Page 89 of The VIP Doubles Down

She must have made a noise of some sort, because Pie reached out and patted her cheek with one soft paw. “I can see that she’s having a tough time settling in here.”

“Wherever you are is her home.”

“Me and some tuna.”

“Don’t undersell yourself,” Gavin said in a surprisingly serious tone.

“You notice who she’s lying on top of.”

“I’m simply a large flat surface generating heat ... and petting.” He picked the cat up with one hand and gently set her down beside him before dragging Allie halfway on top of him to kiss her. His hands drifted up and down her back, each stroke going lower until he was caressing the curve of her bottom. “But I’d much rather pet you.”

She had enough sense left to pull her mouth away from the temptation of his firm, warm lips. “Nope. Today we have work to do.”

Ignoring her protest, he slid one finger between her legs from behind, sending a tendril of arousal spiraling through her. “Stop,” she gasped as he grazed his fingertip over her most sensitive spot. There was nothing she could do to prevent him from feeling the liquid heat of her reaction.

“You’re saying no, but I’m getting another message here,” he said, slipping his finger partway inside her.

Her body betrayed her utterly as her nipples hardened against the solid planes of his chest.

He whispered against the whorls of her ear, “Let me give you just one little orgasm. Think of it as a prebreakfast treat.”

His finger was doing wicked things against and inside her, and she felt the tightening deep within. She nodded against his chest, her cheek rasping against the dapple of hair there. “One ... little ... orgasm.”

He shifted her farther up his body and spread her legs open so they lay on either side of his. Then he used his hand to drive her to the crest and over the edge of release as he told her how much he loved to make her come.

As she lay gasping, her body draped over his like a blanket, he sucked her liquid off his fingers. “More delicious than the finest brandy,” he said, licking his lips.

“This time of day it should be orange juice,” she said.

His fingers found her buttock with a light squeeze. “I’m trying to be seductive, and you talk about Tropicana.”

“Hey, no bruising the fruit.” She rolled off him to sprawl on her back. “You keep turning my bones to jelly, so I can’t move.”

“That’s my nefarious plan. If you can’t move, then I can do this.” He rolled over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She’d thought her body was entirely wrung out, but the heat of Gavin’s mouth made her arch up into him as electric sparks showered through her.

He lifted his head to grin down at her. “You moved.”

“Pure involuntary reflex.”

“What would happen if I kissed you down—”

As he began to scoot lower, Allie twined her fingers in his hair and tugged upward. “Have mercy.”

He kissed her belly button. “Begging now. That’s what I like to hear.”

“Go take a shower and leave me alone to recover.”

He lay propped on his elbow, looking down at her. “The shower is plenty big enough for both of us. In fact, we could invite several friends and still fit in it.”

“A shower orgy?” Allie shook her head. “Nope, solo showers only today. I remember what happened the last time we got wet together.”

“Ah, you’re always wet when we’re together.” His eyes gleamed with a wicked light, but he gently pulled the sheet over her and rolled out of bed.

She wasn’t so wiped out that she couldn’t enjoy every stride he took across the room, the muscles in his tight butt flexing, his long thighs thick with sinew, and the back she knew so well rippling as he turned his head to catch her watching him. He grinned and kept walking.

Pie climbed onto her stomach and sat down to blink at her. Allie had a moment of disorientation at the sight of her gray rescue cat in the midst of the luxurious furnishings of Gavin’s bedroom, with its multimillion-dollar view. Neither she nor the cat belonged here, yet they were both making themselves at home. “We shouldn’t get too comfortable,” Allie warned Pie. “Fairy tales never last.”