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Chapter 29

Lia

My mouth is watering while watching Brooks. His forearm flexes and ticks as he strokes himself. His dick looks heavy and full in his hands, and I can’t believe I had him in my mouth a minute ago. I’d never been excited about doing that with other partners, but there’s something about him, something that makes me want all of him.

His voice is on a loop in my head: let me see you, baby . I listen to it over and over as I reach down and remove my tiny pajama shorts. A fleeting nervous thought tries to take shape, but my eagerness kills it before it becomes anything. I’m bare for him, and when he sees me, there’s a weight between us—who will make the first move? The tension hangs heavily on my bones, on my lips that were just around him, and it makes my skin sensitive to almost every touch and breath.

I wait for Brooks to hover over me, his chest broad and muscles flexed, but instead he pulls my legs to get me to the edge of the bed. He kneels, his hair falling into his face and his eyes lock on one of my most sensitive places as he licks his lips. I moan, my orgasm inching closer and closer, simply by having him this close while looking at me like that.

“Let’s be clear. I’m going to eat this perfect pussy because I want to, not because you had my dick in your mouth. Sometimes we can trade, but there’s no score to keep. Do you understand?”

Each word he says rubs me the right way and I don’t know if I've ever been this close without someone else touching me.

“I’m not going to keep going until you say so,” he reveals .

“I understand.” My words are quick and rough like gravel.

Brooks smirks at me, hovering right over my center. When I look down, I can’t help but moan and lift my hips. The man is ridiculously hot and seeing his face between my legs, watching me like this, has me squirming.

He moves closer and lightly blows before kissing my skin. Brooks drags his tongue along the inside of my thigh but stops before he meets my center. Teasing, he does the same thing on the other leg, and my body responds by trying to angle my hips in a way to gives me what I want. He won’t do it. Not yet at least.

His hands, massive and strong, start at my knees and run up my thighs until his fingers rest on my lower belly. His mouth is completely off me, just for a second, before he licks from my entrance up to my clit. Slow. Intentional. Full.

“Oh fuck,” I whine when he finally touches my clit with his tongue. It circles and flicks as he uses a single finger to enter me. Brooks backs his mouth away but pumps in and out before adding another. He hooks his fingers, and the building pleasure has the room closing in.

My hands find his hair and I tug, needing his mouth. I tilt my hips to find the right position, his lips sucking my clit before his tongue hits exactly how I need it, all while his fingers continue to work me. He presses on my lower belly with his other hand, and it makes the pressure much more intense.

He changes it up and licks me down to his fingers and back up again. Ending on the right spot, I arch my back, so close to my orgasm. Brooks must know I’m close because he picks up the pace, his hands and mouth turning me into a puddle.

I pull his hair and shallow breaths hit my chest.

Suddenly he’s gone. It’s only a second or two, then he’s rolling the condom down his length .

“Still okay?” he confirms, pausing with his dick outside my entrance.

“Yes!” I practically yell as I reach and dig my nails into his back.

I've barely finished answering before he’s nudging inside, stretching me. Filling me up. He pumps in and out slowly, letting me get used to him.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he moans before biting my ear lobe.

Brooks keeps his pace slow, feeling me out, but it’s not enough. I was so close to rolling through my climax with his mouth on me and now this is such a tease.

“More. I need more,” I basically beg, a hand scratching at his chest before reaching up and pulling on his shoulder.

Brooks gets the message, thrusting into me faster and harder, not holding back. My hands find his hair and I pull, maybe a touch too hard, but he isn’t fazed. His mouth finds my neck and bites down to my collarbone.

My lips find his mouth. I'm this close. He holds his weight with one arm and reaches down, touching my clit as he pumps into me.

Fuck. This is a game changer.

His mouth. His fingers. Him inside me. It’s the perfect combination and hits me hard. I cry out and he covers my mouth with his hand, which makes things even hotter. I can’t even describe it. There are no words in my brain, only stars and fireworks.

Brooks keeps fucking me while I squeeze and come on his dick. I’m at the bottom of my climax when he reaches his. I watch as his head tips back, his hips going a touch faster while his hand still covers my mouth.

He slows to a gentle rock, removing his hand and holds himself up. His breathing is heavy and loud. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me. Like, really kisses me. My arms loop around his neck and I don’t want him to ever stop touching me .

When he rolls to his back, Brooks pants, “That... that was amazing. You’re amazing.” He turns to me, grabs my hand, and pulls my wrist to his mouth for a soft kiss.

I’m never coming back from this. There’s no way. My brain struggles to compute what just happened, but there’s one thing I know—we raised the stakes. That’s not something you can have once or twice. It’s something I’m going to need. Frequently.

“Let’s get cleaned up and then we can go to bed.”

Of course I want him to stay. Fuck, I want to do that again. But it’s like a jolt back to reality—we're staying on the same floor as the rest of his team. The last thing I need is someone seeing him walk out of my room.

Brooks stands and reaches for my hand. “Don’t worry,” he assures me with a wicked grin. “I'll set an alarm and get back to my room early, before anyone will be awake and getting ready for the flight back.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a pain. If it’s just easier, you can go back to your room.”

He stops and squeezes my hand, pulling me close to him. “Yes, I’m fucking sure, Lia. I'm staying here,” he replies, like this isn’t something up for debate.

I take his hand and follow him into the bathroom. He starts the water then comes back to me, placing his hands on the side of my face and slowly kissing me.

It’s sweet.

It’s like he’s telling me a secret.

It's everything.