Page 76 of The Beekeeper

“And my expectation is that I’m going to thoroughly enjoy each”—flick—“and every”—flick—“one.” Flick.

My fist banged onto the table beside me, my chest heaving with the strain. “Blaze,” I choked out a desperate plea.

“Is my expectation clear?” he asked harshly, and I couldn’t answer him fast enough.

“Yes!”

“Good,” he clipped and hauled me to his waiting mouth.

I must’ve died and gone to heaven because the feel of his mouth on me was bliss. I knew he’d done this last night, but last night, I was just so blindsided to see him outside my door—in my room—signing my silly little contract—that my brain was too busy processing that to completely succumb to everything he did to my body.

But now, I felt every slow lick of his tongue, every swirl over my clit. I heard every hoarse, lusty moan that filled the room and couldn’t believe they were coming from me.

“So good, Harper,” he praised. “So wet for me…drives me insane.” I had to believe him because he wasn’t even speaking in full sentences before his mouth dove back in.

He ate at me like he wanted to make up for every year of oral sex drought. Like he’d been starved of it for that long too, which I knew definitely wasn’t the case. A man didn’t just happen upon these tongue skills. If cunnilingus were a language, Blaze would be a native speaker.

I thrashed against the table, both hands clutched to the back of his head, holding him like I wanted to drown him in me.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his teeth skating over my clit. “You taste so good, so fucking incredible. Making me crazy to be inside you.”

“Blaze,” I cried out when he sucked on my clit, the claws of my orgasm grasping for me and then sliding out of reach. “Blaze, please.”

“Trust me,” he rasped, and then I felt it—his finger gently teasing my entrance. Instantly, I tensed. I was so sore, there was no way…but then his finger slipped inside me. “Trust me.” He gave my clit another pull from his lips and in the rush of pleasure, pushed his finger in farther. “Just relax, my little queen. Let me in. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

I gasped and wriggled, hearing the nickname he gave me in this light did unfathomable things to my insides. One of those things though made me relax because with a deep groan, his finger sank the rest of the way to its hilt.

He swirled his tongue over my clit, and I moaned heavily, any shadow of pain evaporating now that my body had something to clench around.

“Four fucking years,” he murmured against my pussy, the pad of his finger rubbing over that delicious spot inside me that made my body become untethered. “No wonder you’re so tight…so hungry for my cock.”

I mewled, unable—unwilling to deny it.

His tongue worked over my clit, licking and sucking, and the whole time, his finger put pressure on my G-spot, amplifying every single touch he inflicted on my clit.

“Blaze,” I moaned over and over, spiraling higher with every touch.

“Come for me. Feed me all that sweet fucking nectar of yours,” he rasped.

Beekeeping was never going to be the same for me again. I mean, let’s face it. Nothing was ever going to be the same for me after Blaze. Wildfire. That was what Gigi had written on my label. I tried not to think too hard that her premonition meant only destruction; I tried not to think too hard that when a wildfire blazed through, it destroyed everything in its path.

His deep groan rumbled against my core like he could taste my release coming. Digging his hands harder into my ass, he pulled me hard to his face, and I had to remind myself that if he couldn’t breathe, it was on him.

He closed his lips over my clit and started to suck, and my world dissolved into that pinpoint, pleasure-drenched contact. Desire spiraled tighter and tighter and tighter. My muscles stiffened. My lungs held oxygen hostage even as my jaw dropped wide.

“Come for me, Harper,” he groaned and did that thing—I think it involved his teeth and his lips on my clit, but the way it instantly shot my body toward the edge, I didn’t have time to be sure. “Fuck, Harper, fuck.” His continued curses floated around me, almost like he was in pain, but then I was flying over the edge of my orgasm and I heard nothing except the sound of my own body coming apart.

I cried out, my hips bucking off the edge of the table as my orgasm hit me hard, rolling through me in tight, swift lashes. Through it all, Blaze held his mouth there, greedily lapping up everything my body gave him, and then gently licking to coax me back down.

“Fuck, Harper,” he said low, and I shivered as his tongue took one last flat lick through me before he finally lifted his head.

“That was…” I couldn’t come up with a word.

Saying nothing, he held my gaze and slowly rose from the chair. I leaned up on my arms, and couldn’t help but look down his torso to his waist and⁠—

“I know,” Blaze rumbled as my jaw went slack as I stared at his groin.

Very clearly—on the other leg than where I’d been grinding—was a stain of wet that started where his cock lifted the fabric and then ran down to his knee.