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Bryce had arranged for the hotel’s kitchen to make me a freshly baked chocolate caramel brownie, together with a turkey baguette. He had also organised for Sebastian to collect a hot white chocolate with a marshmallow from Gloria Jeans—that was just lunch. For dinner, he made a steak and mushroom pie with sautéed vegetables. I had laughed when he dished up my plate, and as a side he had made me rice cakes with peanut butter—Bryce, Nate and Charli passed on those.
Bryce had worked in his office after dinner, finalising paperwork from the F1 Grand Prix which had been held weeks ago, and while he worked, the kids and I had cuddled in bed, watching the movie Madagascar 3. When the film finished, I tucked them into bed while all of us sang ‘Afro Circus’ and laughed—that bloody song was going to be stuck in my head for quite some time.
Completely drained and exhausted from the constant stream of baby related questions from Charlotte, I had a quick shower and laid down in bed with my book—a new adult style story about a boy and girl in college who were insanely perfect for each other, but just couldn’t get their shit together long enough to be privy to this vital detail. Oh, young love is so aggravatingly simple, or so it seems when you are reading it.
I must have unintentionally fallen asleep, because for a split second I entered that realm where you were tentatively trying to distinguish the difference between dreaming and reality. It wasn’t until I moved my hand down to in between my legs and ran my fingers through Bryce’s hair, that I realised I was in reality, but living my dreams—this becoming strongly evident when his tongue slid up then down my sleek clit. Oh! Hello, Mr Tongue Twirling Clark. My hips instantly bucked, magnetising toward him.
I practically purred. “Oh, fuck.”
“Did I wake you?” he asked, wickedly.
“I don’t know. I think I might be dreaming.”
He chuckled then slid two fingers inside me, my eyes fluttering open while I gasped. “No, I’m definitely awake.”
“Yes you are.”
He deliciously moved his fingers in and out as he twirled his tongue over my sensitive spot.
“Did you finish your work?” I moaned.
“No, not yet.”
“Oh?”
“My work is not done until you are coming all over me, Hunny.”
Oh Fuck. I squirmed from the mixture of sensation and hearing his dirty words. “Mmm, best you get to work then, Mr. Clark.”
He growled and blissfully mauled in between my legs until I was clenching my thighs around his head. He had turned the lights off and lit a few candles, giving the room a sensual, amber glow. I gazed at his hungry, sexy eyes as he released himself from my legs and prowled slowly up my body, stopping to kiss my stomach. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him spend a small moment bonding with his baby who was none the wiser of what its parents were getting up to. He continued on with a knowing smile stopping again at my breasts; both of them eagerly anticipating his attention.
My head fell back has he teased my nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. Holy shit, he is mind-blowing. He lifted his head the same time I brought mine back up to watch him. Then suddenly, our lips were together, his mouth pressing hard against mine, our tongues reuniting after hours of being apart. I simply adored kissing him, tasting him, feeling the wet warm roll of his tongue against mine.
I nipped at his chin and chiselled jaw line then dragged my lip back up to his mouth, hungrily deepening my insatiable need to taste him and groaning at my desperation to devour him entirely.
“Fuck, Alexis. Your need for me is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and felt.”
“Good, because I need you; I need you in my mouth now.”
An alluring grin appeared across his face as he continued to crawl up my body until he was kneeling directly in front of my face, his erection prominent and gloriously close to my craving mouth. He placed his palm at the base of his shaft and slowly dragged his hand up then back down again. I’m going to come from the sheer sight of him. Geezus! He is downright sexually dangerous.
Slowly, I extended my tongue, lightly teasing his tip with my small swirling action. The hand he had wrapped around his cock flexed, sending a shock of excitement right through me. I opened my mouth and pressed my lips onto his warm crown, a bead of moisture already visible—evidence that I had the exact same effect on him as he had on me. I sucked at it then ran my tongue over my teeth while watching the fire in his eyes as he took pleasure from my tease.
His hips jerked involuntarily, igniting my core. Then, sliding my lips over him and moving forward, I took him into my mouth, as much of him as I could possibly take. He growled my name and his entire facade tensed deliciously; his pecks, biceps, abdomen and that luscious V shaped muscle at the top of his pelvis. I don’t know what that muscle is called, and to be honest I don’t freakin’ care.