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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

Her eyes narrowed. “I’ll do what I want, when I want.” She sat back on her heels.

His rumbling growl earned nothing more than a giggle. She continued licking around the broad head, across the slit at the tip, moaning and stroking, until his every muscle flexed with restraint.

“Jesus, Blue Eyes, you’re killing me.” Seeing her plump lips stretched around his cock nearly did him in. “Are you gonna let me come in that pretty mouth of yours?”

“I guess we’ll see. But if I do, and you don’t give me what I want”—she leaned closer, lowering her voice—“you’ll never get near my mouth again.”

Her confidence was as hot as that shadow of vulnerability he’d glimpsed earlier. “What is it that you want?”

“When you come, I want to hear my name fly off your lips. Got it, Sir Broodiness?”

“Sir Broodiness?” He grinned. “Damn, I like that.”

“That’s not an answer,” she challenged.

Holding her steady gaze, he parroted her words. “I guess we’ll see.”

She started to lower her mouth over his dick but stopped, reaching up to touch his fisted hand in her hair. “I set the pace, but you can help me stay there.”

Christ, this woman was his every fantasy come true.

She teased the crown again and took just the head in her mouth, sucking as she stroked his length. “Deeper,” he demanded.

Her eyes flared, and she released the head and went back to teasing. Fuck. He ground his back teeth, willing her to go deeper, and when she finally did, she took him all the way to her throat, the head catching in the tight channel. A loud moan, followed by a string of curses, fell from his lips as she sucked and stroked, slowing every few sucks to tease the head, heightening his arousal to painful lengths. She went up on her knees, straightened her spine, working him faster and taking him agonizingly deep. He was afraid he’d choke her when he came, but she didn’t seem worried. She increased her speed and tightened her hold with every curse he uttered, those mesmerizing, trusting eyes locked on him. He tugged her forward, in sync with her efforts, appreciation, enjoyment, and so much desire glowing in her eyes, he wanted to give her everything he had. He pumped faster, and she met his quickening. Heat seared down his spine, and she must have sensed it, because she cupped his balls and tugged, severing the last of his restraint. “Fuuck…Blue Eyes—” he said as he poured himself down her throat, every pump causing her eyes to darken, until they were midnight blue. Come pooled in the corners of her mouth as he grunted through the last of his release. But she kept him deep even as his dick jerked with aftershocks.