Page 100 of Worthy

“Oh. Good.” She hesitated a moment before blurting out what she really wanted to say. “I saw your press conference.”

“Yeah?” For once, it was Austin’s turn to sound unsure of himself. “What did you think?”

“Did you mean all those things you said about me?”

Lifting a hand to her cheek, he stroked the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone. “Every last word, baby. And if you come home, I swear I will spend every second of my life making sure you never doubt it again.”

“Okay,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Okay, what, Katherine?”

“I’d like to come home, sir. With you.”

The blue of his eyes lit with happiness as he grinned down at her. “Really?”

“Yes. Even if that means being in the spotlight from time to time, I’ll handle it. I shouldn’t have to run and hide just because some morons with a computer don’t think I’m skinny enough to fuck a baseball player.”

“That’s my girl. Come here, kitten.”

Shifting to straddle him, she brushed a kiss over his lips. “Make love to me, sir. Please?”

Those strong, calloused hands ran up her sides to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples into hardened points until she whimpered with need.

“My beautiful kitten,” he murmured, pinching the peaks just hard enough to send a zing of pleasure directly to her clit. “My beautiful, smart, strong girl. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sir.”

“On your back, kitten. I want to taste you.”

Desperate for him, she scrambled off his lap, stretching out on the couch, completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

“You were such a good girl for me tonight.” Shifting to kneel between her thighs, he pressed a kiss to her stomach. “Would you like your reward?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come as often as you want. You don’t have to wait for permission.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered again with a grin.

He took his time with her, using his tongue and those clever fingers to push her straight over the edge of the first orgasm before she could blink. And when the shockwaves of pleasure had slowed, when he normally would have stopped and pulled away, he took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard enough to have her arching up off the cushions.

“Sir!”

“Again, kitten.”

As usual, he got his way, ignoring her pleas for him to stop until they turned into demands for him to continue. Again, she shattered, everything in her turning liquid and molten as she collapsed under him.

And still, he didn’t stop. Pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain lanced through her when he speared her with his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside of her as he continued to work her clit.

“Sir, please. I can’t. It hurts!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Fleetingly, she wondered if he meant to break her again, just as he had on stage. He was doing a damn good job of it, if that was his intent.

By the time he finished with her, every breath was a sob of desperation, and her throat was raw from screaming his name with each climax. And then he braced himself above her, entering her so slowly that she felt each torturous inch moving inside her swollen, abused pussy.

“Sir.” The word was a sigh, torn from her lips as she arched under him, welcoming him.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her right bicep, whereHOMEwas still printed in his neat, bold lettering. His lips met hers, and they moved together until he reached his own peak, emptying himself into her.

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