Page 83 of Gorgeous

He’s panting when I moan around him, reaching down to pleasure myself. Frustrated, he tugs against his restraints, trying to speak. I shush the indecipherable words, releasing him from my mouth and raking my teeth softly against his velvet shaft. “Do you see me dripping, Cade?” Sheathing my teeth, I suck sweetly before doing it again. “Do you see my faceas I bring you to the cusp of pleasure? Why do you fight us?” Another suck. “Why do you fight this attraction? Be with me, Cade. Take a chance. I won’t let you down.”

Cade grunts, yanking at his restraints.

My smile ratchets upward as he proves unsuccessful. “I can wait. I can be patient.”

Another rake of my teeth has him bowing forward. “But in the meantime, I plan on shattering you. You’ll never see another face but mine when someone kneels at your feet.” I suck hard at his head, yanking his weakened body forward, allowing him to gag me. Talking around his pulsing length, I vow, “I’m going to destroy every single memory you have of that woman until you can’t even remember the color of her hair.”

With one final pull, I slam his hipbones over and over into my chest, choke after choke until he finally roars behind his gag, coming down my throat in hot, creamy spurts. I swallow every last drop from his satiated body until he goes limp inside me.

Gently, I release him, his body jumping at the sensitive touch of cool air. I rise, steady, and clutch the back of his neck, pulling the underwear from his mouth.

Cade’s eyes are fierce when I claim, “Now I bet you won’t envision some journalist.”

I push away from him, turning my back to his flushed face. He needs some time to digest that he just came and didn’t have a flashback. Score one for Breck.

Situating my dress and snagging my clutch from the nightstand, I head for the door. “See ya later, darling.”

His voice is dangerously raspy when he calls to me, inches from the hallway, “Breck. Let me take you home.”

As much as I would like to climb in the bed and sleep the night away with him, I honestly think we need to take this slow. I disrupted his entire thought process by tying him up and sucking him off. He needs space. And shit, I need time with my vibrator. He may have gotten off, but I’m still pent-up as fuck.

Feeling stronger than I am, I square up my shoulders, flash him a flirty smile, and wrench open the door. “Another time.” And then I slam the door behind me.

“Breck!” Shouts of fury and the scraping of furniture is all I can hear as I hustle down the hallway. I can ask one of the guys for a ride home. I wouldn’t dare piss Cade off by walking, and I think my feet would stage a protest in these heels. I smile stupidly, very pleased with myself. I brought Cade Jameson to his fucking knees.

I run into something or someone rather hard. “Looks like you took my advice.” Theo.

His eyes are alight with playful curiosity. I shrug, not wanting to give anything away. “Eh, he lost a game we were playing.”

Theo chuckles. “I know all about those types of games. Pussy is always a killer.” He turns away, chuckling to himself and going on aboutmotherfucking pussy voodoo. I don’t know what that means, but whatever.

I hear stomping and yelling coming from Cade’s room.

Before I can think through it, I dart down the steps, almost giggling until my feet disappear out from under me, and I yell. The pissed off Marine grabs me by the arm, lacing his other arm behind my knees, tossing me over his shoulder easily.

“Put me down. I need to go home!” Well, not really, but he seems pretty mad, and survival instinct tells me I need to seek refuge andnotat the McAllister Jameson Foundation.

“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere.” Cade slaps my ass hard, and the shocked gasp I make isn’t missed by Theo who smothers a laugh down below me. Traitor. “You started this, and you will finish it,” Cade growls, readjusting me on his massive shoulder.

“I thought I already did,” I pop off, damn proud of my quick comeback. It’s short-lived, though, because Cade delivers another stinging slap to my ass cheek before he growls, digging his fingers into my thigh.

“Ow! Theo!” I yell, seeing the traitor who I thought was my partner in crime smiling below me. “You said…” I trail off, not wanting to give away his advice. He said I was powerful.

Another sting as Cade clomps up the stairs. I’m sure my ass is going to swell up. I flip Theo off. This is not funny.

“I never said he wouldn’t retaliate. Hang in there, B. Looks like you’re in for a rough night.” He salutes me before disappearing out of sight with shaking shoulders as Cade takes a slight turn into his bedroom and deposits me onto the bed without even trying to be gentle.

I flop across his sheets, legs spread, hair in my mouth and eyes like some kind of ratchet ragdoll. Totally sexy. “What was that for?” I whisper-yell, a little pissed off. Righting my gown, I huff out my annoyance at this caveman attitude I’m witnessing tonight, and inch up the bed until I reach the headboard.

The man whose body looks like a Greek sculpture sits down in his chair and just stares at me, jaw clenched. His shirt is torn and draped open like the curtains to his soul, allowing me only a glimpse of the scars he wears on his skin. His chest rises and falls in a harsh rhythm while his enchanting jade colored eyes hold me in captive silence.

“You want to be mine, Brecklyn?” The deep gravelly tone of his voice is like I’ve never heard before. Sure, I’ve heard itraspy, but never like this. He sounds almost predatory, like he’s about to interrogate a man instead of asking me a loaded-ass question.

I swallow. I’m not sure if he’s finished scaring the shit out of me or not. He slides the pad of his finger along the seam of his lips before he breathes against it and asks, “You want to shatter me?” I was a little caught up in the moment when I said that. “Answer me, Brecklyn.”

Ah, hell. He used my full name again. I’m guessing a joke would be received negatively at this point in the conversation. Clutching the soft sheets in my hand, I answer him honestly for once. Theo was right about one thing: Whether Cade wants to admit it or not, I mean something to him.

So I decide to be brave. “Yes.”

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