Page 82 of Redeem Me

‘You sound like you need a distraction,’ I whisper, brushing my body against his as I pass to help Orla take her sandals off.

‘I’m permanently distracted watching the nanny cam, and that’s half the problem,’ he moans.

An hour later, both kids are asleep in one of the queen-sized beds, wrecked from the impromptu journey.

‘Hungry?’ Caelon asks, retrieving a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut from the fridge. He’s changed into a pair of navy linen shorts and a white polo shirt that’s every bit as appealing as his earlier outfit.

‘I told you before, I never met a calorie I didn’t like,’ though the only thing I really want to eat is him. It must be apparent on my face because his lips lift in a wolfish grin.

He pops the cork and pours the champagne into two long-stemmed glasses. ‘Dirty girl.’

I shrug. ‘My boyfriend–or is it “partner” — banned me from touching myself.’

‘Damn right he did.’ Caelon pulls me towards him, until we’re chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, and I can feel his arousalpressing against my pelvis. ‘I want all of those orgasms detonating on my face, on my hand, or on my cock.’

I swallow hard at his filthy words, at the images they stir in my brain. ‘Don’t hold back or anything, hey?’

‘Oh, believe me, baby, I don’t plan to.’ His voice is low and gruff . The way he calls me baby makes my insides melt. Given how I’ve been babied my entire life, it should feel irritating. Instead, it feels intimate.

‘Promises, promises.’ I run my tongue over my lower lip and take a sip of the champagne.

‘Are you wet for me?’ His hand reaches beneath my dress, cupping the junction between my legs.

‘Obviously.’ I roll my eyes.

His fingers snake inside my panties and slide over my seam. ‘Up on the island. I need a closer look.’

‘No,’ I say, putting down my glass.

His black eyes blaze. ‘What do you mean, no? Don’t you want me to lick your delicious little cunt until you come all over my face?’

I inhale a sharp breath. His filthy mouth might just be the death of me. ‘Of course I do, but first I’d like to wrap my mouth around your delicious big dick until you come in the back of my throat.’

It’s his turn to inhale sharply. ‘And I thoughtIhad a filthy mouth. I think I may just have met my match.’ Deft hands reach around my back and loosen the gigantic bow tying my dress, which slides to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing other than a white silk thong and silver-heeled sandals. His gaze roams hungrily over my body. ‘I will never tire of looking at you like this.’ He reaches for my already hard nipples and rolls them between his fingers. ‘Do you know how distracting it’s been, knowing you’re in my house while I’m stuck here? You’re like poison, Ivy. I’ve tasted you and now I’m ruined.’

‘Let me taste you.’ I breathe him in, drinking in his intoxicating cologne and pure masculine scent of his skin.

‘Over there.’ He points to a luxurious daybed with a thick mattress on the terrace. He picks up our glasses and tucks the champagne bottle under his toned arm.

I don’t need telling twice. I practically run out of the door, desperate to feel his dick in my mouth, then in my centre. He follows languidly, a smile lifting his lips. ‘The impatience of youth,’ he tuts.

‘The impatience of a woman who has been sexually starved since Sunday.’ I motion for him to lie on the bed.

‘It was four days,’ he reminds me.

‘Exactly.’

He places the champagne on a small, circular glass table and lies down. I reach for his shorts and tug them off, along with his black boxer briefs. He’s rock hard and my lips are around him within seconds.

‘Not so fast.’ His palms rest on my cheeks. ‘Turn around and back your ass this way. I want you to ride my face.’

My moan reverberates over his shaft, and he laughs, actually laughs, as I spin my body round and shamelessly back up onto his face, yanking my thong to the side, all without taking my mouth from him.

‘Good girl,’ he purrs. He offers my slit a long languid lick before his tongue plunges into my centre. I take him deep into my throat before running my tongue back up to his tip as I rock back.

My hums of pleasure vibrate around his cock and the taste of precum fills my mouth, leaving me desperate for more. Firm hands grip my ass, stilling me as he catches my clit in his mouth and hums out his own appreciative moans.

It’s carnal.

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