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Chapters (43)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Playlist
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  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. Part Two
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Epilogue
  41. Epilogue Two
  42. Also by Natasha Bishop
  43. About the Author

“No, but I also didn’t spend my day snowboarding and then licking my pussy in the shower.”

“Nothing exhausting about that. That was my midnight snack. But I’m hungry for a meal now.”

My mouth waters at that. Fuck, the effect this man has on me is ridiculous. He moves so quickly, I’m startled, but then he gets whatever he was looking for out of his bag and brings them back to the bed.

“You brought all this on the plane?” I look from him down to the sex toys he’s laid out on the bed. My rose, a butt plug, a blindfold, and lube. We’ve used the rose and butt plugs in bed before but never at the same time. He would decide to explore this while we’re in a house full of people.

“Do you want to play, love?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Honey.” I picked it because that’s what he said I taste like. I had plenty of sex in my absence from Kai, and I had plenty of great sex too, but I’d never had sex where I needed a safe word until Kai two point oh.

He instructs me to lie on the bed where he promptly ties the blindfold around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Not knowing what he’s going to do or when only heightens my pleasure. Goose bumps erupt all over my skin, and I shudder at the slightest movement. I feel the faint touch of his fingertips over my ribs, and my body bucks.

He tsks. “So eager.”

“Kai, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, I just know I need him to give it to me.

“Please what?”

“I need…I need…”

“Closed mouths don’t get fed, Olivia. What do you need?”

“Your dick.”

“Where do you want it?”

“My mouth.”

“What’s your safe signal?”

“Three taps to your side.”

He falls quiet. I strain to see if I can hear anything, the rustling of the sheets, his briefs hitting the floor, anything. But there’s nothing. I kick my legs out in frustration. Where is he?

And then I feel it. The fleshy tip of his dick dusting my lips. The distinct salty bead of pre-cum hitting my upper lip. The heat of my mouth welcomes him immediately, but he pulls away and then I feel my head lift and a pillow finds its way under my neck. The bed dips under his weight and I open my mouth, waiting for him to come back to me. He slaps his dick against my waiting tongue, making me squirm. He slides past my waiting lips to the back of my throat. “Suck.”