Page 43 of Hot Assets: The Carmichael Triplets

“You’re naked,” he said, his voice deepening.

I smiled. “You noticed.”

“I’m a cop. It’s my job to notice important things.” His words were growled out. His Adam’s apple slid up and down with his swallow. “For example, I noticed your erect nipples the minute you opened the door.”

“Excellent observation skills, Detective.”

He untied the belt holding the silk robe on and pushed it off my shoulders. He groaned his appreciation. “Damn, woman. No one should look as good as you do.”

Arousal flooded from me. His rough, sex-charged voice stroked me without touching me. I was going up in flames beneath his touches.

His mouth found mine in a long, deep kiss as his large, callused hands roamed freely, gliding over my hot flesh. Soon, his mouth followed the trail of his hands, lips and tongue gliding along the paths his fingers had already traveled.

Fire roared inside me. Lust roiled through me, seizing me in its powerful grip. My head fell back on my shoulders as his tongue circled my navel.

He dropped to his knees and buried his nose between my thighs. “Fuck, you smell so good.” His tongue stroked between my legs. My bones dissolved even as a shiver racked me. “Nectar of the gods,” he murmured.

I was beginning to wobble. I widened my stance in an attempt to remain standing upright, but my knees were threatening to give out at any moment. When his tongue dipped inside me, I groaned as my stomach flipped. My hips began to thrust without any conscious thought on my part. I just knew I needed to move.

“Fuck, Zack. More,” I groaned out. I swayed toward him.

Putting his hand on my stomach, he gently lowered me to the edge of the bed, my legs hanging over the side and my feet on the floor. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and set my feet on his shoulders, spreading me wide for him.

I’d never felt so exposed while feeling so safe. Only he had the power to make me feel this way. No one else ever had. In my heart, I knew no one ever would.

He lapped the flat of his tongue through my swollen folds and around my erect clit.

“Oh my…” I groaned and pushed my feet against his broad shoulders reflexively. My stomach clenched and pulled. My thighs began to shake. The throbbing of my pussy became a demand for more. My hips jutted off the bed, shifting and lifting to meet his tongue. My only thought he was destroying me, but then he bit and sucked one of my enflamed lips, and I cried out in complete ecstasy. When he then moved back to my rigid clit and sucked hard, a storm lashed wild and free inside me.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I cried out as a thick strand of tension coiled inside me, ready to explode.

“On my tongue,” he demanded. “Come on my tongue. I need to taste you, have you.”

My back ached, pressing my head firmly into the mattress. The tightly wound coil released, sending an electrical jolt through me again and again. White lights and bright lightning bolts danced behind my closed eyelids. A low, guttural groan vibrated my chest.

And then my legs went lax, falling to the side. It was only then that I realized I’d probably squeezed the crap out of his head with my thighs when I’d come.

I sighed with blessed contentment. “Thanks. I needed that.” I scooted farther onto the bed and pulled my legs up. “Do all the waiters at the Marble Mansion provide delivery services?”

He laughed. “For you, it’s only me.”

I flicked my fingers at his clothes. “Off, off. I don’t want to be the only one in my birthday suit.”

With a smirk, he reached over his shoulders, grabbed a handful of shirt material, and jerked it over his head, pulling the sleeves inside out, as only a man can do. He tossed the material to the corner.

I grinned and knee-walked to the edge of the bed to unfasten his belt. Then, just to torture him a tad, I slowly unzipped his pants. I was careful not to catch his raging erection in the zipper’s teeth. That’d kill both of our nights.

He brushed my hands away and hurriedly pushed his slacks and underwear to the floor while, at the same time, toeing off his shoes. An ankle holster had to be removed before he could get to his socks. Once the holster was secured on the dresser, both socks were flung to where his shirt lay.

“Is it crazy that I found watching you remove your gun and holster incredibly hot?” I reached out to wrap my fingers around his fully engorged cock, but he shifted his hips to move out of my reach.

He shook his head. “Can’t take it. I’ll explode if you land one finger on me.”

I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout. “Just one lick?”

With a grin, he tossed a couple of condom packages on the bedside table. “Nope. One lick, and I’m a goner.” He joined me on the bed as I scooted backward to make room.

“Only two condoms?” I asked with an arched brow. “Oh ye of little faith.”

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