Chapters (33)
- Cover
- The
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- A Note to Readers
- The Wicked World
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- More Books By Melissa Foster
- Acknowledgments
- Meet Melissa
He took her clit between his teeth, pushing a finger inside her and stroking that magical spot like a detonator, hurling her into ecstasy. She bit down to keep from crying out, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her orgasm gripped and soared, ravaging her entire being. She bucked and moaned, clinging to him until she had nothing left, and she lay back, boneless and euphoric. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she said in one long breath.
Tobias grinned, his lips wet with her arousal. He took his time lapping it up before gathering her in his arms.
She rested her cheek on his chest. “I like your games.”
“We’re not done here.” He lifted her chin, dragging his thumb across her lower lip. “I want your sexy mouth on my cock.”
“So do I,” fell from her lips as she slid off the counter. She had a fleeting thought about where they were, but it was no match for the desires pounding through her as she opened his jeans. She tugged them down to his ankles and pushed him back against the wall. “Get lower. I want to be on my knees.”
He sank lower, and she hiked her dress up to her waist and knelt, taking his beautiful, thick length in her hand, then proceeded to lick and suck and tease as he bit out curses, his hands fisted in her hair. Everything he did, every noise he made as she took him to the back of her throat, sucking for all she was worth, turned her on. She was lost in his pleasure, drenched between her legs again, and she never wanted to be found. But she had a surprise for him. Slowing her pace, she stroked him tighter, feeling him swell in her hand.
“Fuck,” he bit out. “I’m going to come so hard.”
She withdrew his cock from her mouth. “One sec.” She began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
“What are—”
His words were lost as she unhooked the front of her bra, pulling the cups, and her dress, to the sides, baring her breasts. The lust in his eyes nearly did her in as she said, “Finish on me.” She reached between her legs, working her clit. She was so close to coming, it wouldn’t take long.
“Christ, Blue Eyes.” He fisted his cock. Their gazes locked as he pumped fast and tight, eyes brimming with emotions so deep, she wanted to bottle them up and keep them forever. She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking between his big hand wrapped around his dick and those captivating eyes. Shaking with need, trying to stave off her orgasm, she pleaded, “Tobias, I’m so close.”
“Now, baby. Now—”