Page 87 of Gorgeous

“Yeah?” My voice is strained, attempting to keep my amusement under wraps. “Count,” he demands before he shoves his tongue right through my entrance, sucking up any remaining laughter from me. “I can’t hear you,” the asshole says from underneath me.

“Forty-three,” I mutter out, my neck feeling like the sun is beating down on top of it even though we’re indoors. Cade’s licks are slow and methodic like he’s disarming a bomb and not eating me out. His tongue circles my opening, creeping up at an annoying pace to where I want him most.

“Now see, Brecklyn, this is lazy.” Excruciatingly slow, Cade circles my clit. Smartass.

Knees that have only ever run when something was chasing me buckle, and I have to grab his thighs of steel for support.

“Did your Ken doll do that better, too?”

Now he’s just being petty.

“No, but my vibrator does,” I manage between pants. Cade hums a disbelieving sound against me, and then … oh God. My knees give when he drags the scruff of his face against my sensitive flesh. It tickles but hurts in a way I can’t quite explain other than it feels fucking incredible. His bottom lip drags along, the wetness of his mouth soothing the burn.

“I’m gonna come,” I whimper against his cock. His dick jumps against my cheek but I don’t even have it in me to love on it. Cade has me reduced to a sweaty noodle.

“No you aren’t. Count.”

This time, I really am whiny when I respond, “You’re not even doing the exercise properly anymore.” Really, he hasn’t pulled up since rep forty-one.

“That’s because you aren’t counting,” he says, his breath feathery against me. This is not playing fair.

“I was—” My argument is cut short with a cry of pain? Pleasure? I can’t tell because a bright light flashes behind my eyes and I swear I’ve died. When I come to, Cade’s teeth are squeezing my swollen bundle while he sucks furiously. He sucks so hard that my clit will be shredded and unusable by the time he’s done with it.

Cade Jameson is fucking wrecking me.

I cry out against him, my eyes watering, my mouth dropping open from how fucking crazy good this feels.

The man who was just laughing seconds ago shifts and removes his head from between my legs. His face is glossy, and I’m not ashamed at all. I do, however, want to yell, “What the fuck?” I was so not finished. But I back off and stay quiet since … well, you know what happened last time.

Cade makes a movement like he wants to get up. I let go of his legs, straightening my body back into an upright position.

“Are you okay?” I ask him. He doesn’t say anything, only drawing up to the bar, pulling his legs through his arms and dropping down on the mat below.

I stand in awe of his masculine power when he lunges, startling me. I let out this girly squeal when he growls. But instead of shoving me to the ground, he loops my legs around his waist and carries me to a bench, laying me down.

“What are you doing?”

Cade flips up my dress and parts my legs. The air is frosty against my feverish skin. I swear he would only have to blow on me and I would come.

“I’m more than okay,” he mumbles, answering my earlier question while placing soft kisses to my restrained thigh. Thank God I shaved this morning. His head moves toward my center, leaving a wake of sweat down my leg. I’m not ashamed to say that at this point, I could lick the sweat off his face if he would let me. This man brings my inner whore right out.

I fist a handful of those wavy curls, and he takes that as his cue, burying his face right into my center. Moans fill the dead space, and it takes me a second to realize it’s me. Cade’s hand snakes up my dress, squeezing my breast, cupping it firmly and silencing me.

I close my eyes and focus on the warmth, the vibration of his throat as his tongue swirls my clit. I’m sweating, feeling like my blood sugar is low when someone bangs on the door, causing Cade and I both to jump.

I sit up and look down at him between my legs, his lips covered in my arousal. God, he looks so sexy on his knees.

But then we hear, “Finish her,” in a Mortal Kombat voice as someone passes by, and we both laugh.

“I’m sorry,” he says, chuckling against my leg. “Nothing is ever private in this house.”

I shrug off his apology. I really don’t care how many people hear us or know what we’re doing. I’ll take Cade Jameson any way I can get him. And besides, I could pick Hayes’ voice out of a line-up. He was probably coming to work out and heard us. Little shit.

“I know what I’m getting into, Major. Now, where were we again?”

The smile that tugs at his bottom lip should be memorialized. Bright and happy Cade Jameson smiles over the top of my pussy, and what he says against my clit has me coming on his pretty face.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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