Page 96 of By His Play

My release builds, but he doesn’t allow me to get there in this position. Instead, he pulls out and rolls me onto my back.

He crawls over me, and the instant I see his beautiful face staring down at me, my cheeks burn red hot. And it only gets worse when he slides back inside me.

“K-Kieran,” I stutter, my emotions colliding and leaving me lying here a horny, hot mess.

Reaching out, he presses his fingers against my lips to stop me from saying anything.

“Let go, baby. Forget everything and just enjoy.”

I stare up at him in disbelief as he slowly fucks me.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand tenderly around his neck.

He lowers and rests his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes.

Tears threaten and as he makes me fall apart beneath him, they spill over.

The groan of pleasure as he comes is pure filth and sends little aftershocks from my release shooting around my body.

Pulling me into his arms, he drops to his side and tucks me into his body.

His lips descend for mine, and I’m powerless but to fall into the kiss.

My head spins and my heart races.

What are we doing?

He kisses me until both of us are ready to go again. But this time, he doesn’t make a move.

When my stomach rumbles, reminding me that I’ve barely eaten anything for days, he pulls back.

His eyes search mine for a beat before he kisses my nose and then rolls out of bed, announcing, “I’m going to make you breakfast.” Then he walks away with his firm butt on full display.

Unable to rip my eyes away from his body, I’m staring at him when he pauses at the doorway and turns around, making my view even better.

I always knew Kieran Callahan was a god, but seeing him in all his glory…well, I’m speechless.

“Take your time, Luck. I’m not going anywhere.”

My stomach knots at his words, but as soon as he walks away, I begin second-guessing everything.

Rolling onto my stomach, I press my face into the pillow Kieran slept in, and the moment I breathe in, I realize my mistake.

Last night when he kissed me, I was powerless but to dive headfirst into it.

I needed the escape, and oh boy, did he give me one.

He gave me so much more than the bottle of vodka I ordered ever could.

Sure, things hurt this morning, but it’s not anywhere close to being a hangover.

My thighs rub together as I vividly remember everything he did to me last night.

I know he promised me that he’d do anything he could to help, but I never in a million years thought he’d go to that extreme.

Sure, I got him off—accidently—yesterday morning.

I could barely look at him all day because of it.

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