Page 24 of All for Love

MERCEDES

“Ithought you had staff for this kind of thing,” I shot at Kody when he was getting a drink in the lounge.

It’d been about an hour since his bullshit comment about the sex not having been that good, but my blood was still boiling. He was the one who’d come to me seeking an agreement to be on our best behavior, and then he’d gone and pulled that stunt as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

He lifted those sparkling blue eyes to mine and shrugged. “They’ve gone home. It’s Sunday night. Have a heart. They do have families, you know.”

Another flare of fury swept through me, sweat breaking out across my brow and at the nape of my neck as I glared at him. “I didn’t know, but I do have a heart, Kody. You should look into getting one.”

I glanced around, making sure that we were still alone, then raised a clenched fist, releasing only my index finger to poke at the air between us. “You were trying to entrap me out there. Why would you do that? I thought we were being civil.”

He laughed. “I did no such thing. I was just being honest, and we are being civil. I didn’t say that it was you.”

“Honest?” My eyes flew wide open as my chin dropped. “You are so full of shit. I rocked your world that night and you know it.”

Kody shrugged one broad shoulder and set down the bottle he’d been pouring from. “It was okay. Why are you stuck on this? It’s not happening again, right? So it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” I hissed, though if I was being honest, I’d have admitted that it didn’t really.

The thing was that it felt like it mattered. I glared at him, noticing the spark of a challenge in his eyes, and I knew I wasn’t leaving here without proving it. The ass could say whatever he wanted to, but the truth was that I was right. I had rocked his world that night. So much so that he’d wanted to do it again the next morning and he’d jokingly propositioned me just last week.

Somehow, the guy had me figured out, though. He knew where my buttons were and he pushed them repeatedly, jabbing right where it hurt with relentless determination. I knew what he was doing. I knew that he knew he was full of shit, but as his chin slanted up and he looked at me from his smug high horse, I lost it.

That last little bit of resolve I’d been clinging to about letting this go vanished, and the next thing I knew, I grabbed his hand, twining my fingers around his and gripping them tight. I pulled him out from behind the bar. Kody didn’t resist. I dragged him to the far end of the house and into the bathroom.

Mild curiosity darkened his eyes. He quirked a brow at me. “What are we doing here?”

“Do. Not. Make. A. Sound.” I took him by the hips and pushed him back until he hit the vanity in the guest bathroom, then dropped to my knees.

As soon as he realized what I had in mind, he swallowed visibly, his hands on his belt right along with mine, our movements suddenly frantic and jerky. If I had been in my right mind, I would have opened his fly, gotten him all hard, and then left him right here.

But I wasn’t in my right mind.

The man got to me. He really just got under my skin and I didn’t know why or how to stop it from happening.

The fact of the matter was that as we worked together to get his pants to his ankles in less than three seconds, I didn’t want to walk out on him. I wanted him. My heart was racing and my cleft was aching to be filled. My panties already grew damp as I sat there on my knees on the cold tile floor.

Try as I might, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the growing bulge in his black boxer-briefs. I hooked my fingers into his waistband and lifted it over his erection, and I moaned. I hadn’t come close to looking at him properly that night in my bedroom, but now, here, with the bathroom light casting a warm glow over us, my mouth watered when I got my first look at his hard cock.

It was ridiculous. Really. And I knew it, but I couldn’t deny it and I didn’t fight it. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to.

For all of Kody’s faults, his cock was magic. He’d proven that to me time and again that night. Now I had it right in front of my face and it appeared the magic extended to it being beautiful as well. Long and thick, with bulging veins roping around it from the base to the perfectly shaped head.

It looked like the kind of cock dildos were modeled after. As much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t freaking wait to get it in my mouth and make him beg for more. Quietly, of course. This encounter had to remain a secret, which meant he had to shut the hell up and let his body do the talking.

With one more warning look up at him, I nearly moaned again when I saw the surprised, lust-filled expression on his face, his lips parted, pupils dilated, and lids hooded. He swiped his tongue across his lips, giving me a look like he was daring me to do it.

And I did.

Wrapping one hand around the root of him, I leaned forward and opened my mouth, pretending like I was about to take him into it before letting my lips land on the underside instead. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the bottom of his shaft, I kept my hand still, relishing his labored breathing and the tremor running through the muscles in his thighs.

I kept all my touches light and soft, teasing him until I looked up and saw him biting his lower lip, his gaze drilling into my own and his knuckles white where he gripped the counter behind him. This was the point where I should’ve left, but I didn’t.

My thoughts were cloudy with lust, my body thrumming with need. A need I knew, unfortunately, only he could satiate. Shit, I’m in way too far over my head here.

That need pulsated through me, setting me right on edge and making my movements more frantic. Kody groaned when I finally took him in my mouth, letting the silky length of him glide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. My hand worked in unison with my mouth.

The sounds he made were low and throaty, soft enough that no one passing by would hear them—I hoped.