Page 127 of The Holiday Clause
Christ. He couldn’t talk, let alone think.
“Grey, tell me if you want more pressure. I like when you guide me.”
His dick already pulsed and leaked. The mere whisper of her breath had him ready to explode. “You can go a little harder.”
“Like this?”
“Exactly.” His legs fell open and he moaned as she worked his cock with long, firm strokes. His breath turned heavy at the exquisite pressure. Scented oil coated his flesh and perfumed the air.
“I was thinking about what you said last night.”
He couldn’t even remember his name at the moment. “Remind me…”
“About…finishing in my mouth.”
Christ…“And?”
“I think we should try that.”
“Jesus,” he breathed. Looking at her was a mistake. The way she leaned over him, jerking his cock, he could see right down her shirt.
She blushed, smiled, then lowered her head to take him in her mouth.
He drew in a full breath as the suctioning heat engulfed him. His hands sank into her hair, guiding her, as she stroked her hand beneath her sliding lips.
“Fuck.” Nothing should feel that good.
She moaned, and the sound vibrated through him. He drew his knees up and tightened his fingers in her hair. He’d been hard for hours. No chance in hell existed of him making it through this without coming down her throat.
“Wren,” he groaned, letting the surrealness of her mouth on him settle in. That was all it took. His ass cheeks tightening as his dick started to pulse. “Baby?—”
He grunted as she pumped his cock faster, sucking even harder. She finished him without letting up, and his muscles spasmed as he surrendered his control.
The softest sound of distress escaped her throat when that first shot jetted into her mouth. Her shoulders tensed, but then she went down. His head fell back as she sucked him tighter before slowly pulling back.
She smiled proudly, licking her lips. All traces of his release gone. “Is that what you had in mind?”
He threw the towels onto the floor and pulled her into a hard kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.” Despite finishing, he remained hard. He wanted to rip off her clothes and claim her.
She buried her face in his throat and shyly laughed. “So it was good?”
“Beyond.” He kissed her again, this time softer. “Not just the blowjob either. The massage was incredible. My back feels amazing. What can’t you do?”
She laughed again. “I kill orchids.”
“I don’t know what an orchid is, so that means nothing.”
“They’re really pretty flowers, but I can never keep them alive.”
He would buy her a hundred orchids. She could murder every single one. She was still fucking perfect in his eyes.
CHAPTER 19
“Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow …”
“How didyou get him to do all of this?”
Wren looked up at Lilly from where she fussed with the printer on the shelf. “What do you mean?”
