Page 15 of Ever Mine

I cup her tits over her blouse, and she arches into my hands.

“You know what else you should put on your list?”

“What’s that?”

“These beauties are perfect for fucking.”

She gasps. “That sounds hot.”

I grin at her. “It is hot.” Then I lower myself to my knees. “You’ll need to hold your skirt up and out of the way. Can you do that for me?”

She nods, grips the fabric, and slides it up her thighs.

I finally get a peek at that wet spot on her panties when I spread her legs even further. My mouth waters. I pull the fabric to the side, revealing her cunt.

She’s trimmed neatly, not waxed, and she’s nearly dripping with her need.

“Oh, Addison,” I purr. “That is a beautiful pussy.”

“Oh God,” she whispers.

She nearly levitates off my desk when I swipe my tongue through her wetness.

She’s tangy and sweet, and I already know I’ll never have my fill of her. That thought should be alarming. Should make me back off and run the other direction. Instead, I wrap my arms under her thighs to angle her better. The new position forces her to lean back on one elbow.

Then I bury my face and eat her like it’s my fucking job. Her little mews and sighs and whimpers are giving me life, and my world narrows to my only goal: making this woman come.

chapter

seven

Addison

Holy hell.

I can’t believe this is happening. The sexiest man in the world is on his knees with his head between my legs. I want to grab onto his head, thread my fingers through his hair. But I’m propping myself up with one arm and using the other hand to keep my skirt off his head.

“Thorne,” I whisper his name.

I don’t even recognize myself at the moment. And I don’t think I care. This feels too good. Indescribably good.

I’ve had a handful of orgasms before, but obviously always alone. But I know that’s where my body is heading. It feels more intense than I’ve ever experienced, though.

“Oh God, so good,” I say.

He growls into my sensitive flesh, and the noise vibrates through me.

“I’m going to—” but my words fail as the orgasm rockets through me. Pleasure radiates through my body, and I’m sure I’m being loud. Then, I feel like I’m going to pee, and I try to stop it, but I know it slips out.

How mortifying. Leave it to me to ruin the greatest experience of my life.

“I’m so sorry,” I say.

He looks up at me. “For what?”

I fall back on his desk so I don’t have to look at his beautiful face when I make my admission. “I think I peed on you.”

He chuckles, then he’s bending over me. “Love, you didn’t pee. You squirted. There is a difference.”