Spotlight by Eden Finley Page 0,74

Maggie says.

Kaylee shoves the last of her sandwich in her mouth at once. “I’m full.”

Maggie turns to us. “I’ll have her back in an hour? That good?”

“That’s fine,” I mumble. “But just so you know, when you move back, you’re gonna have to find a job. You know, give you something to do to fill your time.”

She laughs, but Lyric looks at me weird.

As soon as they’re out the front door, I shake my head.

“We should get these dishes in the dishwasher.” I stand and carry them over to the kitchen counter, but Lyric’s right behind me.

“What was that about?”

I turn to him. “Apparently, we’re not being subtle. Maggie knows about us.”

“Oh.” Lyric looks worried.

I reach for him and pull him against me. “You have no reason to be scared. Maggie already approves.”

“Uh-huh.” He still looks freaked-out.

“We have an hour to ourselves …”

That snaps him out of whatever’s going on in his head and brings a wicked smile to his lips. “What about the dishes?”

“Fuck the dishes.”

“Hmm, I’d rather not, but I mean, I guess if you’re into that …”

I shove him. “Not what I meant.”

“Mmhmm. Sure.”

I grip his—er, my—shirt and pull him close, but I don’t seal my mouth over his yet. I let us linger an inch apart.

“Tease,” he mumbles.

I lick my lips.

He closes the gap, and I breathe him in. His mouth is warm and intoxicating. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my distance in front of Kaylee. Especially with Maggie leaving again soon to finalize her military crap.

“I’ll never get enough of kissing you,” I say against his lips.

“I’m totally okay with that.”

He pulls me off the counter, and we wander through the house, too engrossed in each other to watch for furniture.

I hit the doorframe and break away from kissing him even though I don’t want to. “We’re going to get bruises if we keep this up.”

“Maybe if you didn’t have such a big house, we’d be close to a bedroom.”

“Screw it.” I turn and push Lyric against the wall. “Here’s good enough for what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?” Lyric’s hazel eyes hold amusement in them.

“The first day we ever met, you basically said I suck. I still haven’t proven to you how accurate that statement is.”

Lyric groans as I drop to my knees, and his hand immediately goes into my hair.

I work open the jeans he’s wearing and stare up at him. I like him in my clothes more than I should. It’s like he’s wearing a little piece of me. Like he belongs to me as much as the clothing does.

It makes that possessive instinct kick in and fills my chest with pride.

I love even more that I didn’t throw him underwear and he’s going commando.

His hard cock springs free, and I bite my cheek to stop from moaning.

I can’t resist a little taste and run my tongue along the hard, velvety length.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I murmur.

Lyric shudders above me, his hips thrusting forward. His cock runs along my cheek, and I feel the wetness of precum on my skin.

I want to ask him how he feels about his boss being on his knees for him, but I don’t want to complicate things between us any more than they already are.

Now that I’m in this, Lyric and I need to be equals in everything. Though, there isn’t really anything equal about the vulnerable position I’m in right now, and I’m loving it.

“I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck me off.” Lyric’s commanding voice is gruff, and my cock is definitely on board. It fights the confines of my pants, eager to give Lyric anything he asks for.

While I undo my jeans, I tease his head by running my tongue under the ridge of his tip.

His cock twitches, and I need my hand to steady it.

As soon as I have my aching dick free, I wrap my fingers around my hard shaft and use my other hand to guide his cock to my waiting lips.

“Holy fuck, Ryder. You’ve never looked hotter.”

I want to dispute that to be a smart-ass, but honestly, I’m enjoying this too much.

Lyric leans back against the wall, thrusting his cock farther into my mouth.

My eyes water the tiniest bit, but I can take it.

What I can’t take is the blissed-out expression on Lyric’s face as I stare up at him.

His eyes are locked on mine, hooded and intense as he watches his cock continually disappear