Worth the Risk(74)

“Mm.” It’s all I can say as my mind relives every lick of her tongue and suck of her mouth over my cock. The way my hand held on to the back of her head, silently begging for her to let me shoot down the back of her throat. But, of course, she had other plans.

Like riding me into oblivion, her tits on perfect display as she ground back and forth on my cock. The way her lips parted. The way her hands ran over her nipples and she pinched them between her fingers. The way she screamed as she came, her pussy pulsing around my dick and milking my own orgasm out of me.

Prim and proper. Definitely not what comes to mind with the sex spell she just drugged me with.

“Mmm?” she asks.

“Shh. Quiet,” I say as I pat her on the ass. “I was just remembering it play by play.”

“I guess I didn’t do a good enough job knocking you into a sex coma, then.”

“Either that or it was so good that I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Nice recovery.”

“Not quite yet, but I’ll be good to go in a bit.”

“Aren’t you the cheeky one?” she says as I squeeze her ass cheek, which is centered in the palm of my hand.

“Thank you for coming with me, Sidney.”

“Ha, that is one thing I definitely just did.” The husky sound to her voice makes my dick want to stir to life, but it’s spent. She just worked me every which way, and I want to save my energy for round two once we get back down from here.

I’m not ready to move yet. There’s something comforting about the way she has her head on my chest and traces lines over my skin. About the way I’m so damn at ease with her I could fall asleep with her in my arms. About how we can be here like this, enjoy the moment, each other, and she doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with endless chatter.

It takes a few minutes for those thoughts to really sink in. When they do, when I realize I’m wondering if this is how things would be between us if we did this on a more regular basis—if people were allowed to know we were seeing each other . . . if I let Luke know we were seeing each other—I tell myself we need to get going. We need to get up so the feel of her body against mine stops filling my head with shit that can’t be.

That isn’t possible.

But I don’t move. I just press a kiss to her head and breathe her in as I run my fingers through her hair. I tell myself to enjoy not having to worry about picking up Luke or not skipping out after sex to get home so Luke doesn’t know.

“Are you sure we have to go back?” she groans.

“Only after you drink the rest of this wine.”

“You sure you don’t want any? I feel like a lush drinking this whole bottle myself.”

“No drinking and flying for me, but”—I sit up and slide out from under her—“we could always continue this back at one of our places if you’d like.”

“Really?” She draws the word out, and even though I don’t look back at her, I can picture the suggestive smile that’s toying at the corners of those gorgeous lips of hers.

“Really. Luke’s with my parents until tomorrow.”

“So maybe you should bring me back down to earth,” she says through a laugh, “so you can take me back to heaven again.”

My laugh echoes in the empty space around us as her lips press a kiss onto my shoulder.

It seems as if that simple action allows Sidney Thorton to slip into my life in a way I never saw coming. In a way I never wanted. In a way I’m not sure I’ll be able to give up.

Nor do I even want to think about it.

Christ.

I’m in deep, aren’t I?





Grayson: I’ve been thinking about you all day.



I look down at the text and smile before turning my attention back to Rissa and our plans for how we’re going to end this round of voting and move on to the top five.

“So, I think we close it out and then maybe take the next week and announce one of the finalists each day. Give little tidbits about each of them, make readers like them more, just have fun with it.”

My phone beeps again with another text, and I bite back the new grin trying to form on my lips. Rissa only huffs, eyeing my phone with annoyance. “Sorry, let me turn my ringer off.”

And then I have to feign nonchalance when I look down at my phone and find another text.



Grayson: My dick is rock hard, and it’s you I’m imagining. It’s in my hand when I’d rather it be in your mouth with my fingers in your pussy, working you into a frenzy.



“Is everything okay?” Rissa asks, making me realize I must have made a noise when I read the text. “You look startled.”

I glance back at the text again and shake my head while every part of my body comes to life. “Yeah, it’s, uh, fine.”

“Your ringer.” Her brows are lifted as she glances to my phone and then back to me.

“My finger?” I squeak, thinking she saw the phone screen.

“Ringer. Sound on your phone.”

“Oh, yes . . . sorry.” Flustered, I fumble with my cell, and before I can even switch it off, another text alert pings.



Grayson: I want to bend you over and watch as my cock slides in and out of you.