonight, Miss Hamilton. Better get your fill.”
“Anything goes?” I repeat just to make sure I heard him correctly.
“If you’re positive you’re not stalking me and the universe is really just throwing you at me every chance it gets, I have to give it what it wants at least once. Don’t you think?” he asks, an uncharacteristic softness in his tone.
