Page 118 of Wild Card
“I don’t know. Maybe a bit of both,” he confesses.
“How long will you be away?” I saunter toward him, unable to resist the pull. “I feel like I might miss you.”
He quirks a brow. “Oh yeah?”
I nod and draw up close, sliding one hand over his rib cage. With him tucked against me, I turn us just enough to close the door behind him and flick the lock shut.
His face remains impassive, but I can read the question in his eyes. It saysGwen, what the fuck are you up to now?Because he knows I’m full of antics, and I think that’s one of the things he likes about me.
My hands roam from his waist, running up and back down for a second before reaching for my shirt and tugging it up over my head. My boobs are strapped down tight in a heavy-duty sports bra, but even this setup can’t contain my cleavage, and all it takes is one look for Bash to let out a groan.
“Guinevere, what are you doing?”
I smirk and ditch the bra too. “Giving you a parting gift.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “This is not helping me want to leave.”
I shoot him a sultry wink. “Gotta keep you coming back for more.”
He sobers for a beat. “I’m never going to get enough. I can promise you that much. I’ll always be coming back to you.”
I swallow, struck by the sincerity in his words. I’ve never wanted to stay in one place until now. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m desperate for it to be here. With him.
The realization brings me a sense of peace I’ve never felt before. Like I’m not just rushing through life, trying to get to the next place. Running from my past and desperately searching for a place I belong. Suddenly, I don’t have anywhere else to be.
I’m right where I belong.
And with that in mind, I offer him a soft smile and drop to my knees. “A little extra motivation never hurt anyone.”
His head tips back on a groan as I work on his pants. Button, zipper, boxers. When I pull them down, his big hard cock springs free and I lick my lips. I peek up at him again, and he’s watching me. Always watching me.
I wrap my palm around his length and squeeze.
“I think the only thing this will accomplish is making me not want to leave, Gwen.”
I pump. “It will give you something to think about while you’re at work.”
“If I think about this, I’ll crash my plane,” he replies absently, his gaze flitting behind me. I turn to follow his line of sight and realize that he’s watching us in the mirror. Him standing above me. Me kneeling at his feet, topless, with his dick in my hands.
With a knowing smirk on my lips, I shuffle, turning us slightly, so he can watch us in profile. Then I take him in my mouth. Palms flat against his muscular thighs, I swallow his steely length, going far enough that I almost gag.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he hisses, lifting my hair with his fist and flexing his hips.
My lashes flutter and I swallow, working to take all of him. I love when he takes control like this.
I pull back off with a wet popping noise and stare up at him. His chest heaves, the navy fabric of his shirt stretching in the most alluring way between his broad shoulders, as I open my mouth and stick my tongue out in offering. He turns to take in the view in the mirror, shaking his head slightly as I stay in position.
“You’re such a filthy little tease. And it’s hot as hell, baby. Never change.”
He slowly presses his cock into my mouth, my lips suctioned tight as I hum in satisfaction. Watching him feel so undone over me is the ultimate high.
“This hot little mouth.” He thrusts again, my cheeks hollowing out as he does. “Un-fucking-beatable.”
I preen, eyes boring into him, saying what my mouth can’t right now—that I fucking love this.
I flatten my tongue, letting him use me. The smooth heat of him fills me, bumping into the back of my throat. My eyes water and I meet his every thrust, always eager for more with him. I grip his thighs, holding on for the ride as he smooths his knuckles over my cheeks, looking at me with so much love in his eyes.
“That’s it, Gwen. Suck it.” His words are choppy, his breathing labored. He glances in the mirror again, as though he can’t decide which view he prefers. “So fucking pretty like this.”
