Book 1 - Page 48 (1/2)

I gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for his cl**ax. His b.a.l.l.s were heavy and big, an audacious display of his powerful virility. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.

”Ah, Eva.” His voice was a guttural rasp. His grip tightened in my hair. ”You're making me come.”

The first spurt of se**n was so thick, I struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Gideon was thrusting against the back of my throat, his c**k throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. My eyes watered and my lungs burned, but still I pumped my fists, milking him. His entire body shuddered as I took everything he had. The sounds he made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I'd ever heard.

I licked him clean, marveling at how he didn't fully soften even after an explosive o.r.g.a.s.m. He was still capable of f**king me senseless and more than willing to, I knew. But there was no time and I was happy about that. I wanted to do this for him. For us. For me, really, because I needed to know I could indulge in a selfless s.e.xual act without feeling taken advantage of.

”I have to go,” I murmured, standing and pressing my lips to his. ”I hope the rest of your day is awesome, and your business dinner tonight, too.”

I started to move away, but he caught my wrist, his gaze on the clock readout on his desk phone. I noticed my picture then, sitting in a place of prominence where he'd see it all day.

”Eva...d.a.m.n it. Wait.”

I frowned at his tone, which sounded anxious. Frustrated.

He quickly restored his appearance, tucking himself back into his boxer briefs and straightening the tail of his s.h.i.+rt so he could fasten his pants. There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

Tugging me close, Gideon pressed his lips to my brow. His hands moved through my hair to unclip my tortoise barrette. ”I didn't get you off.”

”No need.” I loved the feel of his hands on my scalp. ”That rocked just the way it was.”

He was overly focused on fixing my hair, his cheeks flushed from his o.r.g.a.s.m. ”I know you need an even exchange,” he argued gruffly. ”I can't let you leave feeling like I used you.”

A bittersweet tenderness pierced me. He'd listened. He cared.

I cupped his face in my hands. ”You did use me, with my permission, and it was seriously hot. I wanted to give you this, Gideon. Remember? I warned you. I wanted you to have this memory of me.”

His eyes widened with alarm. ”Why the f**k do I need memories when I have you? Eva, if this is about the photo - ”

”Shut up and enjoy the high.” We didn't have the time to get into the photo issue now and I didn't want to. It was going to ruin everything. ”If we'd had an hour, I still wouldn't let you get me off. I'm not keeping score with you, ace. And honestly, you're the first guy I can say that to. Now, I have to go. You have to go.”

I started away again, but he caught me back.

Scott's voice came through the speaker. ”Excuse me, Mr. Cross. But your three o'clock is here.”

”It's okay, Gideon,” I a.s.sured him. ”You're coming over tonight, right?”