Page 109 of Trouble from Abroad
I lap at every inch of her pussy, tasting both of us. It’s the best fucking thing that’s ever graced my mouth.
Her lips are swollen under my tongue. I rub my beard against her thighs, letting the scrape mark her and getting marked back with her scent.
“This pussy is going to ruin me, Mia. But worse? It’s going to become aneed. And I don't know how to live with that kind of hunger.”
Her nails rake my scalp, breath stuttering, voice ragged.
“You’re ruining me too, Preston… So do your fucking worst.”
I grin against her thigh. “Every fucking time you let me in, baby, I will.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
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We’re a tangle of limbs,breath, and what I’m now calling the best goddamn decision of my adult life. I’d bet Liam’s fortune that no hired escort would’ve fucked me half as thoroughly as Preston just did. Where’s that list and my red Sharpie? And a gold medal for this man, too.
I’m still gasping for air when he murmurs, pulling me closer by the waist, “Want a nap, a shower, a messy dip in the pool, or do you want to tempt fate with round two?”
A hysterical laugh escapes me before I can stop it, half-delirious and fully blissed-out. “Part of me is scared you’re serious about that last part.”
“Well, part of me’s not so sure I could actually handle that,” he says, grinning. “That’s why I said ‘tempt fate.’ So don’t get your hopes up too high.”
I roll on top of him, pin his wrists above his head, and kiss him all over. Nose, cheek, jaw. Quick, semi-annoying kisses that make him squirm and fake a struggle. They start out silly and fun, but when Preston laughs along, they somehow feel more intimate than anything we just did.
“Shower to clean,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Then pool to relax.” Another kiss, light as air, and I roll away, immediately hating the distance.
I stand up, and cum runs down my thigh. I don’t take the next step. Not because I’m grossed out, but because… I want to feel it. Feel him. Dripping from me.
It’s weird. New. Primal. Why do I love it so much?
I don’t know. But now’s not the time to tame or dissect the feeling.
Grinning to myself, I make a dramatic exit toward the bathroom.
“This pussy is off-limits, Doctor,” I toss over my shoulder.
His laugh follows me in. “Good luck with that, Miss Thorne.”
* * *
It’s a quick shower. At least it’s supposed to be.
But Preston keeps watching me, eyes like hands, hands like magnets, and I find myself spinning toward the waterfall stream, using it as a shield. Not from nudity. But from… him.
His stare strips me. He’s peeling back the woman I’ve spent years building from duct tape and ambition. The one who walked out of a caravan park and never looked back.
When Preston studies me like that, so focused and steady, I don’t feel sexy. I feelseen. And that? That’s a whole new kind of naked. One I never learned how to pose for. It’s a kind of vulnerability I have never allowed myself to feel.
So I do what I always do when the world gets too sharp.I flash the smile that charmed rent tips out of drunk assholes and kept me afloat in glass towers full of boardroom sharks. I clear my throat and look back at him.
“What about that dip in the pool?”
He doesn’t fall for it.
“Don’t hide from me,” he pleads. “I’ll ask as many times as I have to.”
“Stop decoding my every blink, Pres.” I bump him with my hip. “We just met. Mystery’s part of the charm, right?”
