Page 52 of Sleeper: The Palisades Edition

“Shane.”

He continues licking me, pressing my trembling thighs together even more with his palms and then sucking on my clit.

“Oh God!”

My life flashes before my eyes, and it turns out my life has just been one long pre-orgasm leading up to this.

He goes back to kissing me down there and doesn’t stop until my hips have stopped rolling, until my body has stopped jerking and tensing, until every cell of my body has gone from screaming to whispering his name.

His head finally reemerges from under my dress, but I still feel little electric shocks in my core.

What just happened?

I’m limp as a ragdoll, but I also feel like I could run a marathon.

Before I can even mutter his name again or say the other thing I’m thinking—That was so wizard—he’s carrying me in his arms to my bedroom. He kicks the door shut. Just in case the kids come home, I guess. Or to keep me from running out—as if.

He lowers me to the foot of the bed, lifts me up to sit, kneels before me to untie my Keds.Such a dad move, oh my God.

When my shoes are off, he stands up, takes my hands and holds them up, pulling my dress over my head. The dress gets tossed aside. I can barely keep my heavy eyelids open, but his eyes are wide and appreciative. I am completely naked before him in this white filtered natural light, and I’m not even afraid of him seeing me.

“Willa…look at you. Goddamn.”

I run my fingers through my hair and toss it all behind my shoulders so he can see everything, dragging my fingertips down the side of my neck, between my breasts.

He groans and reaches for me, but I reach for his jeans, looking up at him as I unbutton and unzip, maneuvering them so they can drop to his ankles. He steps out of them, kicking them aside. The bulge in his black boxer briefs is magnificent.

“Wow, your pen really is bigger than mine,” I mutter.

I cup it with one hand while tracing my fingertip along the inside of the waistband and then pulling the elastic away from the taut skin of his pelvis. He watches me as I uncover this fully erect beautiful thing.

Oh my God, it’s so pretty. I knew it. I knew it would be. It’s so clean and well-groomed and big and friendly, and it matches the rest of him. I can’t stop staring.

I need to refrain from talking about it.

No need to share everything that pops into my brain.

Just keep it to myself.

“I just…I just have to say that if the penises in porn looked like this, I would actually watch pornos. You should show your cock in movies. Seriously. This puts Michael Fassbender’s penis to shame.”

“Once again, I’ll be sure to pass that along to my agents.”

I push the boxer briefs down until they drop to the floor. My mouth is watering, staring at his erection.All this for me?I cup his balls, wrap my hand around the base, and lick up the underside, all the way to the crown and then suck on it.

We both groan at the same time.

His hands are in my hair again.

I can do fantastic things with my tongue too, Shane Miller, just you wait.

“Willa,” he says so quietly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

I stroke and lick and suck and squeeze.

He tugs on my hair. His hands grip my shoulders. “Willa, stop.”

I don’t stop. I want to do all the things to this cock.