AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Not as of late.”
“We used to be a team.”
Her hands fell to her lap. “Not the romantic kind.”
“It was only one night, but we were really damn good at that.”
“What are you saying?”
“Let’s forget the bullshit, even if it’s for a few hours.” I longed to spread her thighs, but the decision to be mine for the night had to be hers.
“That won’t solve a thing,” she said uncertainly.
“Stress relief.” I flexed my hands on my legs. “Tell me you don’t need it. Tell me I can’t do that for you.”
“I have my own methods,” she said.
“Mine are better.” She swallowed thickly and reached for the bottle of whiskey. “Hold it in your mouth.”
Her cheeks puffed, full of liquor, as she obeyed. I inched closer. “Some mistakes are best repeated.”
I closed my mouth on hers and swallowed the liquid she spilled inside. Her hands flew to my hair, tugging until there was a bite of pain in my scalp.
Mulaney straddled me, raking her nails through my hair. She tasted of whiskey when her lips met mine. I gave in to her, banding my arms around her back. Her tongue collided with mine, and everything that had happened since the morning I woke up alone after our wedding disappeared.
This was us.
Heartbreaker had her way with my mouth. If she kept pulling on my hair like that, I was bound to lose any remaining semblance of control.
I captured her wrists and lowered her arms. She ripped her lips away from mine, a pout forming.
“We do this my way or not at all.” She attempted to climb off me, a lusty anger staring back at me.
“Stop.”
In defiance, she ground against my erection. I hissed inwardly, unwilling to give her the reaction she wanted. Slowly, I lifted her bound hands and ran her fingers over my lips. “Here.”
Her nostrils flared, but she bent toward me, chastely kissing me.
“I very much love that mouth on mine, but I meant your pussy.”
The heat in her eyes intensified. This was as still as I’d ever seen her.
She didn’t move, an internal war raging in her eyes. “Heartbreaker, this isn’t about who’s the boss. I want to make you come. You decide if that happens or not, plain and simple.”
“I can’t get my pants off if you’re holding my wrists,” she grated out. She tried to pull out of my grasp, but I held her firm. Lines creased her forehead as her frustration built.
She lifted onto her knees and thrust her center in my face. I smiled into her sweatpants where she couldn’t see.
When I looked up at her, I’d composed myself. “Take off your shirt.”
I released her wrists. She immediately yanked the cotton off her body, tossing it to the floor. I planted a palm on her stomach and spread my fingers, running my hand up her sternum. Her head fell back as if my touch was the balm she’d been seeking.
I shoved her sweatpants down as far as they would go. I traced the top of her underwear, and she shuddered. She moved her center back to my mouth, the only thing separating us the thin fabric.
I ran my tongue up her slit. Her hands landed on top of my head and squeezed. I held her against my mouth, kissing and sucking until she was unable to keep still. Her gaze was on me, her face the picture of pleasure. Because she’d surrendered to me.
“Easton,” she breathed when I nipped at her clit, the lace an added friction against the sensitive spot.
