Page 96 of Scandal
“A secret for a secret, right?” I told him that one of the reasons I loved the placement of my family tattoo was that it felt like a little secret. My little secret.
He grins. “Right. But I never gave you mine.”
“I seem to remember it involved pants.”
He chuckles. “More like the lack of pants, to be exact.”
Now it’s my turn to let my eyes wander freely down his gorgeous body. He’s gained back the weight he lost before Icame. His lean body is defined in all the right places—toned abs, chiseled biceps, and cut hips that almost have me drooling.
I reach for the towel knotted there, and when our eyes meet, I give it a gentle tug. The sound of it hitting the floor makes my stomach clench.
I venture a look down, and the first thing I see is?—
“Is that a…cupcake?”
“It is,” he says with a smug grin. We both look down, and I try to focus on one thing at a time.Because holy shit, his dick is right there.But, yep, right there on his right hip is a small and cutesy tattoo of a cupcake. Happy face and all. “Now you know my secret. Asher Knight has a cupcake tattoo.”
“A cupcake tattoo right next to his dick, I might add.”
“Fairly certain it’s on my hip, but I can see how the massive size of my dick could confuse you.”
I can’t help but sneak another peek. He isn’t lying. And I know my knowledge of this subject is rather limited, but I still know how to spot a well-endowed man when I see him.
And Asher has been blessed.
Yay for me.
“So how exactly did you end up getting this cupcake tattoo on your hip…next to your massive dick?” I ask with a grin.
His finger reaches out to grip my chin, angling it upward so I can meet his heated gaze. My belly flips. “I’d love to tell you all about it, but right now I can’t think of anything but how badly I want to fuck that mouth of yours.”
I’m not really sure how to respond to that.Yes, please?No, that sounds dumb, so I just do what I’ve been dying to do for weeks and slowly drop to my knees in front of him.
His eyes never leave mine.
Despite my uncertainty, I feel like I could probably give a decent blowjob. I’ve read enough spicy romance books by now to serve as a basic how-to guide for the beginning at this point.
But I don’t want to give an average blow job I pieced together from random books.
I want to blow his mind—pun intended.
“Show me how you like it.”
“Having you right there is a solid start,” he says, reaching down to grasp the base of his cock. “Give me your hand.”
I do, and he places it where his was. The skin is silky and warm under my fingers, and then his hand wraps over mine and squeezes.
“Start like this,” he says in a raspy voice as he slowly starts to guide our hands down his hard length and back again. “Tease me a little while you touch yourself.”
If one thing can be said about me, it’s that I’m a fast learner. I rise up on my knees and get my breast a squeeze with my free hand. His eyes flare as I pinch my nipple and give it a twist.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I want to touch you so fucking much right now. But if I do, I won’t last another minute.”
“That’s okay.” I’ve been dying to have his hands on me again anyway.
“No.” He smirks, removing his hand so I’m left all on my own. “I promised you a lesson.”
“Well, my tutors all say I’m very studious.”
