Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(80)

Belle groaned as she glided her teeth across the tip of his cock ever so gently. The tiny bit of pain blended with the soft brush of her thumb over his testicles. Oh hell, he'd never felt anyone attend to his pleasure in this particular mind-blowing way. In the middle, she wrapped her palm even more tightly around the base of his cock. The friction from that touch matched the drag and pull she administered to his sensitive head. God, she seemed to understand what he wanted perfectly. Her tongue rolled over his flesh, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. Kellan wondered how the fuck he'd ever do without this-without her-again.

Blood thundered through his system. She sucked harder, whimpered around him, laved him with her tongue again-and he was fucking gone.

"Belle, I'm going to come. Suck me down. Take everything I give you."

She didn't lose a beat, just bobbed her head as she drew even harder on him. His whole body seized up as pleasure coursed through his veins, heavy, drugging, dizzying. Amazing. What he and Belle had shared was far more than a blow job or a mere orgasm. This was … pure connection that jolted him straight down to his soul. He'd never felt it before. Likely, he never would again.

As she slowly drew away, Belle smiled up at him. "I liked it."

He smoothed her hair back. "Oh, damn. Love …  I more than liked it."

And he more than liked her. Lila had put a dent in his heart, yes. But once he walked away, he worried now that Belle might put a hole in the damn thing that would never heal.



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Belle couldn't breathe and she didn't care. She licked her lips, still able to taste Kellan there. She hoped she'd pleased him, that the act they'd just shared meant far more to him than an orgasm. It certainly had to her.

The moment she'd taken his cock in her hand, she'd felt the intimacy of the moment, not just that she touched the most manly part of him, but that he trusted her to give him satisfaction. She'd trusted him to guide her gently. They'd both lowered their guard to share this experience. Because of it, they'd connected on a deeper level than they ever had before. Tonight, she'd seen a side of Kellan she was sure few did. That precious fact had given her confidence … and a bit of dangerous hope. Kellan Kent truly wanted her. And he cared. He'd sworn he wasn't staying and didn't intend to share forever with her, but …

Belle stifled her encroaching anticipation. She shouldn't expect forever from him. Better to simply bask in the time they had together. No way would she put a halt to this night just because she wasn't sure if Kellan would be here tomorrow. She was done with waiting for the future to happen to her. From now on, she'd grab life with both hands and live it.

She gasped as Tate's fingers returned to her clitoris. It wasn't as if she'd never touched herself, but his big fingers felt utterly different-and totally mesmerizing. Beside him, Eric rubbed his broad palm over her burning backside. Everything they'd done to her this evening had heightened her senses. Her skin tingled, feeling completely alive. A pleasant ache thrummed in her system.

"You did so well, baby." Eric kissed her forehead. "You definitely deserve a treat."

Before she could respond, he lifted her in his strong arms, cradling her against his warmth. She missed Tate's fingers on her most sensitive parts, sure. But Eric replaced that, his embrace making her feel feminine, petite, and treasured. Safe.

He carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing. Somehow she'd imagined sex would be all passion and intensity, but she loved the unexpected adoration and surprising sense of togetherness. They'd even laughed some. The guys hadn't thrown her on the bed for rapid-fire thrusts and grunts. They'd chosen to take their time, and what she'd experienced so far had proven so much better than anything her imagination had conjured up. All the awkward talk in the beginning had brought them to this place. Now, Belle was greedy to experience more.

Eric lowered her to the bed, and the soft satin sheet cradled her back. He loomed over her, so gorgeous with hazel-green eyes and short sandy hair that made him look utterly sharp and masculine.

"Do you know what it did to me to watch you suck Kellan's cock?" He stroked his own stiff flesh, his stare never leaving her. 

Belle couldn't take her eyes off him. From his bulging shoulders to his firm pecs, down to his stunning corrugated abs, he had an athlete's body. She kept following the visual trail down. Her gaze glued itself to his cock. His very maleness was a thing of beauty, long and thick with a big plum-shaped head. Maybe she should be intimidated by the thought that something so large would eventually thrust inside her. Instead, she was just excited.