Page 115 of Delicious Surrender

Brynne held the donut in her mouth and sucked on it as Gage positioned himself between her legs. He leaned down and began licking her everywhere except where she throbbed the most. His tongue circled all around her swollen clit. If it had a voice, it would be screaming for his attention. His other hand dipped into the pool of wetness, then entered her—leisurely pushing in and out while his tongue danced and lapped and nibbled. Finally, his warm mouth kissed her there—then helicked and sucked until she could not hold on any longer. She swallowed the donut and let out a loud keening wail of ecstasy as her bound limbs struggled and twisted. Just as she caught her breath, Gage’s mouth started strumming her sensitive flesh again. He ignored her pleas, and a second violent orgasm took her by surprise, making her cry out in shock.

He grabbed scissors out of the sideboard and cut all the ropes to free her. She sat up and inched toward the edge of the table while watching him strip off his pants and don a condom with shaking hands. “Next week you see the doctor.” His words were ground out with effort. He picked her up and impaled her in one stroke. Brynne gripped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. When his mouth found hers, his kiss carried an undercurrent of raw unrestrained passion that took her breath away. She tasted the divine combination of cinnamon, sugar, and herself on his tongue.

Gage carried her like she weighed nothing, bouncing her up and down on his prick as he strode into the master bathroom. In the walk-in shower, he set her down to put the water on. “I feel sugar everywhere.” He groaned.

When the temperature was right, he took the handheld shower head and washed the residue off her and then himself. Then he turned her to face away from him and handed the sprayer to her.

“Brace yourself and spread your legs.”

She wordlessly complied. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, straight onto his cock.

“Ooh uh!” she squeaked as he slammed fully into her.

“If you can aim that stream of water and give yourself another orgasm, you are welcome to try. But I warn you, I won’t last long.”

He began fucking her hard and fast, and Brynne braced herself with one hand on the wall and aimed the shower head with the other. She was close, but his thrusts were becoming more ragged. Then he suddenly pulled her torso up so her back was flush to his chest, his hands kneading her breasts, his mouth biting her shoulder. She aimed the water and found the spot by accident and held it there, losing her focus on everything but the pounding in her ears and between her legs.

His mouth was on her neck. “Come. With. Me.” Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. She felt her legs would not hold her up and had no concept of time—until she felt him slowly pull out of her.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded. “More than okay.”

He wrapped her in a plush bath towel, then grabbed one for himself. As he disposed of the condom, he said, “Make an appointment for bloodwork so I don’t have to use those bloody things anymore.”

“I will.” She dried herself while he loaded his toothbrush. “I need water. Is that guy gone?”

He grinned. “He was gone after clearing the dinner plates.”

“You let me think he could walk in at any moment.” She pouted.

“Aye. And yet you managed to do what I asked.”

“Be glad I have nothing within reach to lob at your head.”

He laughed and went on brushing his teeth.

Brynne put on the T-shirt he wore earlier that day, inhaling his distinctive scent. On the way to the kitchen, she saw the wild state of the dining room. Her beautiful dress was on the floor, shoes discarded under the table, and the scattered black cords reminded her of coiled snakes lying in wait. She blew out the warming candle and began tidying up. It would not do for the housekeeper to see this mess. She tucked the ropes back into the drawer and grinned. He was certainly imaginative.

The cinnamon oil was a wicked surprise and one worth repeating, so she tucked it way back in the spice cabinet. She packed up the rest of the delectable Brazilian donuts, loaded the dishwasher, and cleaned up all the cinnamon sugar. Anything to delay the daunting task of reading him her story.

He had dimmed the lights, and he was lying in bed asleep, the sheet drawn to the sexy dimples in his hips. She stood there, admiring his muscular chest and his flat stomach. A sexy swirl of hair charted a path downward to her own carnal Sword of Damocles.

“There can be no happiness for one who is under constant apprehensions.”

The one thing she’d managed to avoid her whole life was staring her in the face: a man she could fall for. She’d eagerly accepted the proposal, ignorant of the dangers that came with it.When it was over and he walked away, she would never be the same.

Brynne tiptoed out of the room. She needed some space to think, and she wouldn’t get that sleeping next to him. It might piss him off, but she would deal with the consequences tomorrow.

Gage rolled over and felt the empty space next to him.What the fuck?The bedside lamp was still on, and she was not there. The last thing he remembered was her going to the kitchen for water.

A quick check of the living and dining rooms confirmed she cleaned up the evidence of their cinnamon sugar orgy. The kitchen was neat as a pin. He grabbed a bottle of water and headed to her room. She earned herself a serious punishment for not following through and reading to him. It was clear from her agitation and excuses that she found the idea of reading to him unnerving. That just made him more determined to hear it.

Moonlight streamed in from the window. He could see she was wearing his T-shirt. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, and she had wedged a king-size pillow between her thighs. Part of him wanted to drag her over his knee right then and there, at odds with the part that wanted to tuck the covers in and leave her to sleep.

He mentally shook himself.This was not the time to go soft.She wanted the full experience, and he planned to give it to her.

Decision made, he dragged the covers off and picked her up. She stirred and started struggling in his arms.