Page 72 of Undeniably Perfect

He stands and walks over toward me, brushing the hair off my forehead. “I guess I take mine for granted. I shouldn’t, but I do. You should consider doing these for real. Publishing a book of them. You should talk to the team marketing folks about doing photos for families on family day. We have one of those every season. I can connect you with some folks to talk to…”

I place a figure over his lips, and he trails off as I rise on my tiptoes and kiss him.

“Maybe I need a new routine,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I’m down with that, too,” I respond as I trace his lips with my tongue.

Kent picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us over to the bed.

“What if I give you my cold from the other day?” I murmur against his lips.

He chuckles. “Uh, too late for that. And you seem fine to me.”

He licks my lips and I part them to allow his tongue to swipe against mine. He goes to set me down, but I stand on the bed and start removing my clothes as he watches me, his pupils dilating with need. When I’m completely naked and exposed to him, he stands there and stares at me.

“Jesus, you’re perfection,” he whispers, his hand coming up to run along my stomach and waist. I can’t say that I often feel beautiful, but the way he’s caressing my skin and looking at me with so much desire, makes me feel brazen and confident.

I reach out and run my hand through his hair before pushing his head against my sex. He doesn’t need my words. He grips my thighs, pulling them apart and runs his tongue over my clit.

“Yes,” I breathe as his tongue continues to take me higher. He doesn’t let up as my cries become more frantic, my need taking over my body as I buck against his face and tongue. He devours me like a starved man. And as he slides a single finger inside me, I detonate.

“Kent!” I cry out as I grip his hair tighter, my whole body shaking.

He doesn’t give me time to come down all the way before he has me on my back and he’s driving into me. I grip his arms, searching for anything at all to hold on to through his brutal thrusts that have me climbing toward my second release.

His lips taste of my sex and there is something dirty and tantalizing about that. He bucks wildly against me, chasing his own release.

“Not gonna last,” he grunts as his thrusts get more and more uneven.

“Then come,” I urge him as I grind myself faster against his body, needing my release. Within seconds, we’re both crying out as the euphoria of our highs peak together.

Kent stills and looks down at me. “That was definitely a good addition to my pre-game routine.”

I laugh, but as my mind comes back down to reality the call with the officer is front and center.

“What?” he asks, caressing my face.

“An officer called. Jarrod set the fire,” I tell him.

His eyes blaze. “That motherfucker!”

“Hey, it’s OK. I’m OK. Everything is OK. It’s over. I’m getting my insurance check and hopefully, he’ll be locked up for a long time,” I say to him as I reach out and place my hand on his arm.

“I swear, I could kill both him and his brother for what they’ve done to you.”

I place my other hand on Kent’s cheek. “I don’t need you to kill anyone. I mean, maybe, but not now.”

I get a small smile with that comment. He leans his forehead against mine so that his face becomes blurred from being so close.

“No one hurts you, kitten. Not now, not ever.”

“OK,” I say slowly, swallowing as I do.

He takes a slow breath and kisses my forehead. “OK. Let’s get a shower and then ice cream. I definitely need ice cream.”

I laugh. “I can do that.”

Chapter Thirty

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