Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,21

Then forward.

Fuck, he was all the way inside her now.

The tight control he was keeping on his body to make this last as long as possible began to fray. She slid back, and he pulled her forward in a quick swoop. All the way again.

“Ohhh, fuck, baby.”

Then she started to surge forward and back, taking his full length every time. His breathing was erratic, and he knew he was clinging to the edge.

She squeezed him with her lips. When she slid back, she paused to suck his cockhead, then slipped off.

“Please come in my mouth, sir.” Her beautiful blue eyes peered up at him, pleading.

How did she do that? Look so sincere about giving him pleasure?

Then she glided deep again, and he lost it.

The tension in his groin coiled tight, then released. He groaned as pleasure erupted through him, his cock pulsing. Hot liquid filled her mouth, surrounding his cock. He jerked forward, filling her deeper, as the orgasm consumed him.

Oh, God, the intensity of it blew his mind.

He slumped back against the bar, sucking in short, deep breaths.

After a moment, he turned his attention to her, still on her knees in front of him, and met her blue-eyed gaze. His cock still sprouted from her full lips, her hand wrapped firmly around it. Slowly she glided back, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved, then over the cockhead. Her tongue lapped over every part of the crown before she finally slipped off the end of him.

Then she swallowed.

Fuck, he wanted to pull her into his arms and take that pretty little mouth of hers. To drive his tongue inside and taste his essence on her tongue.

“Thank you, sir,” she said softly, then bowed her head as if awaiting further orders.

At the sight, a grim melancholy washed over him.

Now he felt like a total jerk. His first time with the woman he loved had been a cheap, tawdry blow job. For his pleasure only.

Fuck, he wanted to drag her to the couch and go down on her right now. To rip away the tiny lace panties so he could see her pussy for the first time, then drive his tongue into her so far … to tease her clit so intensely … that she’d scream his name.

But he pulled the reins tight on that overwhelming desire as he realized what he’d just admitted to himself. Goddamn, he could not allow himself to love her.

He didn’t love her.

It was just residual sexual frustration from so many years of wanting her.

Fuck, he had to get the hell out of this suite.

“Now go and get ready,” he commanded sharply.

* * *

“So what took you two so long?” Austin asked as Quinn and April joined him at the table.

He’d texted Quinn to meet here so they could have dinner before they started their evening in the casino.

Austin hoped it was because they’d finally started talking and chipped away at their issues enough to allow themselves to get caught up in the obvious attraction between them. The way April stared down at her folded hands sitting on the table, her cheeks flushing a soft rose, might have convinced him, but Quinn’s expression was solemn.

“April got some bad news.”

Austin frowned as he glanced at April. “I’m sorry to hear that, April. I hope it’s not as bad as what’s already happened.”

April raised her face, and the despair emanating from her was like a punch to the gut.

Quinn’s gaze locked on his. “It’s worse.”

“What happened?”

“Her jerk of an ex had her fired and is ensuring that no one else in that town will hire her. He also arranged to foreclose on her mortgage, so she’s lost her home and the equity she’s built up.”

Austin’s chest tightened. “The guy is a vindictive bastard. It sounds like going back to that town wasn’t really going to work for you if your ex has that kind of pull. But as for your town house, there’s no way he should be able to get away with that. What’s the address of the property?”

April raised her gaze. “Why?”

Austin pulled out his cell phone. “Just humor me.”

“It’s 1260 Apricot Lane in Lachelle, Massachusetts.”

Austin tapped in the address and emailed it to his lawyer with a note.

“If you can pay off the mortgage, they can’t take the town house. They’re betting that you can’t sell it fast enough. So I propose that I buy the town house. Then you have the money to pay off the outstanding amount on the mortgage and