“Please,” I gasped, desperate to come. “Gage.”
Lifting his head, he grinned up at me devilishly. “Your pussy loves my tongue, doesn’t it, beautiful?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“What about my fingers?” he asked. As he spoke, he set his middle and index finger against my clit and began rubbing little circles on it.
“Yes,” I answered, my voice a breathy whisper that probably would’ve made Marilyn Monroe proud.
He looked from my face back down to my pussy. I watched as he moved his fingers from my clit to my opening. I moaned when he slid them inside and started moving them back and forth, then let out a little cry when he lowered his head and began licking my clit again.
“Gage, Gage,” I chanted, my mouth open while I gasped for air as he took me closer and closer to the edge.
When it hit, I arched my back and let out a silent scream. He kept on going, his tongue hitting every sensitive spot I had with a precision that left me weak.
He kept it up until he’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from me for that round. Once he knew I was on the other side of it, he moved quickly, rolling me over and helping me up on my knees. I barely had time to think, much less come down from my first orgasm, before he thrust his cock into me, and I was off to chase my second.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed, his hips slamming into me with each punishing thrust.
I fisted the comforter and cried out as his cock worked in and out, the thick, full feeling of him inside me so decadent I could barely breathe. We were nothing but sensation, and all of it was amazing. He fucked me with a fierce intensity that left me gasping for air and desperate to come far too soon. When he reached around and started to rub my clit with his finger, I saw stars.
“Baby,” I panted, rocking backward as I met him thrust for thrust.
“Beautiful,” he groaned, burying his head against my neck. “After you come all over my cock, I’m going to fill you so goddamn full of my come.”
“Yes,” I gasped, “yes.”
“Love the way you take my dick, Morgan.”
The moment he bit down on the back of my neck and sucked, I came again. That time, I screamed out loud, the mattress muffling the sound as his hips continued ramming into mine. I felt his orgasm a second before he stopped sucking at my neck and let out a loud, “Fuck!”
It felt like it went on forever, his cock jerking his hot release inside me. My pussy clenched around him, my body trembling as we got lost in the pleasure together. When it was over, he rolled to his side and held me in his arms as we caught our breath.I’d had just enough time to put my hair back up into a messy bun, throw on jeans and a T-shirt, and repack my bag before the limo arrived to take us to the airport. We used the time in the car to make out like two high school kids, but far too soon, we were on the tarmac, a few feet away from the jet that would fly me back to LA.
“Fuck, I hate letting you go,” he said, his voice husky as he kissed me. Again.
We’d been saying our goodbyes for more than fifteen minutes, which meant time was truly running out.
Lifting his head, he cupped my face in his hands. “Call me as soon as you land.”
I nodded dazedly as I licked my lips. “I will.”
“Think about me every day,” he ordered.
I smiled softly. “I was going to do that anyway.”
“I’ll be home soon. Jesus, I’ve never hated this fucking job more.”
“Me, either,” I admitted. “We’ll make it work, though.”
“Yes,” he agreed firmly, “we will.”
We kissed again, short and desperate, before the alarm on his phone went off. So far, we’d added five minutes three times—there couldn’t be a fourth.
Gage watched as I picked up my purse, slung it over my arm, and opened the door.
“I worked you hard over the course of the last twenty-four plus hours. Make sure to drink the Kool-Aid they have for you on the plane—you need to rehydrate,” he teased.
“I will.”
I held his gaze until I stood and could see him no more, but I knew he was still watching me after the driver closed the door and I headed for the plane. I also knew I was smiling like a dork as I hurried up the stairs. When I got to the top, I turned, smiled, and blew a kiss toward the limo.
I missed him before the flight was up in the air.SixteenGageI was in the middle of shooting the tenth take of a grueling scene when Shawn rushed onto set, plopped down onto my chair, and flashed me the 9-1-1 signal we’d worked out years ago. He knew how important it was not to interrupt filming, so it was something he only ever did in the case of an emergency.