Page 63 of Enthrall Climax
This was him trying to make me feel better, because whoever had sent the cake had meant it as a threat. Perhaps they’d just wanted to prove they could get inside our home.
“Do you think it’s poisoned?” I held my breath waiting for his answer.
Cameron poured us two glasses of wine. “Which would make it no different than your cooking.” He winked.
“Hey.”
It sounded like Shay had taken it off to be tested. Maybe they’d be able to pull fingerprints, too, I mused.
“Grab the cream, please.” He stirred the batter in a white marble bowl.
I brought it over to him. “Do you trust me?”
He turned to face me, putting the spatula down. His gaze flitted over to the can of cream in my hand. “This is getting interesting.”
“Close your eyes.” My gaze narrowed. “Keep them closed.”
He squeezed his eyelids shut and smirked. “Okay.”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“Like a submissive?”
“Kinda.”
“Fuck, no.”
“It’ll be more fun.”
“How about this?” He stretched out his arms along the central island and leaned back a little.
Kneeling before him, I sensed he knew what I was about to do, but either way this was too fun a game not to play. I pulled out the waistband of his boxers and squirted cream down and around his groin.
Then I fell back onto the floor, laughing wildly.
Cameron was staring at his cock with amusement. “Mia,” his tone was seductive.
Kneeling before him, I stared into his gorgeous chestnut eyes. “Yes, sir?” My hand reached for his waistband.
He slapped it away.
“I’m going to…you know.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.” His expression was unreadable.
“I’m going to lick it off.”
“You’ll need permission.”
I ran the tip of my tongue along my top lip suggestively. “I can never have enough of you,” I said breathlessly.
“How can I refuse? I’m all yours.”
I moved in to savor him, mouth wide as my lips wrapped around his formidable shaft, tasting the delicious mixture of cream and Cole and me.He still tasted of me.
THEY SAY RIGHT BEFORE ANearthquake nature becomes unsettled—detecting the imminent devastation that was to come from invisible ripples. Yet during those quiet seconds before the chaos begins everything feels perfect.
Which was why I was wary of this happiness.
