Page 124 of On The Edge

“Oh,” I bark the word out, without thinking.

“Am I interrupting something?” Kevin asks.

“No. Nothing.” Cruz moves his fingers as his tongue circles and licks and tempts. My body reacts—hips thrusting into his face. “Just . . . finishing exercising is all.”

Cruz blows on me. Then sucks.

“Good for you. Nothing like a good early morning workout.”

“Not at all.” I writhe and suppress a moan as he hooks his fingers and teases the bundle of nerves I have inside.

“The point of my call.”

Concentrate, Maddix. Fucking . . . ohhhh, God, that feels good. And by the amusement in Cruz’s eyes, he’s finding this hilariously funny. Fingering me, licking me, trying to make me come while on the phone with our so-called matchmaker. “Yes? The point.”

“The board voted in favor of going forward with the deal.”

“Oh.” Another croaked sound as Cruz presses a finger against the tight rim of muscles on my ass. My whole body jolts at the sensation. It’s new and different and not intruding but enough to tease the overabundance of nerves there. “Great. That’s”—Jesus, that feels incredible—“great.”

“Should I tell Cruz or would you like to do the honors?”

My body aches with need. With greed. With the want for release but the need to suppress it right now.

“I can tell him.” I fist a hand in Cruz’s hair, making him chuckle against me so the vibration sends off another surge of shockwaves through me.

“Perfect. He wasn’t answering when I just called.”

“He’s out.” Or rather eating me out but we don’t need to get specific.

“I’m thinking you keep up with this whole thing until he signs the paperwork. Maybe a few weeks after so it’s not so obvious.”

“Sounds good.” And good isn’t even in the same realm as what Cruz is doing to me.

“Oh, and Revive is asking about permission to recruit you. Give a think on that. I’ve got someone coming into my office right now.” That makes two of us. “We’ll talk later on it.”

I end the call and drop the cell where it is.

“Cruz,” I moan.

“That ache?” he murmurs and then dips his tongue into my core. “That burn?” A slide of his tongue back up so that his eyes meet mine and my arousal glistens all around his chin and mouth. “That’s how I feel every minute of every goddamn day since meeting you.”

He sucks on my clit, and I squirm as my body coils so tight I fear how violent the snap will be. He plunges three fingers into me.

“Come for me, Madds.”

A lick.

A suck.

“Come on my tongue.”

A quickening of his fingers fucking me.

“I want your taste seared into my memory.”

Another circle over my clit.

And then my world explodes.