Page 68 of The Beekeeper

“Yes,” I said and dragged my tongue over my lips. “Are you?”

His gaze roved over my face, my neck, my mouth, my cheeks, and back to my eyes. And then he let out a shaky exhale and husked, “Fuck, no, but I can’t stop myself.”

And then his mouth claimed mine again, kissing—devouring me until my pulse galloped out of my veins and the only thing I was breathing in was him.

I didn’t even realize I’d curled my hands into his shirt until he pulled my right hand off and pressed the lemon into my palm.

“Show me how you use this,” he said against my mouth.

My eyes snapped open, finding his daring me to disobey. It wasn’t embarrassment I felt but panic. “You want me to use it?” I breathed, wanting to scream I’d used the stupid lemon every night he’d stayed in my house and way too many nights before that while fantasizing about him; now that he was right in front of me, wanting me back, the last thing I wanted was to get off with the stupid toy.

“I’m going to let the JV team go first,” Blaze said with a cocky smirk, leaving the lemon in my hand.

Oh.

“Oh,” I moaned almost pathetically as he reached out and cupped my left breast, roughly kneading the weight. Pleasure seared through my veins and I pushed myself into his palm.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. Blaze. Touching me. I shivered and whimpered against his touch, my mind nothing but fragments of thoughts and sensations held together by messy, needy mortar.

A feral growl sounded from his chest as he thumbed my nipple, toying with the hard peak until I saw stars.

“Use it, Harper,” Blaze ordered like he was barely holding himself together. “Show me.”

Swallowing, I dragged the toy between my thighs, knowing this was going to be embarrassingly quick. My clit was always hyper-sensitive and that was without the Hollywood heartthrob from my fantasies watching me masturbate.

I inhaled as the silicone reached my slick folds, and a second later, my jaw opened on a whimper as the suction pulled deliciously on my clit. I jerked and found myself stabilized by his grip around my throat, the sensation making the pleasure from the vibrator exponentially more devastating. I wasn’t sure if my eyes rolled back, but I certainly couldn’t focus on anything except what I felt.

The clamp around my neck. The drag of his teeth along my jaw. He tweaked my nipple, and I almost collapsed under the sudden burst of pleasure.

“You could come just like that, couldn’t you?” he muttered on my skin, now seemingly careful to not let his fingers send me over the edge.

When I didn’t answer, he turned my head until my eyes were forced to lock with his. I should’ve been mortified the way I was responding—the way I was coming apart like a little puppet in his hands and he was hardly even touching me, but the second I looked at him, I knew he was just as undone as I was.

“Just a little pinch of my fingers and you want to fall apart,” he taunted, fingers swirling around my nipple, threatening to send me over the edge. “Is that all it would’ve taken, Harper? Is that how bad you’ve wanted me?”

I moaned, his words scorching my skin. If I couldn’t see his face, I would’ve thought he was toeing the line of cruelty again, but to see him, I knew that wasn’t the case. This was why he’d kissed me in the dark—because in the light, it was plain as day that he desperately wanted me to want him.

“Blaze,” I panted, my pussy fluttering and leaking. I felt myself dripping down the toy and onto my fingers, so embarrassingly wet.

There was no stopping my body’s reaction to him or to the words he taunted me with. I did want him, and I wasn’t ashamed of it.

I let my head fall back, my lips parting as the suction spiraled my clit toward my orgasm. The toy was good, but it was never this good.

“That’s it, my little queen,” he muttered at the corner of my neck by my ear, licking my earlobe and then nibbling it. “Show me how hard you’ve practiced coming for me.”

I panted, sagging into the hand holding me up by my throat. It didn’t matter if he was causing me to lose oxygen, I couldn’t breathe fully anyway as my orgasm picked up steam. I was so turned on by him—by how he’d come here for me. By the way he’d ordered me to kneel and then handed me a contract that stipulated I would let him pretend to⁠—

“Make me some honey, so that I can finally have a taste.” His low words registered in my ear. They were so filthy—the epitome of every dirty thought I shouldn’t have had when I watched him lick that finger clean for the photoshoot.

For a second, I almost believed they weren’t real—that pleasure had rattled my brain so far from reality I was now only existing in fantasy. Except the pleasure wasn’t a fantasy. The pleasure was very, very real. Demanding. Urgent. Spiraling.

Blaze groaned in my ear, thumbing and rubbing my nipple faster, each touch like accelerant poured on a flame. “Show me how hard you’re going to come for me when I fill that little pussy of yours up. Show me how much you want all my cum inside you, my hungry little queen.”

Oh my—His rasped words rushed blood from every single one of my cells down between my legs, and I bit my lip, desperate to muffle the scream I felt clawing its way up my throat, but there was no stopping it. No stopping the extremes of how I wanted him.

“Blaze!” I came hard and fast, completely untethered to everything except his hoarse words and the vibrator on my clit. I only stayed upright because of his hand around my neck, tight and secure. I bucked against the toy, my orgasm tearing through me in a way that was familiar and yet wholly devastating, screaming his name just like I’d done every other night, only this time, not into a pillow.

I was Jell-O, and Blaze was entirely in control. I took a full breath as the hand around my throat disappeared, almost simultaneously reappearing on my ass. Both his hands locked into my flesh and he lifted me off the floor without missing a beat. The next thing I knew, my back hit my bed and Blaze’s mouth was on mine.