Page 100 of Falling for the Enemy

“Whenever I write a good sex scene.”

“Seriously? Do you do it before, to get in the mood, or after?”

“Before, if I need some inspiration. After if I did a good job.”

“Fuck,” he said slowly, letting the word drag out. “Next time you do it, call me. I want to watch.”

She smirked. “It’s already on video.”

His breath caught and he glanced up at the ceiling, searching for her cameras. “You dirty, little exhibitionist.” He unbuckled his belt. “I have to have you.”

She laughed at how urgently he withdrew his cock. “Does it ever occur to you that I might be too busy for this?”

“No.”

“Well, I am.” She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down.

His mouth closed around her soft nipple, pulling it into a hard point. Her fingers twisted into his hair as she arched and moaned.

“Spread your legs.” He licked his fingers. “Wider.”

“Why? What are you doing?”

“Settling a debate.”

He dropped to his knees, kissing the inside of her thighs, then higher. His breath warmed her skin, teasing her clit but not penetrating.

“Hold your knees just like that.”

“This is weird, Soren.”

“No, this is fucking hot. I can see every inch of you.”

She pursed her lips. “You’re such a fucking pervert.”

“I know. And you love it. Now, you made me wait all day, so I’m going to take my time.”

She scoffed. “That’s cruel.”

“Mm. You’re right. It is.” He glanced up at her, eyes glinting with amusement. “Keep ‘em open.”

“I don’t—” The rest of her protest died as he licked inside of her, swirling and moaning as he tasted her with deep, open-mouthed kisses.

“You’re so soft here. Warm and pink.” He swirled his finger up and down, rimming her.

“Soren, you're embarrassing me.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful.”

Only he could say that to her in such a position and make her believe it. “Kiss it,” she said.

“You want a kiss?”

She nodded.

“Okay. Don’t move.” His gaze held hers as he lowered his head, tasting her with deliberate, unhurried strokes of his tongue. “Mmm.” He closed his lips around her clit, sucking her to attention as his fingers teased. “I want to hear you, Joce.”

Her jaw locked in protest, but he was too good for her not to make a sound. As he worked her slowly, knowing the exact places to touch and the perfect amount of pressure to use, until he eventually got her to sing.