Page 96 of Shine: Sins of the Father
My mouth curls into a smile around him before I pull off. “Fiona will do just fine.”
His rumble of laughter is cut off by a quick intake of breath when I take the entire length into my mouth.
I lick and tease before starting a steady rhythm, pumping him in and out of my mouth. He thrusts up, meeting me each time I take him deep into my throat.
His fingers thread through my hair, and soon he’s pumping frantically until he jerks and releases his warm ejaculate onto my waiting tongue. I lap up every drop while his wild eyes watch every stroke of my tongue.
“That was better than I could ever have imagined. And trust me, I’ve imagined it.”
“Have you now?” I crawl up his body to lie across his chest.
His hands stroke up my sides, and he stares at the ceiling, reciting the list. “Abso-fucking-lutely. In the shower. In my bed. In my dreams. Before you came.”
My tinkling laughter draws his attention to me, and before I know it, he’s flipped me onto my back.
“My turn.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Fiona—
“You still didn’t tell him!” Janey all but screams at me as I pipe buttercream frosting onto the top of each of my decadent orange cupcakes.
“We were at the clubhouse.”
“How long are you really going to let this man you can’t seem to keep your hands off, not know about his son?”
I hang my head and then turn my gaze to where Dylan sits in his bouncy chair spinning a rattle. “You’re right. I’ll tell him. Today.”
“Promise me.” She drills her eyes into me, knowing I’ve never broken a promise to her, and I don’t plan to start.
“I promise.”
She nods, seemingly satisfied, and goes back to mixing more of the buttercream frosting.
After the morning rush and shooing Janey out of the store, I make a call to Shine.
“Hey babe. How’d Orange Dream cupcake day go?”
“Sold out in two hours.”
“That’s my girl.”
My heart melts a little at those words.My girl.
“I need to talk to you,” I blurt before I can talk myself out of it.
“Okay.”
I hear the bed creak as if he just sat up straighter.
“Not over the phone. I need to tell you this in person.”
“Should I be worried?”
I pause. Should he be? “No?” I settle on no, but it comes out more like a question.
“Well, that’s reassuring.” The sarcasm drips from his voice.
