Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Aurora was perched on the bathroom counter, completely naked, her long hair spilling across her shoulders. Her legs spread so that he could see everything. She tilted her pelvis like she wanted to make sure he had a full view.
And oh yes, he definitely did.
Her gorgeous pink folds, her glistening opening. All of her, spread out for him.
His dick was as hard as granite, swelling against his zipper. Sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. It took every ounce of self-control to remain in place, unmoving, instead of launching himself at her.
They couldn’t do this.
They really shouldn’t do this.
He had a job to do. He was getting paid to watch over her. Max had warned him twice not to touch her.
Devon had already walked away from her more than once. He could do it again. So why wouldn’t his legs move?
Maybe it’s okay. I’m not really touching her, he reasoned. He wasn’t doing anything at all.
He was just…looking.
Her hand lifted. She squeezed her breast, pulling at the nipple. “Do you like what you see?”
Another groan came out of him. The sound was so guttural, so animal, he barely recognized it.
Her lips spread in a wicked grin. Her back arched as she basked in his attention.
Next, that naughty hand of hers trailed between her round, perky tits, down past her belly button, and straight into the wetness pooling at her core. She played with herself, teasing her clit, letting her dampness coat her fingertips.
He could smell her, sweet and spicy, and so turned on.
“Fuck,” he whispered, dragging the word out. His mouth watered. He was losing his damn mind. He couldn’t take this. His balls ached with fullness, and his cock throbbed to be set free. Stand down, he told himself. Your clothes are staying on.
Hands off her. You can’t touch her. You swore.
But his body had other ideas.
It was like the entire universe had collapsed down into this room, this woman. This single moment. Nothing else even existed.
His hands slid underneath her, clutching the smooth, bare skin. She made a sound of surprise as he palmed her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the counter. He licked his lips in anticipation.
He’d keep his dick in his pants. But he had to taste her. Had to make her come—on his tongue, in his mouth.
He bent over. She cried out as his tongue met her slit.
“Oh god, Devon. Yes. I want this. Please.”
Her wetness spread over his tastebuds. She was every bit as sweet as she smelled. She moaned as he kissed her folds, and the sound was pure lust.
He’d gone down on plenty of women—not a ton, but enough—yet the experience had never been this intense before. With her gorgeous body open to him, laid out like a feast for every one of his senses, he couldn’t remember his own name, much less why he hadn’t stripped her down until now.
Aurora gasped when he lapped at her clit, then closed his lips around it. He found a rhythm, alternating between licking and sucking, adjusting the pressure based on the intensity of her moans. Fucking her with his tongue.
He nearly came in his pants, but he managed to stay focused on her.
He loved the sounds she was making. Little pants and gasps as her pleasure rose higher and higher. Her fingers wound into his hair, and her hips bucked against his mouth.
He slipped a finger into her. Then another. Her wetness dripped down his hand and across his palm. Her taste was intoxicating. He drank her in, his cock so hard it was painful. His free hand reached down and squeezed his erection through his jeans.
Come for me, baby.
He fucked her with his fingers, flicking his tongue over her clit again. Aurora screamed as she came, her hips thrusting. His tongue didn’t stop laving until she quieted.
He stood up, licking his lips, wiping his chin. She panted, legs sprawled, a look of pure, exhausted release on her face.
“You,” she whispered, voice needy. “I want to see you. Please.”
Aurora reached for the button on his jeans. He had to help her push his zipper down. Distantly, some part of him said he wasn’t allowed to do this. His dick was supposed to stay in his pants. There were rules. Someone had told him.
But nothing existed for him but her. That, and his own need.
He yanked down his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, longer and fuller than he’d ever seen it.
“There you are. Devon, you’re incredible.”
He fisted his length, squeezing the base. Precum leaked from the tip.
“Let me see you stroke yourself.”
He swirled his thumb in the moisture at the head, then licked his palm for more lubrication.
He started working himself. His pace quickened, like a sports car going from zero to eighty.
His fist was tight, fast, rough. His body was desperate to come.
Devon was racing something. Racing the thoughts spinning inside his own brain.
Trying to outrun the reality that waited just outside this moment.
Aurora watched him as he jerked. A smile grew on her lips.
Her hand went to her own sex, fingers swirling around her clit, ready again already.
Like she couldn’t get enough. That was all he could take.
“I’m going to—” he choked out, but he was already spurting onto her stomach, groaning as the orgasm tore through him.
His fist pumped a few times more as he emptied, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from his body.
His knees gave out. Devon sat hard against the floor, chest heaving as he caught his breath.
He looked up. Aurora grinned down at him from the countertop. “That was fun.”
Devon didn’t say anything. All he could do was blink at her.
What. The fuck. Did I…just…do?
“You did like it, right? You came hard enough. I’ve got the evidence to prove it.” She slid down from the counter, grabbed the towel, and wiped herself off. “You’re freaking out right now. I can tell. Say something.”
He managed to stand up, trying to get his dick back in his pants. “I…”
“Devon.” Her voice was both teasing and warning. Her hand touched his chest, which was still covered by his T-shirt. “Don’t you dare say that was a mistake. Don’t run away from me again.”
He’d eaten out Aurora Bennett. The sister of his boss. The boss who’d fire him—maybe even seriously maim him—if he found out.
But god, she had tasted good. And Devon had come so hard he was lightheaded.
So maybe it was worth it.
She lifted onto her tiptoes to kiss him. He felt her fingers on the waistband of his jeans. She pushed them over his hips, along with his boxer briefs, her hand coming to rest on his ass cheeks. She gave them a squeeze, humming appreciatively.
His cock stirred, the traitor.
“Now the shirt,” Aurora whispered. “No fair that I’m the only one naked.”
This was the moment. His one last chance to undo what he’d just done.
Or at least, mitigate the damage. But all the walls he’d constructed to hide how he was feeling—all his perfectly honed control—had already crumbled into dust. Broken irreparably when he’d tasted her and heard her moaning in answer.
There was no going back. Not from this. Not from her.