A smile blossoms across her face, the easy type of beam a person who has been recently unburdened might wear. “Yeah, Gray, I’m okay… better than okay, actually."
“Yeah?” I bring our joined hands to my lips and press a kiss to the delicate skin on top of hers. “Because I don’t know if I’m okay.”
Her brows furrow in concern. “The label… yeah, I get it. They’re greedy assholes who?—”
“No, baby. My issue has nothing to do with Marcus or Requiem.” I lean in, whispering into her ear and pulling her flush against my own body so she can feel me hardening just from standing next to her. “My problem is that I don’t have the patience to endure the small eternity it’s going to take to get you to the apartment, up the stairs, and undress you so that I may have my wicked way with you.”
She leans back and takes in my expression as the corner of her mouth twitches with a smirk. “So, you’re saying you want to sleep over tonight.”
Lifting a brow, I shoot her a grin. “I didn’t say the first thing about sleeping.”
She bats her lashes at me. “No? Well, what else could you possibly have in mind?”
Pulling her to me again, I press my lips to her ear. “I’ll have to show you.” I take her hand still in mine and drag it down my chest and stomach until she reaches my cock.
Rhea moans, and good God, I almost come right here on Main Street for everyone to witness. “Seems like you have a bit of a medical emergency. We'd best get you upstairs to my apartment stat!”
“She’s got jokes.” I chuckle, loving how playful and cute she’s being.
Then I wrap my arm around her back and guide her toward Ink & Embers Bookstore. Opening the stairwell door that leads to Rhea’s apartment, I quickly usher her toward the door and help with the keys. I don’t want anything to hold me up like a pesky set of keys or even the clothes we’re wearing, so I strip off my shirt and throw it across the room.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I remind her before she’s even had time to set her purse on the counter.
She giggles, and the sound shoots straight to my already straining dick. If I get any stiffer, I might need a trip to the hospital. I kick my shoes off, pull my belt from my pants loops, and drop trou. Wearing nothing but a smile, I look across the room to see what progress Rhea has made, but she hasn’t. Instead, she’s staring at me with hungry eyes.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Gray.” The huskiness in her voice moves me across the room to her in a heartbeat.
“You’re overdressed, baby,” I remind her, and reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and discarding it somewhere over my shoulder.
She helps me remove the rest of her clothes right in the middle of the kitchen. Rhea takes a few steps to the freezer, peers over her shoulder at me, and smirks as she reaches into the ice bin to remove a cube.
“And just what are you doing?” I ask, hoping she’s up to something naughty.
Popping the cube into her mouth, she moves back over to me and sinks to her knees in front of me. Rhea sticks her tongue out to show me the ice, takes my cock in her hand, and puts me in her cold mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss at the shock of the frigid temperature against my flesh, bury a hand in her hair, and hold on for dear life. Her tongue travels up and down my length on the underside of my shaft, reaching the tip and pressing a chaste kiss to it. Before I can think of any sexy words of affirmation, she takes my entire length in her mouth and cups my balls in her free hand, massaging and sucking like her life depends on it.
“I can’t take much more,” I admit, because if she looks up at me with those big green eyes with me in her mouth again, I’m going to blow everything right here and now.
But Rhea doesn’t stop. She doubles down, taking me faster and harder than before. And, God help me, when the woman moans, I feel it all the way down to my balls.
“Please, Rhea, I want you to come, too,” I plead with her to let this end differently than it’s about to.
She goes down my length one more time, pops me out of her mouth, and winks at me. She doesn’t stop pumping my dick as she says, “What’s this I hear of orgasms in my future?”
Bending at the knees, I help her back to her feet, and then I guide her to the bedroom. I’m about to show her the true meaning of orgasm.
Rhea tugs at me, pulling back and standing her ground. “What’s wrong with the kitchen?”
Peering over my shoulder at her, I lift a brow. “Have a kitchen kink all of a sudden?”
She cocks a challenging brow at me. “Who said it was all of a sudden?”
Turning around, I oblige my girl’s kink. I scoop Rhea up and return to the kitchen. She wraps her legs around me long enough for me to carry her to the counter and set her on top of it. Her perky breasts beg for my mouth’s attention, so I lower to them and give them a little attention before moving south to what I really want between her legs.
“Gray, I need you inside of me now.” Rhea’s frantic pleas and pants of breath do nothing to calm the fire inside of me, burning and raging to give her exactly what she wants.
“I need a taste first,” I say, ducking down between her legs until I’m eye level with her pretty pink pussy. My mouth waters just looking at her, so raw and exposed for me. There’s something sexy about the vulnerable way Rhea gazes down at me before I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
