Page 49 of Taking the Heat


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She should have felt used, she realized as he guided her slowly up and down, fucking himself with her mouth. But she didn’t. She felt...almost light. Shimmering. She felt as if she was being fucked for the first time, and she loved it.

“Is that good?” he whispered. “Is that okay?”

She hummed an answer around his shaft and pressed her tongue tighter to him.

“Jesus,” he gasped. “You feel so good, Veronica. And you look so perfect. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I like seeing you like this. I like watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty mouth. Fuck.”

The heat crashed over her again, some strange, incredibly arousing variety of embarrassment that made her groan with pleasure. She sucked him harder. Faster.

Finally, he cursed and drew her head up. He gripped himself again and stroked quickly, one hand still tangled in her hair, holding her still. She panted, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Veronica. Fuck.” His cock jumped and come shot onto his belly, then another pulse of it. She watched in fascination as he jerked off right in front of her. Her heart raced at the sight, as if she were watching something forbidden.

His breath huffed from him in broken gasps until his fist tightened in one long last squeeze of his cock and his head fell back onto the couch. “Oh, my God,” he said, half laughing around the words. “Holy shit.”

She pressed her lips together to hold in a secret smile. She shouldn’t feel proud. Hadn’t she just been telling herself that men didn’t seem very picky about blow jobs?

But while his eyes were closed, she took the chance to look him over. The muscles of his neck and shoulders had lost all their tension. His hands lay open and relaxed on his naked thighs, as if he were meditating. But best of all, the flat, ridged plane of his belly was streaked with come, and the sight of it filled her with an odd joy. It felt like yet another secret for her to keep, but this was a delicious kind of secret she’d never, ever had before.

She ducked her head and pressed a kiss to his thigh and she finally let herself smile against him.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

I AMASEXGODDESS.

She smirked at the words she’d typed into her blank document. “A sex goddess,” she whispered to herself. But no, that wasn’t quite it. There were too many types of sex she hadn’t had yet.

She backed the cursor all the way up and tried again. I give the best blow jobs in the whole world. Okay, that probably wasn’t true. Yet. She’d only given one awesome blow job, after all.

I am a dick-sucking savant.

Yes. That was it. And she was the perfect match for a world-class pussy eater like Gabe.

Veronica smiled stupidly at the screen, blushing at her own vulgar thoughts. She had to get to work, but all she wanted to do was think about what they’d done the night before.

He hadn’t spent the night. She understood why. It was just sex. It wasn’t serious. And he’d been due at work first thing in the morning, so he hadn’t stayed. But she wished he had. She wanted it again.

Hoping more caffeine would clear the haze of lust from her head, she got up and poured herself another cup of coffee.

Her new note stared her in the face. #3—Try new things. She was really kicking ass at that one. She’d tried Gabe MacKenzie.

She sighed and leaned against the counter.

Holy mother, she was in trouble. One single orgasm and he was under her skin in a big way. Not that she was surprised. She’d waited a really long time for that orgasm, and it had been a good one. As far as she could tell. Maybe there were better ones. She wanted to find out.

Try new things.

She set her cup down and dug a pen from a drawer to add two words to the note. #3—Try all the new things.

But first she had to work. She grabbed her coffee and laptop and headed to the desk in her bedroom. It would be easier to think if she was away from the oral-sex couch.

She opened the email from Torn and started writing.

Dear Torn,

I struggled with how to answer your letter, because there is no easy answer. You have dreams. You have goals and desires that are about you and have nothing to do with a man. But you also have a relationship that you value and a partner you love. The truth is that these two very separate things may not fit together.

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