Page 113 of Time with Mr. Silver


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“Don’t hold back. I want you as wet as you were in the car after the balloon ride.”

I nod, inhaling with a gasp as Dax presses the pads of his fingers expertly against me inside and sucks on my clit.

“I—”

“Do it,” he growls, his eyes dark as he watches me.

I gasp again, climbing higher, every movement of him inside me, every flutter of his tongue against me forcing the pressure inside me to grow and grow.

“Fuck!” I scream, forcing myself to let go and not hold back against the feeling of complete submission as my body releases a gush of fluid over him. The tension in my clit bursts at the same time, sending my pussy into frenzied spasms.

Dax groans, pressing his mouth against me as I shake and pull his hair so tight, I’m scared I will pull it out of his scalp.

“Keep going,” he hisses as he buries his face in me and laps at my clit.

I continue coming over him in pulses, and he doesn’t slow his movements until I come again, crying out his name.

“No more.” My inner thighs tremble as the final waves begin to leave me and I struggle to keep my balance. “Dax. I…” I pant as my body turns to jelly.

He’s on his feet in a flash, holding me to him, his strong arms keeping me upright. I drop my face to his chest, my cheek resting against his t-shirt. Some of it is damp from soaking up the overflow of my release. Dax drank the majority up like he was dying of thirst.

“You taste so good. I want you to do that every day for me.”

I giggle against his chest. “Okay.”

“I’m serious.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. Then he sweeps my hair away from my shoulder and grows quiet. “Let me cover this for you. I should have done that first.” His voice is full of concern as he studies my skin.

I remain quiet as he takes care of me. He applies a dressing and helps me put my t-shirt back on, being careful not to disturb the bandage. We don’t say anything. But I catch his eye and he gives me the most breathtaking smile that has warmth blanketing my stomach.

When he’s done, he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts my face up to him.

“You okay?”

Deep brown meets light blue, and I stall for a second, soaking in the way he looks at me.

“Rose, are you—"

I smile. “Yes. Are you?”

His face relaxes, and he smiles back. Then he kisses me on the forehead with a soft sigh. “Never better, Sunbeam. Never fucking better.”

Chapter 27

Dax

“Whyisn’titthatfucking simple?” Fire burns in my veins, and I whip my head to the side, staring out the windshield and down the dark, abandoned alleyway.

“It’s not what we agreed.”

“Fuck that!” I slam my fist onto the dashboard, then let out a deep hiss. “You know what else we didn’t fucking agree? That I’d still be here, nine months later. Still doing it.”

I clench and unclench my fist, forcing in a deep breath before I squeeze the guy’s neck who’s sitting in the driver’s seat next to me. He may have helped get me Alistair’s name as a favor. But we both know it was more like a sweetener. He could sense I was distancing myself from him, from our agreement. And as much as we are both chasing the same outcome, he’s also got his boss breathing down his neck wanting results.

Still, the idea of snapping his neck isn’t completely unappealing right now.

But that’d be all I need, getting sent back inside for murder. Although, from what I know about guys inside, and how they view the man—and the other members of his ‘gang’—next to me, I’d get a warm reception and deserve a fucking medal in their eyes.

But that’s not who I am.

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