Page 135 of His Reckoning

Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as I slowly unzip them. I hook my thumbs into the sides and push down, leaning forward until our lips graze each other.

When they fall to her ankles, she kicks them off across the room, and the sound of them hitting something echoes in the silence.

She stands in front of me in nothing but her black lace bra and thong.

The sudden need to see her ass takes over. I grab her elbow and twirl her around, then place my palm on her back and push her forward. She leans her arms onto the counter and looks over her shoulder, but I’m too focused on taking in how damn sexy she looks in her thong.

I can’t help it; I raise my hand and slam it on her left cheek. It bounces from the force, and she moans.

“Fuck, Kayla,” I growl as I rub the evidence of my hand on her cheek. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

Her red lips curve into a wicked smile. “Show me just how much.”

This woman is going to ruin every ounce of discipline I have. Every time I think I might have the upper hand, she challenges me.

But this I can do. I’ll make sure when I’m done with her, she never thinks of anyone but me when she’s naked.

I lower myself to my knees, my dick hard as a rock and nearly touching my stomach.

I grab her cheek that is now red from my hand and squeeze it. With my free hand, I tuck a finger in the strap and pull it over, exposing her back entrance.

When I look up, she’s biting her bottom lip again while watching like she can’t get enough. She watches me like she wants to see exactly what I’ll do next.

“Has anyone ever licked your pretty little asshole?” I ask.

She shakes her head back and forth.

I did not expect that answer. Based on what she did to me … on the scenes I’ve now read in her books while I lie awake in bed.

But I don’t have time to analyze that. Instead, I lean forward and drag my tongue from her clit all the way up to her ass, then swirl my tongue around her hole.

“Ahhh,” she moans. “Shit, Sawyer.”

I slam both hands on her cheeks and spread them, giving me room. My tongue circles her as her moans become louder.

“Mmmm,” I moan into her. “Tell me that feels as good as it sounds.”

Before she can answer, I stand up and yank on her panties, stretching the material until it breaks. I unsnap her bra, and she helps me free her arms.

She’s still leaning against my counter, but now that she’s naked, I can no longer hold myself back.

I stroke my dick, then pause as I realize I don’t have protection on me.

“Fuck, I need to go get a condom,” I tell her. “You’d better be in this exact position when I get back.”

I sprint across the penthouse, completely naked, but I couldn’t care less how ridiculous I look. I’m back in record time.

Instead of being exactly where I left her, she is currently reaching for something in my fridge while stripped of all her clothes.

It’s a damn good sight, but I’d much prefer she obeyed me, not that I should ever expect that from Kayla.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I stand directly behind her, place my hands on her hips, and pull her back.

“I was hungry,” she protests while I slam the door shut.

I guide her back to the island and place her exactly where I want her, bent over and exposed. Her pussy is so wet that it’s dripping.

“How can you think about food while your pussy is soaked for me?”