a moment in time that suspended past and future. She wanted to stay in it.
He turned her and she found herself up and on the table in an instant. “Lie down. Spread your legs.”
She breathed a sigh of relief because she knew that look in his eyes. He was done playing. He was ready to move on to the main event, and she had avoided the one thing she didn’t want to do with him.
Get really emotional. Open up. She could take his affection without offering up her soul, and that would be best for both of them. She wasn’t a fool. He would leave again at some point. They’d passed the moment when they could have had forever. So she would take these hours and hold them close.
Beck stood at the end of the table and stared at her. He slowly brought his hand down to grip his own cock.
Maybe he wasn’t done playing yet.
She stared right back at him, memorizing the way his body looked now, including the new scars. She’d loved and worshipped every inch of his gorgeous body, from his silky dark hair to those ridiculously large feet. But she adored his cock. It was long and thick, and a pearl of creamy fluid pulsed at the slit as he stroked from the head all the way down to those heavy balls she loved to cup. She could spend a long time licking and sucking that cock and working his balls into her mouth.
“While we’re stuck here, every night we’ll come down here after hours and play. That will be my time. You’ll serve me down here, and all day I’ll do whatever you need me to do on this investigation. You’re in charge of that. I’m in charge of this.”
She could handle those rules. She wanted to explore this part of his life, to see how it could bring them closer together for the time they had. The last thing she wanted to do was waste a moment of it. “Yes, Sir.”
He stopped and shook his head. “No. I want to hear my name.”
She felt those words in her heart and knew she was going to lose the whole don’t-give-your-soul-to-him game. If he could get back to being Beck, they might have a shot. For so many years he’d used Ezra’s name as a shield to protect himself. “Beck. Yes, Beck. In this room, you’re the king and I am your happy sub.”
She might be happy if they could break through the walls.
He gripped her ankles and dragged her down the table so her pussy was right on the edge. He spread her ankles wide, and she was utterly vulnerable to him.
The table seemed to be at the perfect height. Beck dropped to his knees and she watched as he breathed in her scent. The decadent look on his face made her breath catch. Then he leaned down and licked her, and then she wasn’t breathing at all. Then her eyes were rolling back and her whole body focused on one thing, that soft feeling at her core.
Beck’s tongue worked her over, spearing her again and again. She could feel a pleasant ache where he’d spanked her. The ache coupled with the soft stroke of his tongue, drowning her in sensation. He pushed her higher and higher as he settled his mouth over her clit, and that big finger pressed inside her pussy. She brought her head up so she could see him. His eyes were staring right at her, connecting them and tearing down any shield that might have protected her from him.
This was how sex had always been between them. They couldn’t hold back, couldn’t pretend there was anything but need between them—a need only the other could fill.
She held his gaze and gave him everything as he stroked inside and his tongue laved her clit in the perfect rhythm. She wanted the moment to last, to stay in this place forever, but she finally couldn’t hold out a second longer.
The orgasm rushed over her and her whole body tightened and released, relief flooding through her.
Her head fell back as Beck gave her one last lick and rose to his feet. She watched as he moved between her legs and knew it was his time.
She forced herself to sit up and open her arms.
* * * *
Beck’s whole body was alive for the first time in years. It didn’t matter what he’d told her. Fucking Kim Solomon was making love. It always was.