Page 73 of Edge of Heaven

His tongue moves inside me, in and out, forcing my hips to grind in response. Then he slows down and I focus on wrapping my hands around him, stroking up and down before nibbling the tip. He simultaneously increases the pressure of his mouth, devouring me like a man starved.

There’s a finger inside me, moving in and out steadily—in time to the bobbing of my head around his cock. When I pick up speed, he does too, and I can’t control the trembling of my legs. I’m embarrassingly close to the edge, and it’s only been a few minutes.

So I suck harder, hands and mouth working in tandem, but just when I think he’s going to shoot, he backs off.

“Mick!” I whimper with distress.

“I want us to come together,” he whispers gruffly. “Are you close?”

“So close.”

“Here?” He curves the finger inside me and I moan.

“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

“There’s no stopping now.” He adds a second finger, and I open my mouth, taking his cock as far as I can. Using my free hand, I reach down, cupping his balls and then slowly increasing pressure until his hips shoot up. He simultaneously bites down on my clit and the world splinters into beautiful, sexy pieces.

“Michael!” I cry out his name, probably more than once, but I’m oblivious to everything but pleasure. The somersaults in my belly war with the pulsing between my legs and it seems like a long time before I can breathe again.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, gently rolling me to the side and then tugging me up and against his chest.

“Damn. I forgot how good you are.”

He chuckles. “You forgot? I guess I’m going to have to spend some time reminding you.”

“That sounds good.”

“I don’t want you to go back to him.”

I stiffen. “Mick, you know I have to.”

“Why can’t we figure out how to pay for Toby’s treatment together? Maybe I can borrow against my upcoming royalty. You can pay me back.”

“I thought we already covered this?”

“It’s a loan. It’s not the same thing as fixing it for you.”

“Do you have to ruin a beautiful moment talking about this stuff?”

“We don’t have a lot of opportunities to talk about anything,” he protests. “When else are we going to do it?”

“I’m close to getting away,” I promise. “I’m going to sit down and run some numbers after I get some sleep. See how close I am to coming up with the final two payments.”

“And then?”

“If I can swing it, I’ll leave him. I need him to make this week’s payment and then I’ll reassess. It takes so long for payments to come in from the different clients, so I’m not sure when I’m getting what, but once I have that sorted out, I can work on my exit plan.”

“Noplanis necessary,” he rumbles. “You tell me you’re ready and I’ll come down there and get you. I dare him to try and stop you with me standing there.”

“He can be mean. Especially when he’s high.”

“And I can handle myself. I also don’t plan to come alone. My band has my back, always. If I need them, they’ll be there. For me and for you.”

I bury my face in the hollow of his shoulder and hold on for dear life.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to find a guy like Mick, but he gives me the strength to get through whatever is waiting for me between now and when I can leave. Callum will be surlier than usual today but knowing Mick is on the other side of this is something to look forward to.

“Taryn?” His voice is almost as warm as his body and it’s going to require Herculean strength to get up from this bed and go back to the room I share with Callum.

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