Page 40 of Viper

“Oh, I know, babe. I’m not stopping until you beg. But if you don’t chill out, this’ll be over in two seconds.”

“I’m not⁠—”

His mouth closed over her hood and her eyes rolled back. Her body spasmed as his tongue lapped at her clit. His large hand splayed over her belly. The sight of his tanned skin against hers and the sheer size of him flipped her belly into knots.

“Paige, you’re not taking your time.”

“I can’t,” she hissed. “Don’t stop.”

He gave a satisfied grunt and swept his tongue from her opening to the tip. Pleasure spread through her like wildfire, unbridled and untamed. His palms moved once again, this time to grip her ass and lift her a couple of inches off the bed to allow him better access.

She cried out. Her body jolted on each rush of her orgasm. Black dots formed behind her closed eyelids. She found the back of Troy’s head and held him in place while he devoured her as though he were a starving man.

“Oh my god!” she screamed, each syllable coming out strangled.

Troy slowly lowered her to the bed, but his hands stayed on her ass and kneaded her flesh as he continued to eat her. “You taste so fucking good, Paige.”

The pressure of his tongue finally became too much for her overstimulated nerves. She shrieked and squirmed until he lifted his head.

Sweat had collected on her belly. Her breath rasped through her lips, and her muscles were limp spaghetti. She was vaguely aware of Troy stretching out beside her. His large arm scooped around her waist, rolling her to her side so he was spooning her.

She blinked. His fingers rested easily on her hip. Part of her anticipated his entering her from behind—so much so that the sexual charge that had just detonated began to rekindle itself.

But then he shifted and the light clicked off. A moment later he was holding her in his embrace again. His rough jaw abraded her cheek as he nuzzled there. He kissed her. “Sleep, beautiful.”

She popped open her eyes and turned partway toward him. “We’re done?”

He chuckled. “Not even fucking close. But after what you went through today, that’s enough physical exertion for now.”

“Um, I’ll be the judge of that.”

He sighed. “Not right now you’re not.”

She would’ve argued more, but her heart rate was already slowing and relaxation was pulling at her muscles. The insomnia that’d plagued her earlier was long gone, and she fell into the dark, comforting cave of Troy’s embrace.

The covers rustled around Troy’s waist. He inhaled a deep, shuddering breath and craned his neck to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was 8:39 a.m. and he’d⁠—

Cool air touched his cock, then a warm hand wrapped around his shaft. Paige’s long blond hair draped over his side as she pulled his knob into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.

Her hand tightened and she pulled her lips away to giggle. “Good morning.”

“Good morn— Holy fuck.”

She wrapped her perfect mouth around him, and her hot, sweet tongue swirled over his flesh as she pulled his dick in her fist.

He swept her gorgeous locks into his palm, wrapping them around his fingers and reveling in the sight of her going down on him. She took him so fucking deep he could’ve come right then and there.

Didn’t help that he’d had wood all fucking night. After listening to her orgasm, tasting her come, and finally seeing that side of her—the sexual side that his fantasies didn’t hold a goddamn candle to—he’d been done.

Hooked.

As if he hadn’t already been hooked on her for five years.

But this was different. This was the kind of hook he couldn’t shake loose. The kind that drove him wild.

The kind that, if he thought about it too long, made him sick to his stomach. Because how the fuck could he feel all this shit and ever walk away? He couldn’t. The only answer when it came to Paige was permanency.