Page 69 of Avery's Hero

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her head falls back. In a husky whisper, she says, “God, no. Did I say stop?”

Laughing, I push up the hem of my shirt until her perfect tits are exposed. “No. I heard those breathy little moans you make.”

“You’re making me blush.”

Brushing her nipples with my thumbs, I watch her body respond. “I’m about to do a whole lot more than make your blush.”

It’s not long before those breathy moans have turned into throaty variations of my name.

With my shirt shoved up around her neck, her panties hanging off her ankle, and eyes wild with need, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m gonna need to find some kind of addiction therapy. Because I’ve just injected something more potent than any street drug into my veins.

No wonder I was spouting off about moving in and getting her pregnant. She’s put a spell on me.

A wicked voodoo curse.

Why the hell would I have been dreaming about her for a year if that wasn’t the case?

It’s too late now, though. I’m bitten. Sunk. Drugged. There’s no going back.

Growling, I suck her clit and swipe my tongue and fingers deep in her sweet core. As she digs her fingers into my hair, I do my best to get her off so hard she loses what little grip on sanity she has so she’ll want to come back for more.

I’m greedy too, of course.

Eating Avery for breakfast is fucking delicious. Right up there with the hottest moments of my life. All of which have been thanks to her.

Suddenly, her body tenses. “Coming… com—” Gasping, she claws at my wrists. “Brock. God.” Panting, she twists against me. She comes, and comes, and comes. I lap up her sweet wetness. Then I crawl on top of her on the island and fuck her hard.

In everything I do, I go all in. And when it comes to Avery, I’m going for broke.

We’re sitting on the floor of the kitchen, polishing off the last of the cinnamon rolls, feeding bites to one another, when my phone rings.

“I knew that would happen sooner than I wanted.” Pushing up, I pad across the floor to the office nook on the far side of the kitchen. “It’s Mick’s dad.”

He quickly reports an uneventful night and that the boys are up, but are playing a game and eating cereal. Crazy how something so simple can make me happy as hell.

“Thanks for letting me know. I can come grab Linc in a while, if you want.”

“No, not necessary, I’ve got to go to town in a bit, I’ll bring him to you. I know you have a lot going on.”

He has no fucking idea. As he’s talking, I watch Avery. She’s sitting with her mind-blowing legs curled under her, my white T-shirt hanging off one shoulder, looking like a wicked angel as she stares at me, licking her fingers.

I can barely speak. “I’m at the house still, can you swing by here?”

The man replies something and hangs up.

I walk back to Avery and stand in front of her. She looks up at me curiously and smiles. My fucking heart can’t take this.

“As much as I hate to say this, I’ve got to take you back to the station. Linc is going to be dropped off in a bit. I just decided that I’m going to take the day off after your suggestion. We need some time to hang out and talk. But… I don’t think we should have a conversation about you right now.”

She uncurls her legs, stretches and stands up. Popping up on her tiptoes, she brushes her lips across mine. “Of course. It’s okay, Chief.” She hugs me tighter. “You do you. Take care of him. You know where to find me.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to make some calls about an apartment for you today. I have some rental properties, I just need to contact the company that manages the leases to see which one is open.”

Her breath hitches and her hand flies to her mouth.

---