Page 114 of Too Safe

He licks me again, adds a third finger, then somehow adds a thumb to the mix to create the perfect amount of pressure against my clit.

Holy. Shit.

“Yes,” I mewl. “Please, Daddy. Please.”

Oh. Holy shit. For real this time.Where the hell did that come from?

Kylian pauses and sits back on his knees, but his fingers remain firmly on their target.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“Daddy,” I whimper without overthinking. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

He whistles. “Yep. That’ll do it. New kink unlocked.” Then he dives back down between my legs, closes his mouth around my pussy and clit, and sucks so hard I buck up and almost dislodge him.

Without missing a beat, he wraps his free arm around my waist, positioning me perfectly.

He alternates sucking and biting, each graze of his teeth against my clit growing harder in intensity. I can hear my arousal as he works his fingers in and out of my body. He hums against me, and that’s all it takes. I explode into a million little fragments. Each piece scatters across the universe as he laps at me.

Kylian kisses my pussy, my belly, my thighs—worshipping my body as I come down from my post-orgasm daze.

Eventually, he crawls up the bed and flops down beside me, turning and hitting me with a shit-eating grin. Or would it be a pussy-eating grin?

“And that’s two,” he declares.

Victorious.

I snuggle up and nuzzle into his chest, sated and boneless in all the best ways.

“I didn’t know you were so competitive,” I tease, kissing his chest and melting into him. I know he doesn’t sleep well if I’m draped all over him, but I can’t resist a good post-orgasm cuddle.

He strokes my hair, then snags a water bottle from the nightstand and hands it to me. “Just because I sit on the sidelines at the games doesn’t mean I’m not going to play to win in the bedroom, Jo.”

There’s a hint of teasing in his tone. But there’s a bite to his words, too.

And that bite makes me go rigid. Because maybe there’s more truth to his declaration than I previously considered.

“Is that how this is going to end?” I ask, slightly panicked. “Between you and Locke… or whoever,” I add, wincing. “Someone will be declared the winner?”

Kylian is quiet, and when I tip my head back to search his face, he’s wearing a slight frown that’s more thoughtful than upset. He meets my gaze and goes back to stroking my head.

“I think that’s up to you. As weird as it sounds, we work well together. We’ve always been a team. I don’t know how this’ll play out; I just know I’m in.”

Chapter 45

Josephine

Iwakeupbaskingin an aura of crimson as sunlight filters through one of the stained-glass panels of the cupola.

I swear I sleep better here than anywhere else. It’s the safety of this space, the security Kylian’s presence gives me. The soundproofing and lack of windows don’t hurt either.

Kylian stirs, pulling me close and kissing my hair before throwing his arm over his eyes.

“Can you hand me my glasses?” he asks, his voice scratchy and sexy from sleep. It sends flashes of last night racing through my mind immediately. The echoes of all the delicious, dirty things he whispered send shivers through me.

I snag his glasses off the side table, inspecting the thick lenses for a moment before handing them over.

“How bad is your vision?” I ask on a yawn.

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