My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,50

make my way to her. She stands taller once I reach her. She’s dressed in a lace nighty, and her hair is up in a messy bun.

She looks tired.

But so unbelievably hot.

“Beckham—”

“Is Oliver asleep?” I ask, cutting her off.

She nods, and that’s all the permission I need before I step up to her and kick the door shut behind me. My hands circle her waist and lift her up. She comes easily, her legs wrapping around me before I walk backward to her room. When I enter, I shut the door quietly, holding her up with my other hand so as not to wake Oliver before I lay her carefully on the bed.

Her hair falls from the bun and cascades all around her before I grasp her nighty and lift it over her head.

“Why are you here, Beckham?” she asks when I kick off my shoes, then undo my shirt.

“I thought that’s obvious,” I reply, looking down at the hard-on in my pants. I remove them, and her eyes fall to my cock before they return to mine.

“Is it just sex?” she asks on almost a whisper.

“No. But you know that already,” I reply.

Lying down, covering the top of her, I brush her hair back.

“You despise me,” she says.

I kiss her neck.

“Beckham!”

I look into her eyes, and I can see the flicker of gold in them. How did I not notice that before? “Hmm,” I hum, not wanting to talk right now. My body wants other things. Moving between her legs, I feel her entrance, and she spreads her legs wider, giving me as much access as I want.

“I’m your employee,” she says through heavy breaths.

“That you are. But right now, you are anything but my employee, wouldn’t you say?” I ask as I reach my hand between us.

She gasps. “Yes. Yes … I very much would.”

My mouth falls to her tit, and I take her nipple between my teeth. As I pull on it, she moves her body up, pushing me even closer until she wraps her legs around me.

“Tell me what you want?” I ask, moving to her entrance but not pushing in.

“You.”

“How do you want me?” I tease as I move to her other breast.

“In me. Now.”

“So demanding,” I answer, pushing in slightly.

“So annoying,” she grumbles, putting her heels on my ass and pushing me farther into her.

And down the rabbit hole, I go.

Literally.

Hers.

And I will gladly go there time and time again to get lost in a sea of hazel and soft smiles paired with tender kisses.

Fuck.

I’m there.

Chapter 25

Jacinta

I wake to Beckham lying next to me. His breathing is heavy as he sleeps on his stomach, one hand cast over my waist, pinning me to the bed. Which I might add, we aren’t even sleeping on the right way. I turn my head and check the time. It’s still early. I must have gotten only a few hours’ sleep, but I have to rise because Anderson’s dad is taking Oliver to the circus today to give me a chance to do Mom things while he’s gone for a few hours.

Cleaning. Groceries. You name it.

Slowly, I try to remove Beckham’s hand, careful not to wake him as I climb out of bed. I only get so far before his hand catches and pulls me back down. His face goes to my chest, and he holds me to him.

“I need to get up to get Oliver ready.”

“Grrr …” There are more words, but I can’t figure out what he says. After he’s finished speaking, his arm loosens, and he lets me go. I pull away and look down. His eyes are half-closed from sleep, but he is watching me.

“You look hot.”

“Not gorgeous? Not delectable? Just hot?” I scoff, reaching for a dress and throwing it over my head.

“No, you look fucking fantastic. So fucking good, I have to stay on my stomach because my cock has other ideas, and those ideas involve you. But because you have to tend to your son, I will keep my words to letting you know you’re hot, at least until we’re alone and I can ravish your body with my tongue and cock. That any better?” he asks, brow raised, the other one half covered by the pillow. “I suggest you answer and leave before I decide to lock you in here with me and have my way with you again and again.”

“You better go back to sleep.”

I step out the door and close it behind me. Leaning my body on it,