Page 79 of Cozen

“Won’t you come for me?” he asked.

“This was not supposed to be a happy ending massage, Sargon.”

Sargon bent down to talk in her ear again. “Good thing. Do you know how irritated I was when I had to watch you walk in here knowing there were men who might touch you?”

Cozen’s throat tightened. “It was a woman.”

“But it might not have been.”

“But it was.”

His fingertips pressed harder against her clit, and then he gave the little nub a quick pinch before he went right back to massaging again. The jolt of pain mixed in heavily with Cozen’s pleasure before it was gone again just as fast. He moved down from her clit to stuff two fingers deep into her pussy. Those knowing digits curved in just the right way, and he began to massage her G-spot with insistent strokes.

“Oh, my God,” she whined.

“Lucky it was a woman,” he told her. “Still, I had to come in and check.”

“I bet.”

“Come so I can taste you this morning.”

Jesus.

“That’s what you want to taste in the morning?”

Sargon chuckled, and she swore she could see his sinful smirk in her mind when he murmured, “Every morning, if you would let me.”

Cozen came then.

Maybe it was his words.

Maybe the unspoken promise.

Maybe his fingers still working her crazy.

Who knew?

But it was glorious.

Sargon pulled his fingers from between her thighs before he quickly removed the rocks from Cozen’s body. Once she was cleared of the rocks, she sat up straight on the table, and found him waiting for her with hard eyes.

She didn’t like that.

Not after what he just did.

Still, he was close enough to her that she could reach out and touch him. So, she did just that. She fingered the gold band hanging from the thin cord of black leather around his neck for a moment, reveling in the silence instead of her crazy thoughts.

Sargon didn’t seem to mind, as he didn’t ask her to remove her hand. If anything, for the briefest second, his gaze softened at her touch. Finally, his hand did come up and cup around hers when she slid the tip of her index finger into the ring.

He sighed, and tugged her hand away from the leather cord. “Time to get back to reality, then.”

“What?” she asked.

“Jett would like to see you today. Dinner, and maybe something else afterward. A trip to his mansion, if you would like.”

Cozen’s gaze locked with Sargon’s, and didn’t move even an inch. “Would he?”

“Yes.”