Page 47 of Twisted Empire

I gave him a playfully baleful look but opened my mouth. When he popped the fruit between my lips, the sweet-and-sour juice had my taste buds singing.

“My turn,” I said, snatching the fork from him, and raised a slice of orange to his lips.

We devoured the entire container of fruit that way, going back and forth. More and more heat collected low in my belly with each glimpse of some tidbit disappearing into Slade’s skilled mouth. When he licked his lips after the last morsel, a quiver shot straight to my pussy. For a second, I forgot that the point was to eat.

Slade hadn’t. He retrieved the custard pastries from the second bag and offered one to me.

The custard flooded my mouth, the perfect mix of smooth and creamy, and I couldn’t hold back a groan. Slade’s gaze lingered on my face as I polished off the pastry in record time. Then he leaned toward me.

“You missed a little.”

He dabbed his thumb at the corner of my mouth to wipe a little blob of custard and then held it out for me. Meeting his eyes, I sucked the tip of his thumb into my mouth. It was hard to say what I enjoyed more—the last bit of sweetness or the flare of desire in his dark gaze.

“And now I need to return the favor,” he said, his voice getting husky, and caught my hand in his. He brought my fingers to his mouth and flicked out his tongue to lick the crumbs off each tip, one after the other. With each gentle but heated swipe, I could feel my panties dampening.

By the time he reached my little finger, I was holding myself back from squirming in my seat. My thighs pressed together against the ache between my legs.

But Slade had never been one to leave me hanging. He slid his fingers up my arm to my shoulder and then down my side before tugging me onto his lap. “I don’t think I’ve quite had my fill yet.”

His mouth descended on mine, the delectable flavors of the meal mingling together with the heat of desire that’d already kindled between us. I arched into the kiss, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.

Slade’s lips melded with mine, coaxing them open so his tongue could slip between them and tease over my own. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, one hand stroking up and down my torso. His fingers caught on the hem of my hoodie and slipped beneath it to stroke the bare skin of my waist where my T-shirt had ridden up.

A whimper traveled up my throat. I wanted more, so much more of this gorgeous, playful, and devoted man who’d created one of the most romantic moments of my life in the middle of a maelstrom.

His fingers crept up my side toward my breasts and brushed over the cups of my bra. Another needy sound tumbled out of me, but when I opened my eyes to gaze into Slade’s, my awareness of the world around us snapped back into sharper focus.

We were still sitting in the carousel sleigh, the wider park all around us. No one had come by so far, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t.

I hesitated automatically, and Slade eased back a bit to study my expression. “Everything all right?”

I bit my lip. “Anyone could come by and see us. Maybe we should take this back to the house.”

Slade let out a low chuckle and nuzzled my neck just below my ear, a spot that sent a giddy tingle rushing over my skin. “I’d have thought that was a benefit, not a problem, considering how we got started. You seem to enjoy a little risk. But I guess we did have a little more cover in the library. Let’s see if I can find the right balance for you, Piccolina.”

Without warning, he lifted me into the air and tucked me against his chest as he strode around the carousel. “Slade!” I protested half-heartedly.

“Hmm,” he said, ignoring my chiding. “This should put us out of view from the path.”

He set me down on one of the wooden horses that was poised on its pole close to the carousel floor. With me perched sideways on its saddle, facing Slade, I was just the right height for him to step between my splayed knees.

He tangled his fingers in my hair and dipped his head close to mine. “No one should notice us here unless they go out of their way to peek, in which case it’s their fault—or if you make too much noise, in which case it’s yours.”

I trembled eagerly at the wicked amusement in his voice and couldn’t resist tugging him to me for another kiss.

As our mouths collided again and again, I rocked against Slade’s waist. He teased his fingers over my chest, delving right inside my bra to roll my nipples until I gasped. Swallowing the sound, he stroked me again and again until I was clutching at him, my lips searing against his with my desire to connect with him in every possible way.

Then his hand skimmed down my body to my sweatpants. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and hefted me up an inch with his other hand, managing to tug the fabric right off me. I only realized he’d taken my panties with them when he set me back down and I felt my bare ass against the aged wood.

“You taste so good, Maddie,” he murmured. “But there’s more of you I want to taste before we’re through.”

“Slade,” I mumbled, picking up on his intention before he’d even sunk to his knees.

He leaned between my thighs and flicked his thumb over my clit and lower. “So wet for me already. That’s my girl.”

At my whimper, he pressed his mouth up against me. His tongue swept over and then into my slit, parting me with a bolt of pure bliss. His upper lip worked against my clit, massaging pulses of pleasure into it as his tongue consumed me.

I tried to hold back any louder sounds, but my breath broke into pants despite my best efforts. “Please,” I gasped. “Please.”

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