Page 167 of Always: A Legacy Novel

Her painted red lips pouted, but her fingers still reached for his zipper. “Don’t you know how good you look in a tux, though?”

“What’s that got to do with you sucking my dick right now?”

“Uh, because.”

“Catherine, I am driving.”

“Keep your eyes on the road, then.”

Fucking hell.

His cock was in her hand before he could tell her she was being crazy, and then he was hard in three tight strokes of her palm. He lost his ability to breathe and speak when she took him into her mouth, all tight and hot and wet.

Her cheeks hollowed, her lipstick left red stains down his shaft, and her teeth grazed along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock just the way he liked.

And …

“Fucking Christ,” Cross grunted, his hands tightening on the wheel. “I’m going to kill us both here, Catty.”

Her hum reverberated around his shaft, and vibrated in the best way possible. It also sounded like she was laughing at him.

Taunting him …

Catherine sucked harder, her hands slipped in to grab the base of his shaft while her other went under to find his balls. She stroked, sucked, and squeezed all at the same time and he damn near went off the road.

Yeah, fuck this.

That was enough of that.

Cross pulled over to the side of the road just as he came with a shout that made his throat raw. Catherine’s cleaned him off with a teasing tongue before her head popped up, wicked green eyes met his, and she smiled in that way of hers. When she sucked him off, he turned into a fourteen-year-old boy with no control over how fast he came. She liked pressing that button of his just a little bit too much.

“That’s a new record, Cross,” she teased. “You didn’t even make it to the highway this time.”

“Yeah, well, your mouth is evil.”

Catherine pushed up and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth. “Yep, but it’s good, too.”

So good.

“Fix me here, would you?” he said, nodding downward as he pulled out onto the road again. “You’re making us later than we already were.”

“Like you care.”

“I’m going to care a whole lot if I don’t get to see you dance.”

Catherine preened in her seat. “Talk sweet to me again, baby.”

“Keep thinking I’m being sweet. Mostly I consider it foreplay.”

She stuck out her tongue.

He didn’t mind.

It had just been on his cock, after all.

Cross carried a laughing Catherine over his shoulder through the halls of the Marriott hotel. “Stop squirming, or you’re going to flash your ass to everyone in this hall.”

“It’s empty!”