Love Another Day Read Online Lexi Blake (Masters and Mercenaries #14)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
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He wasn’t going to play fair. Not when it came to this. He would use every trick he could find. He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned the fly of his slacks. “Nothing fair about this. This is about what I want. What I need. And I need a taste. I didn’t get a proper taste of you and I can’t get that regret out of my head. Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit up all night long trying to come up with how your pussy’s going to taste on my tongue? Will you be sweet like fruit? Or rich like cream?”

“You need other things to think about,” she said, but this time her lips were curling up. “I sit up at night thinking about what I need to buy for the clinic.”

He shifted his body, getting down to his belly and laying a sweet kiss on hers. “No, I like my nightly ritual better.”

He ran his tongue down from her belly button. This was where she’d carried their son. The bittersweet thought ran through him. If he’d been with her, he would have kissed the growing mound, measuring it with his hands and giving her comfort while they waited for their boy.

He wanted to apologize, but she wouldn’t listen to him. Not yet. Oh, she might say all the right things, but he hadn’t earned her forgiveness, so those words would be meaningless.

He breathed in her scent. Sex and soap and a sweetness that made his cock tighten. Her pussy was a thing of beauty. Smooth and ripe as any peach. She’d either kept up her grooming routine or at some point had that perfect piece of flesh lasered to perfection. “Don’t move. I don’t want to stop and have to discipline you again. I would rather spend my time doing this.”

He set his mouth on her, loving the way she squirmed under him. She made mewling sounds that went straight to his cock. He could feel himself pulsing even as he tongued her clitoris, rubbing that nub over and over. She was the most delicious of desserts. He could taste her arousal, the lush flavor of her orgasm. It coated his tongue and left him desperate for more.

Her legs spread wider, practically begging him to keep up his torture. He had no plans to stop. Certainly not until she’d come all over his tongue. That was what he needed. He needed to show her all the ways he could take care of her. She might be smart and quick and capable, but she couldn’t do this to herself. She needed him.

He parted her labia, sucking each side gently and leaving not an inch of her feminine flesh unloved. He let his thumb find her clit, pressing down and rotating in time with his tongue. So much sweet cream and it was all for him.

She was all his, and though she might not know it yet, she was staying that way. She was staying that way forever.

He speared her with his tongue, letting that glorious arousal coat him like honey. He felt the moment she gave over again, letting the orgasm take her. She was quiet, but he could hear her whimper and felt the way her hands found his hair, sinking in and twisting as though she needed to keep him where he was.

He could have told her he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was far too busy enjoying her. His whole body felt alive, every inch of his skin lit with the pure need to connect with her.

Since the moment he’d realized she was asleep in that tub and known some kind of horror movie was playing out in her head, all he’d been able to think about was getting her out of that place. He wasn’t sure what she’d been dreaming about, but he’d known it was bad. His heart had ached and he’d realized that his connection to her was about much more than lust. Sex with her could be more than it had been that one night when he’d first taken her. Sex could be more. They could be more.

But that was a thought for another time. Now he could have her. He’d done his job. He pushed himself up to shove down his pants and get inside her.

He stopped, the image of his normally upright and slightly prissy doc making him freeze. Her body was flushed with orgasm, her face relaxed. Her hair was spread out over the pillows and her body lax and beautifully wanton. She didn’t look like the woman who competently handled everything from broken bones to viral outbreaks. She looked like a woman who’d been well loved.

That was what he could give her. That was the one thing no one else could give her. No one on the face of the earth would love her as long and well and devoutly as he would.


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