Page 124 of The Rookie

But nothing prepared me for this.

She comes back up for air, breathing heavily. “That was reckless as all hell. Now…” I say. “Here.”

I move so I’m sitting on the edge of the hot tub. She grins and looks up at me. “What? Don’t think I could hold my breath? You’re not the only one of us who’s competitive.”

I bite my lower lip. “If you drowned I’d never forgive myself.”

“Avery Sinclair, RIP,” she smiles while she runs a hand up the ridges of my water-wet abs, and then brings it back to my cock. “Cause of death? She got stuck underwater...”

I let out a loud, billowing laugh, not even caring if we get heard, or caught.

I’m too in the moment.

And then, she’s back on me.

The heat of her mouth, the way she moves, the way she fucking owns me with nothing but her lips and tongue.

And I’m gone.

Completely, utterly, wrecked.

I let out a strangled sound, my chest rising and falling too fast, my head spinning, my brain officially offline.

I can barely form a thought, can barely hold on to reality, can barely fucking breathe?—

Then I feel her hum against me.

My hips jerk involuntarily.

“Jesus Christ.” My voice is raw, shredded, barely recognizable. “Avery if you don’t slow down this is gonna be quick.”

She’s not holding back.

She’s ruining me.

And she fucking knows it.

For just a moment, she pulls away.

One of my hands slides onto her head, threading through her hair, my fingers tangling, my grip tightening just slightly.

Not pushing.

Not forcing.

Just holding.

Just needing something to ground myself.

She slides her hands up my thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make me groan.

And I swear to God—I’m seconds away from losing it.

I need to stop her.

I need to pull her up, kiss her, touch her, do literally anything other than sit here and completely fall apart like this.

But I can’t.

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