Page 67 of Blue Line Love


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No inch of me goes untouched. His fingers inside me, his tongue on my clit. He flicks his tongue faster and faster as his fingers work in and out of me at a pace I’ve never felt before. It’s like he’s trying to drive me insane as quickly as possible?—

“I-I wanna come with your cock inside me,” I beg. My thighs are shaking on either side of his head and I’m so unbelievably close.

Reese sucks between my thighs one more time before popping up. His bare chest is flush, his lips swollen from work and so wet with my own juices that his grin glistens in the light from the lamp.

He is a vision; he always is. His beauty takes me off-guard for a moment. I don’t even realize he’s pressing into me until I’m being spread wide on the tip of his cock.

My head tilts back. I feel every inch of him slide into me, tight like a glove. I groan and I know I’m loud enough for the guards to hear.

I no longer care.

Reese drives himself into me until there’s nowhere left to go. He’s seated perfectly, our hips flush, and his hand floats over my stomach.

“Fucking beautiful. Every last piece of you.”

As he moves inside me, his gaze capturing mine, I break. Whatever was holding back the dam of pleasure shatters. I gasp and arch up against Reese. I clench around him and cling to his back. My nails dig in his flesh and I know I’m leaving marks on him, but I don’t give a damn about that, either. Shy Olivia is gone for the time being.

The thought of marking him thrills me as he growls. The sting drives him to fuck me harder through my orgasm, slamming the headboard against the wall. The bang, bang, bang of it echoes the cadence of Reese’ thrusts.

“Fuck, Olivia. I love this. I love the way you feel. I love the way you respond. I love how tight and wet you get.”

The headboard keeps going. BANG. BANG. BANG.

He’s bent over, arms on either side of my head, holding himself up as he bucks into me. “I love yo?—”

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

I jolt, the fantasy of Reese inside me slipping away as soon as I open my eyes. He’s not here. It’s not night and we’re not fucking.

Which means he hasn’t apologized. He hasn’t come back for me.

My heart sinks and embarrassment grips my chest. My dream self was so eager. So hopeful.

Another round of knocks sounds and a gruff voice comes through the door. “Ma’am? You alright in there? You were making noise.”

My face flushes. Figures. The one thing from my dream that turns out to be real is the bodyguard hearing me moan.

“I’m fine!” I snap.

Even though, deep down, I know I’m really not.

32

REESE

TWO WEEKS LATER

OLIVIA: When do you get out of practice? I miss you.

REESE: About a half hour.

REESE: Why? Got a way you wanna show me you miss me? ;)

OLIVIA: I mean, maybe, but perverts don’t get prizes so I guess you’re gonna have to be a gentleman before you find out, hm?

REESE: Wait ‘til I get home and I’ll show you just how not-gentle I can be…

“Yo, Reese! You gonna spend all night on your phone or are you gonna celebrate?!”

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