Page 58 of The Last Date

Mom: Good grief. I’ll take care of it.

Me: Thank you.

Mom: Were you limping when you two took off tonight?

Me: Slashed my leg climbing out the window to get away from Dad. I’m fine. Oakley took care of me.

Mom: Are you sure you’re okay? Are you in pain?

Me: All stitched up. Totally fine. Might not be home for a few days, because I am not dealing with Dad right now.

Mom: Don’t worry. I’ll be dealing with him. Goodnight.

Oakley’s smirk made me strangely proud of myself. “Sasha, you took care of that perfectly. Thank you.”

“My father has hardly ever stood up to my mom when she really digs in. She’ll have him straighten everything out first thing in the morning, and likely give him hell about it for weeks.”

His slow, heavy sigh didn’t exactly sound like relief. “My financial people are going to likely ask me whether or not we want to charge him.”

“There might not be any real evidence,” I said slowly. “He has a team of computer wizards. He talks about them all the time.”

“We can figure that all out tomorrow.”

Oakley’s deep green eyes became darker as he stood me in front of his bed, slipping my dress off slowly.

“Did you want to go to sleep now?” he asked, has his lips worked up mischievously on one side.

“No,” I purred, slipping off his tie. While he fussed with my bra, I got in his way by unbuttoning his shirt.

“We’re not very coordinated at this yet,” he chuckled. “We’re going to need lots and lots of practice.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

My bra and his shirt were tossed on the floor, followed by the rest of our clothes. Tracing my hand along Oakley’s thigh and hip, I stared at the pattern of flames across his warm skin. “Bad boy.”

“I swear, I’m only going to use my bad boy energy for you from now on.”

“Like sneaking me into museums like a criminal?”

“That, and a lot more. I’m going to take you to a winery that will let you mix your own blend. And a chocolatier who will let you design a few dozen of your own bars.”

“Some people thought I was spoiled before. This is going to get ridiculous,” I laughed, as he picked me up and laid me across the bed.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

The intensity of his eyes revealed what I always suspected. Oakley was a little obsessed with me. I hated to admit it, but that knowledge made my heart burn with lust.

His large hands spread my thighs gently, as he dove between them, licking and sucking as if he had been starving for me. My cries spilled out into the room, swirling around us, my fingers clutching his hair .

As his thumbs spread me open, his tongue dragging steadily across that tender nerve cluster, the pressure inside me grew quickly. After an adrenaline rush of a night, this was precisely what I craved. Releasing a shuddering exhale, his finger began to spin and twirl, dancing around my entrance, then slipping inside.

His eyes were molten, practically glowing as he stared at me, licking faster, harder, waiting for me to lose myself with him.

He was upfront with me from the beginning that he found me attractive, but now that I understood how much he wanted to feed my soul, and make me happy forever, I was able to relax completely.

“Harder,” I whispered, my fingers clenching in the sides of his hair as I ground against him.

His tongue was bathing me, touching every nerve, as his finger moved feverishly inside me, so fast it almost made me ache.

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