were sexy. Hoped you would kiss me.”
“I should have.”
Her thighs tightened around my ears. “The first time on your bike. I pictured you pulling over on the side of the road and fucking me against the first building we found.”
I thought of Luna’s hair wrapped around my wrist, her palms flat on a brick wall, back bowed as I took her from behind.
“I should have,” I grunted, then increased the pressure of my tongue. Firm, even strokes right against her clit as I stroked her from the inside.
“I wanted to suck your cock on that motorcycle, Beck, Beck, Beck.” Her fingers yanked at my hair. I shoved her farther across my desk, sending even more meaningless office supplies tumbling to the ground. One leg hoisted over my shoulder as I licked her clit fast, hot.
No goddamn mercy.
“After you come on my tongue, you’re going to drop to those knees and suck my cock, sweetheart.”
She squealed at that, mouth wide, these breathy, sexy sounds tumbling from those lips. I did the fanciest tongue work of my life as she writhed and panted and yanked the hair from my head. I knew that everything about this moment was different, that everything with Luna would be better. The ugly voice in my subconscious was quieter now. Softer. Replaced by a feeling of trust.
My hand worked beneath those skirts and I palmed her breasts with the other, let her nipples harden as I sucked her clit between my lips.
“Oh my god, like that. Like that like that—”
Luna climaxed with her entire body—screams, moans, limbs trembling, hands slapping down onto the desk as I held her to my face while she rode out the aftershocks. I would have happily kept going, licking her over and over until she tapped out. But that wasn’t what she had in mind.
Not at all.
Luna da Rosa sat up on that desk. Put her foot on my chest and shoved. I fell back into my desk chair, surprised.
“What are you doing?” I asked, because I could have guessed and I wasn’t sure I deserved it.
She leaned forward, palms on my thighs, and ghosted her lips along my ear. “I’m going to get on my knees and service you, sir. Like you told me. How does that sound?”
My fingers flexed on the chair. “You don’t have to do that. Those were just words. A fantasy.”
“You would deny me the pleasure of feeling your huge cock hit the back of my throat?”
My brain sparked, shorted. Went entirely black. My jaw felt seconds away from breaking. “Sweetheart.”
“Mr. Mason.” Her mouth teased mine, biting a little. “Why are you restraining yourself, Beck? You think I can’t handle the beast?”
I growled at her, lip curled.
She gave me a hard, bruising kiss. “I’m going to have this cock, Beck. And you’re going to come down my throat. And you’re not going to hold back, you hear me?”
She sank to the ground, layers of her skirt fanning out all around her. Her fingers slid over my knees, tugged down my zipper. She reached in, freed my cock—already leaking, aching for her.
“Where do you want those hands?” she asked. She knew. Luna had figured out my little obsession with her hair.
“Your hair,” I bit out.
“Then do it.”
So I speared my fingers into all that brown-and-gold silk as she lowered her plump lips all the way down.
42
Luna
Power.
There you are.
That had been what was missing — or rather, taken from me—as the media and my fans had descended with their bloodthirsty insults.
It was my power, being slowly drained away as I tried to correct a mistake that would never, truly, be corrected.
It was my power, being drained away because I gave it away to strangers. My twelve million fans didn’t really know the true me. Money drained it. Greed drained it.
But not now. That glow over my heart was back and in full force, demanding me to service this sexy, filthy hulk of a man sitting in front of me. A man who had spread my legs and eaten me out with a hungry abandon, growling and licking and groaning and shuddering. Seeing his shaggy, bearded face between my legs had ignited a thrill I’d never experienced before.
But now it was my turn. Beck the beast was mine to play with—to tease and taunt and to be overcome by.
The cock I released was miraculous. Thick, veined, perfect. Big. Really big. And I wanted it all.
He speared his fingers into my hair and I gave into it—gave into the pure sexual