Page 26 of Daring Wicked Love (Wicked Dade #2)

If what happened with Orla was wrong, then I never wanted to be right again.

Everything with her felt too good, too perfect for it to be considered wrong.

The way her naked body was curled around mine, her cheek pressed against my chest as she slept, I didn’t want to think about the consequences that were to come from sleeping with my daughter’s nanny.

When I said I wanted to be her friend, it was a semi-truth.

Normally, I didn’t have time for friendships, with Noah being the exception; even then, our friendship was, albeit, abnormal.

We tended to see each other only at Monarch , and that was usually because one of us needed to blow off some steam with alcohol or hitting a small white ball until our palms bled.

With Orla, I told myself to try and be her friend.

Hell, I wanted to do anything in my power to keep her from walking away, because that damn blonde pixie was becoming a fixture in my life that I didn’t want to lose quite yet.

When, in all honesty, friendship was the furthest thing I wanted from her. Not when all I could think about was kissing her, tasting her, fucking her until my name was the only name she’d ever want to cry out.

And now that I had a taste of her, there was no going back.

She stirred as I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her plump lips parting and grey eyes blinking open slowly.

I expected her to panic, for the realization of what happened to hit her like a runaway freight train.

Instead, she flashed me with a smile that made me want to reach out and kiss her until her lips were bruised and forever imprinted with my own.

As if she could physically read my thoughts, her tongue rolled along her bottom lip.

The undeniable tension from the night before nestled between us.

Drinking in the sight of her, starting with the bottom of her legs tangled in mine and working my way up, it was impossible to miss the way she attempted to squeeze her thighs together.

I memorized the pink skin on her stomach as I ran a single finger along the small mole beside her belly button, etching it into my mind forever.

Christ , she was so beautiful.

She inhaled a sharp breath when my gaze found hers, and my finger dipped lower, finding her perfectly wet and ready.

“We should talk…” Her words trailed off the second I found her clit.

Taking my time, I soaked in every little detail as my finger circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. The crinkle in between her brows, her teeth skimming her bottom swollen lip, and the goosebumps branding her arms brought my cock to standing attention.

Deep pink scorched her cheeks. “Frederic, we really should talk about this.”

“Talk away, Pixie.” I slipped my finger into her with utter ease, enjoying the whimper it drew out from her. “I’m all ears.”

Another finger slid into her, right down to the bottom knuckle, and fucking hell, she felt like she was made for me and only me.

She ground her hips down, swiveling on the full length of my two digits, and all I could do was watch.

“What does this mean… Ahh, fuck ,” she cried out as my fingers curled right onto her sweet spot. “Friends don’t do this… Oh sweet lord , right there.”

I chuckled at her attempts to talk, rubbing the pad of my thumb on her clit until her breath turned ragged.

She was right, friends didn’t do this, but right now, I wasn’t her friend.

I was the man who wanted to make her come harder than she ever had before, the same man who was so desperate to finally taste her sweet cunt that pre-cum leaked from my stiff cock just thinking about it.

Moving quickly, I pinned her to the bed beneath me and placed myself between her spread open legs, just the way I liked her.

The memory of how good she felt wrapped around me, the tightness engulfing every inch until I came so fucking hard, I thought I was going to pass out — it took every ounce of my power not to push my cock into her soaking cunt.

A pout formed on her full lips. “No fair, I was about to come.”

“Poor Pixie,” I teased, lowering myself to brush my lips against hers. “Tell you what, you can either come, or we can stop and talk.”

She stilled beneath me, and for the smallest of seconds, I watched her consider stopping.

We both knew that talking was a sure-fire way to draw the lines back between us.

Boss and employee.

Friends.

Whatever label she wanted to slap on it, to ignore the attraction we felt for each other.

And although it was only a matter of time before we had to draw those lines back in the sand, I longed to hang onto every fleeting second I had with her like this.

Orla blinked away whatever she was thinking and pushed her hips up, sliding her warm, wet cunt along the head of my throbbing cock.

It was all the permission I needed.

Stealing a kiss from her, my lips followed the curve of her neck right down to the peaks of her breasts. I didn’t stop there, lips and tongue continuing their assault on her skin, I travelled along her hip bones until I was standing at the bottom of the bed.

Resting on her elbows, she watched me slowly drop to my knees like a peasant before his queen.

Grabbing her waist, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and chuckled as she eagerly spread her legs wider for me. “God, look at you, you’re drenched for me.”

Orla didn’t get a chance to respond as I ran my tongue along her seam, savoring the pure ecstasy of her.

