Page 30 of The Upgrade

Fingers get added to the mix and he coaxes me closer to the edge, using his tongue to open me. Kit devours me like he’s starving. Like I’m the best meal he’s had in a month. He moans and the raspy vibration sends shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Please,” I beg, fisting my hands in his hair. “Fingers.”

There’s a chuckle and one second later, he’s sliding two digits inside me. They’re thick and they’re long andmy God—is there a goddamn g-spot magnet in the tip of that middle finger?

I angle up higher to watch the man work. A smile tugs his mouth as he pumps his hand slowly, eyes seeking mine as his fingers plunge in and out.

“You like when I fill you up?” he growls. “When I suck on this tasty little clit?”

“Yes.” As he hits something magic, I arch off the table. My back’s bowing up, but his hand on my hip keeps me steady.

I want him to fuck me, but I also love this; the sweep of his tongue, the thrust of his wrist, the filthy words spilling from his lips. A sexual feast meant only for me.

Why did I ever want silence? All I want now is Kit’s voice coaxing me over the edge.

“That’s it, sweet Eve.” His tongue swirls faster, making me dizzy. “You’re squeezing my fingers so hard.”

I feel myself clenching as the orgasm bears down like a cyclone approaching. “Kit, fuck—that feels unreal.”

“Come all over my face.” Another soft lick as his tongue swirls my clit. “Think you can do that for me?”

I nod and cry out as the first wave takes me. “Oh, God.”

His fingers thrust deeper, tickling my G-spot as I cry out again. He suckles my clit as I arch up and scream.

Bright lights burst behind my eyelids as I ball up the sheet in a fist. One wave ebbs as another one hits me, sweet surges of pleasure that shake me to my core.

The orgasm lasts for a long fucking time, wringing me out with its force. Kit brings me down slowly, fingers still moving inside me.

As the last spasm fades, he plants a soft kiss on my hip bone. “Feeling enchanted?” One edge of his mouth quirks and I laugh.

I try to sit up but my muscles won’t hold me. “Fuck.” I flop back on the table and throw an arm over my eyes. Spots of bright color dance on the backs of my eyelids. “That was insane.”

He chuckles and withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and throbbing. “You’re fucking incredible.”

There’s movement somewhere inside the room before I hear the sound of a fridge opening and closing. Seconds later, he’s back with a bottle of water. “Need help sitting up?”

“I’m good.” This time I manage, leveraging myself on an elbow. Accepting the water, I take a long drink and sigh. “Best massage I’ve ever had. Hands down.”

“We aim to please here at Crystal Bliss.” He offers a self-deprecating smile. “Sorry to shock you like that.”

“I mean, it’s not a bad surprise.” The guy who’s delivered some of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced workshere, at the place I’ve traveled to experience fantastic sex?

Not really a sacrifice.

But I do have some questions. “I take it you looked at my profile?”

“Yes.” He leans back on the frame of the door. “Didn’t know it was you at the time, but I reviewed your file.”

I slide off the table and stretch. “Did anything shock you?”

“Shock me?” Kit tilts his head. “Definitely not. I’m here by choice, remember?”

“Yeah, I just…” What am I trying to say? “My ex got kinda weird when I shared fantasies.”

Weirdis putting it nicely. The first—and only—time I asked Brock if he’d ever consider bringing a third person into our bedroom, he looked me dead in the eye and frowned.

“I’m not really into weird kinky shit.” He frowned. “Wait. You’re not a nympho, are you?”

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