Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Almost.
I wrapped my palm around his shaft and sat up just enough to suck him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, curling his fingers inside me.
Sparks exploded inside me, my lungs seizing as he shifted his hips, dragging himself from between my lips.
“So fucking greedy tonight,” he rasped.
That was more of a truth than he even knew. Over the past few weeks, I’d become addicted to Devon Grant in every way imaginable. It was safe to say he wasn’t running from me anymore. He didn’t seem to remember that he’d ever tried.
He’d leaned into this—into me—with a kind of certainty that made it impossible not to follow. Not just physically, but in all the ways that mattered more.
We stayed awake late into the night, naked and sated, devouring and unraveling each other with questions and conversation. Piece by piece, color by brilliant color, I’d gotten to know the real Devon Grant. And he was so much more than I ever could have expected.
He laughed a lot, rich and infectious. Gone was his perpetual scowl. He never once missed an opportunity to greet me with a heart-stopping smile.
There were still parts of himself that he kept quiet, fluidly steering conversations when things hit too close to home. But that’s what people did when getting to know each other, slowly revealing the not-so-flattering bits that made you human. I sure as hell wasn’t dumping my deepest and darkest secrets at his feet yet either. Though after meeting Sebastian and protecting me against a literal stalker, he knew the majority.
We still had to figure out his job. A relationship with a client was frowned upon in his world—I just hadn’t realized how seriously they took it. Our first and only quasi-argument had come when I’d offered to personally hire him if he left Guardian. I was frustrated and sick of hiding from the cameras, and his “Fuck no” had come far too quickly to sit right with me.
In pure Devon fashion, he’d recognized the hurt in my eyes, gathered me in his arms, and spent the next few hours filling my ears with stories of his second family—Jude, Lark, Alex, Brayden, and yeah, even a few of Apollo.
It should be known, Guardian Protection Agency was wild. The film industry could make a fortune on the tales of those men and the lengths they went to protect the women they loved.
And all of that, knowing he was surrounded by good people who he didn’t want to lose, sat exactly right with me. Even if it didn’t make our lives any easier.
But we still had our nights together, in my room or his. And for now, that was the only place I wanted to be.
“I wouldn’t have to be greedy if you’d hurry up and get me off,” I murmured.
His mouth curved, that same hooded arrogance settling in like he had all the time in the world. Slowly removing his fingers, he lazily brushed his thumb over my clit. “You want my mouth?”
I moaned, grinding my hips against his hand, begging for more. “I want all of you.”
“You already got all of me, Lofton.” His jeans rustled as he worked them the rest of the way down his thighs. He hadn’t come into the room with his boots on, and as he continued his tender assault on my clit, I sent up immeasurable gratitude that he didn’t need to use both hands to get naked.
I lost his touch when he prowled to the foot of the bed, his heated gaze locked on mine as he lowered himself to his knees. A squeak flew from my mouth when he caught my ankles and dragged me down the bed. Then, one by one, he methodically positioned my legs over his shoulders.
His warm breath fluttered up my thighs. Anticipation built inside me, need painfully growing the longer he made me wait. “Devon,” I begged.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please.”
A smirk tilted his lips. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He lowered his head, inhaling slowly before running his tongue along my slit.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hands going straight to his head, fingers gripping his hair. “Right there. Yes. Oh God, don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. He feasted on me with a patience so deliberate it bordered on torturous, every nerve ending in my body lighting up in response. He added two fingers inside me, curling and coaxing, while his tongue matched the motion until I shook beneath him.
It took seconds rather than minutes for my first orgasm to find me.
“Devon,” I whimpered before I shattered, completely undone.
He didn’t bother cleaning up before he came up to kiss me. Our lips met, and I tasted myself, causing a seed of possession to grow in my chest.
Me. On him.
Us. Together.
The kiss became frenzied, his hand finding my breasts as I slid a hand between us to palm his length.