Fuck. His dick swelled behind his zipper. He hated that suddenly the words weren’t enough for the rest of him. He wanted more than Remi wanting his hands on her. He wanted her to need him, to love him.

“Let me thank you, Brick. Let me show you how much this means to me,” she insisted, her hands working his belt open.

His stomach muscles tensed as she undid the button and lowered his zipper.

“What are you doing?” he groaned as her hands slid down his thighs when she dropped to her knees.

“Thanking you,” she said. Her breath was hot against his aching cock.

His next words were forgotten as her velvet mouth closed over the tip of his cock.

Blindly, he slapped his hands against the door to hold himself upright as Remington Ford performed miracles on her knees. That mouth. That fucking glorious, wicked mouth was doing things to him in the dark that he couldn’t comprehend. The rough of her tongue, the drag of her teeth. And when she gripped him at the root, when she closed those eager fingers around him tight, he knew he’d never be the same.

“I want to make you feel good,” he said, the words coming out rough and tumble.

“You will. Later. This is just for you,” she said, her lips feathering over the tip. Tongue darting out to dance over the slit where even now moisture gathered. Getting sucked off by Remi in a dark closet. It had probably been a fantasy. Probably been something to keep him up at night after another family gathering. Another dinner across the table from her.

He couldn’t go back now. He couldn’t go back to before he knew what she felt like writhing under him, begging him for everything he could give her. Couldn’t go back to a time when he didn’t know what it felt like to fuck her sweet mouth. There would be no more Thanksgivings or Christmases together if she left. He wouldn’t be able to look at her and not remember this. She was going to ruin him.

And he couldn’t stop himself from letting her.

Her lips coasted down over his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, working him in wet strokes. He could imagine her on her knees in front of him. Picture those green eyes looking up at him in wonder as he swelled in her mouth. As his balls drew up against his body, fire burning inside them.

She gave him so much with her body. But he wanted more. He wanted forever with her.

But right now. Right now. She was taking him to heaven.

His fingers dug into the metal of the door. He couldn’t help himself, he had to thrust. Fisting one hand in that glorious hair. He used his grip to guide her pace. Soft grunts clawed their way out of his throat as a pleasure so intense burned him from the inside out. It was building at the base of his spine. In his balls. The pulsing throb was almost painful.