Page 116 of Double Fault

She drops her head back with an annoyed sigh. “What did you need?”

“Do you know where Maddie and Fisher are?”

“Yeah.” She straightens. “He said he was taking her for ice cream.”

With a scoff, I grip the doorframe with both hands. “It’s breakfast.”

“And your daughter is a master manipulator. She begged him for ice cream for breakfast, and just like that”—she snaps—“he folded like a wet napkin. Pretty sure she inherited that trait from you, so really, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Myself?” I repeat, deepening my voice in an attempt to hide my amusement.

“Yep.” She pops the P. “You’re very good at getting what you want. Most of the time, it takes little more than a bat of your eyes.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” she hums, sliding her arms over her chest and cocking a hip.

“Then,” I drawl. “Why aren’t you naked right now?”

She squeaks in surprise at my question. I probably shouldn’t love it so much, the way she reacts to me, but what can I say? I’m only a man.

If Maddie talked Fisher into the place we always go for ice cream, then chances are we have a solid hour before they’re back.

I stalk into the room completely, and Sabrina backs up, her feet sinking into the plush carpet.

“Noah?”

I close the door behind me and lock it just to be safe.

“On your knees.”

Though she juts her chin in defiance, the way her pupils dilate betrays her desire. “Make me.”

Need coursing through me, I wrap my hand around her delicate throat and pull her into me until my mouth is on hers. I kiss her long and deep, and I don’t let up until she’s breathless. “Don’t make me ask again.” I squeeze a little tighter. “On your knees.”

Like the good fucking girl she is, she lowers herself to the floor. Instantly, she’s working the button on my jeans. She slides the zipper down next, then tugs the fabric down my thighs. My dick bobs in front of her, hard since the moment she opened the door between our spaces.

With a grunt, I shove the jeans down all the way and kick them off.

When I’m completely naked, I grasp her chin and guide her face up until she’s locked in my gaze. “Suck my cock.”

Eyes shining with excitement, she licks her lips and circles the base, her hold firm. Instead of wrapping her mouth around the head like I want, she delicately licks the tip.

“Jesus Christ,” I bite out. That little touch is enough to undo me. I don’t know whether to weep at how pitiful that makes me or praise the goddess before me for her ability to make me lose my mind so easily.

She breaks into a wicked smile. “So formal. Just call me Sabrina.”

“Brat.”

Laughing, she finally slides those beautiful full lips around the head of my cock.

Instantly, sparks dance up my spine, and my vision goes spotty.Fuuuck.

I drop my head back, thankful for the door at my back.

With little grunts and moans, she bobs up and down. Each movement is a little deeper, until eventually, she takes all of me. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags. Instinctively, she pulls back, but with a hand gripping her hair, I hold her there. She looks up at me, eyes shining with tears and dark with desire, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. The sight alone is enough to make me come. God damn. I hold her there, reining in my control, for another five seconds. When I release her, she pops all the way off to catch her breath. Already, her mascara is smudged and beginning to streak down her cheeks. I wipe it away carefully as she pumps her fist up and down my length.

“Look at you,” I croon, gathering her hair in my fist. “My pretty little mess. You look so fucking hot sucking my cock. Where’s your phone?”

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