Seigneur, aie pitié. There were no words in the dictionary to describe how utterly good she tasted.

If I had died at that moment, I would have died a happy man.

I was a man possessed as I slid my tongue along her swollen clit, enthralled with the sound of her gasps and throaty whimpers.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Better than bubble-gum ice cream?” she half-laughed, half-moaned.

“Much better,” I hummed against her clit. “You’re my new favorite flavor.”

My cock surged painfully when she buried her hands into my hair, grabbing at the roots and dragging my gaze up to hers. Grey eyes poured into mine, her cheeks burning brighter than a red traffic stop, as I slipped two fingers back into her.

“Frederic,” she gasped.

Watching her grab her breast, her fingers tweaking her own nipple while I took her clit and sucked it between my teeth was the single greatest sight I’d ever laid eyes on.

Pumping my cock with my spare hand, I feasted on her as if I was on death row and she was my last meal before finally seeing the fiery pits of hell.

“Oh my god, please don’t stop.” Her hips pushed down, twisting into my fingers. “Right there, right fucking there. Shiiiiit. ”

I wasn’t a betting man, but I could safely bet my entire fortune that there was no sound in the world better than Orla coming undone.

As much as I wanted to torture her, to bring her to the edge only to stop just at the moment of sweet release, my own cock wouldn’t have thanked me for it.

Not when it was begging to be buried deep inside her.

Rolling my tongue over her clit until her legs trembled, I eased a third finger into her dripping cunt and was rewarded with an explosive cry.

Plunging my fingers quickly in and out of her, her wetness dripping down to my wrist, I was too fucking close to making a mess myself.

But I refused to stop.

Not until her body physically sagged, and her nails dislodged themselves from my skull.

Standing up, I took in the heavenly sight of her naked and flushed. “Get on all fours for me.”

Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she cocked her head to the side. “Why don’t you make me?”

This fucking woman.

I reached for her chin, taking it firmly between my thumb and index finger.

“I was going to fuck that pretty cunt of yours. I was going to stretch you from behind while you played with your needy little clit until you made a mess.” I pulled on her chin and pried her mouth open.

“But I think it’s about time we put that bratty mouth of yours to better use. ”

A damn inferno burst to life in those grey hues.

Rubbing her thighs together, she didn’t bat an eyelid when I gripped the back of her neck and perched the head of my glistening cock on her bottom lip.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her lips closed around my cock and when I felt the tip of her tongue swirl around me and lick every leaking drop of excitement from my tip, my knees nearly buckled.

A smirk toyed on her lips as she took me deeper, her tongue sliding up and down my length in a zig-zag motion. One hand reached out to cradle my balls while the other cupped her breast.

“Fuck, Orla, that wicked mouth of yours will be the death of me.”

Her gaze met mine from beneath her lashes.

Now that was a fucking picture I wanted to remember forever.

She teased me with her tongue again, lazily rolling it along the bouncing vein in my shaft.

She slowly took another inch, her nose brushing against my mound as she settled her mouth fully around me.

The distinct sound of a gag had me nearly pulling away, but only when her hand massaged my balls did I stay put.

Any resolve I had left nearly broke when she started to suck me deeply. The moans vibrating in her throat hummed along my length, causing my legs to stiffen. I grabbed a handful of her hair to steady myself.

She didn’t break eye contact, not for a fucking second.

And merde, I loved it.

Bucking my hips forward, I started to fuck her mouth. “Pinch me if it gets too much. One pinch and I will stop.”

She nodded, moaning on my cock as she tugged on her nipple.

Grabbing more hair, I tugged her up and down onto my cock, fucking her mouth with an increased frenzied pace. The sound of her spit, her tongue flicking against my tip, was all too much.

Desperation took hold.

My need to fill her clouded everything inside me.

I wanted — longed to fill every part of her, to mark her as my own like some primal caveman.

Because I wanted nothing more than for her to be mine.

Mine to come in.

Mine to fuck.

Mine to have.

Mine to cherish.

Tipping my head back, my jaw locking as the rush of blood surged from the top half of my body to the bottom. Shooting stars and the whole Milky Way exploded into my vision as I erupted in her mouth.

If the two of us kept going, it was going to ultimately lead to heartbreak. Listening to my heart screwed me over once before, so I locked it away years ago and threw away the fucking key for good measure.

But standing there watching her take every drop I had to offer and swallow it with a playful grin, I feared over time she’d be the one to manage a way to pick the lock.