Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(29)

I finally snap out of it and boldly say, "I wonder how we taste together." I might have given Leo permission to run the show, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to participate.

"Jesus Christ. Suck my cock, Sarah," he orders.

Knees.

Hit.

The.

Floor.

I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before greedily taking him into the back of my throat. Maybe I was wrong; maybe I’m the predator in this situation.

My release lingers on his shaft, and I very carefully drag my tongue across it—savoring it with every stroke. It’s not my taste that sets me on fire. It’s the way it mixes with the saltiness of Leo’s arousal.

He threads a hand into my hair as I work his erection. I can’t remember the last time I did this, but if Leo’s breathing and cussing can be considered signs, I haven’t lost my touch. I’ve always loved to give head. There’s just something about the thrill it gives me when every stroke can turn even the biggest man into a puddle of ecstasy.

"Fuck, ángel," he cusses, and the way he calls me ángel with a strong, sexy Spanish accent makes me even more impossibly wet. I could listen to Leo speaking Spanish all day.

I slide his cock from my mouth and drag my tongue down to the base. Very gently, I swipe my tongue across the heavy sack between his legs. Then I lift a hand and begin massaging his balls. His entire body tenses, exposing the ridges of his six-pack.

"Definitely not a virgin," he groans.

I try to once again suck him into my mouth, but he stops me.

Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes. "Go get on the bed. I’ll meet you in there in a minute." His voice is deep, gritty, and laced with sex.

I stand up very purposefully, my breasts brushing his chest and my nipples tightening at the contact. He runs his nose from the top of my head down to my cheek and stops near my ear.

"Don't be nervous. I promise I won't bite. I’m saving that for tomorrow night." He winks. When his lips lift into a sexy smirk, I can't help but grin at him. He reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me the rest of the way to him. "Go lie down on the bed, Sarah. Facedown, ass in the air." Then he kisses me quickly on the lips.

"I, um…" I mumble. I am completely confident in my own skin, but there is never anything truly comfortable about shoving your ass in the air while a man watches. I hesitate, but Leo lets out a growl.

"This is me taking control, Sarah. I’m telling you what I want and I promise you, ángel, I’ll make it exactly what you want too." His tongue darts into my mouth, extinguishing my nerves with every roll. "Go," he orders one last time.

Finally, my feet follow his directions. I take one glance over my shoulder on my way out, running my eyes over his strong, lean body, taking him all in. His eyes are hooded and burning with lust. His fingers twitch at his sides, and his hard cock jumps as I turn away.

Just as I get to the door, I hear him call out, "Oh, and put your panties back on. I’m looking forward to peeling those off again."

Suddenly, I’m looking forward to it too.





WHAT THE f*cking hell am I doing? This so goddamn wrong, but I still can’t seem to stop myself. I know a lot about Sarah’s past, but I’m suddenly very aware that I know absolutely nothing about her personal life. I had no idea that she hasn’t been with anyone in seven years. Seven f*cking years. How is that even possible for a woman who looks like she does? Men must be all over her.


When she let me in on her little secret earlier, I felt like the biggest piece of shit to ever walk the Earth—even more so than I already had. I’m terrified to tell her what I know about her. I can’t sleep with her and then tell her. She’s going to lose her f*cking mind as it is, but now, I’m about to be a real * and f*ck her first?

Goddamn it!

I have never wanted a woman more than I do Sarah Erickson. She’s a breath of fresh air to me. Maybe it’s because I have the upper hand—knowing her secrets and how to dance around them. But she’s amazing. It’s not all about the broken parts though; somehow, we just mesh.

She gets my jokes and I love hers. She’s smart and witty and challenging. I love spending time with her. It’s been, like, ten days and I’m already calling her my girlfriend like a f*cking twelve-year-old with a crush to anyone who will listen. Yet I hold a secret that could potentially send her running. And I’m only partially talking about the things I know about her.

I have a shady-as-hell past too. I’m going to have to tell her one day how I really know Erica—and, even worse, who I really am. The last thing I need to be doing right now is burying my cock inside her. I shouldn’t have even made her come again in the office, but when she thought we weren’t together, it pissed me off. Sarah is different. I’m not usually anti-relationships or anything, but my life hasn’t been all that stable over the last few years. However, I’m a firm believer that, when you find someone who fits, you claim them. Immediately.

So, now, Sarah and I are together and I’m about to bury myself inside her—completely claiming her. Then, when the truth comes out, she will probably never speak to me again.

I’m on a f*cking roll.

I close down my computer, turn off the security screens, and head down the hallway back to the bedroom. I need to lay her down and talk to her—tell her the truth and make sure she understands that I don’t care about who she used to be. Maybe I could even share a little bit about my past to reassure her. She seems to like it when I do that. It always puts her at ease to know that she isn’t alone. I’m sure I can figure a way to spin this to make her stay. We just need to talk before we…