She curls her tongue around me and bobs her head in time with my thrusts. I let her lead for a minute, fascinated and turned on by the sight of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. My fantasies have nothing on the real deal.
A sharp pinch at my hip makes me blink. She lifts her brows as if to say are you going to do it?
Grinning, I tighten my hold on her hair. “Open wide, daisy.”
Warmth floods her gaze as I take my first sharp thrust. She likes this. The rough treatment, the way I take control—it gets her hot.
“Bet that pussy is fucking drenched for me, isn’t it?” She nods as best she can while I control the pace. A savage need overtakes me. “Show me, baby. Stroke that pretty pussy and show me how wet you are for me.”
Maisy’s pupils dilate and her hand flies between her legs, diving beneath her rumpled dress. Her lashes flutter at the first touch and she spends a little too long fingering herself. I yank on her hair to get her attention and punish her by going deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes and sucks in a breath when she can, adjusting to the new depth.
“Show me,” I growl.
Tears cling to her lashes as she lifts her fingers to show me. They’re glistening, her hand covered. With a rumble vibrating in my chest, I capture her wrist in my free hand and bend down to suck her taste into my mouth. Next time we do this, she’s going to suck my cock while I make her sit on my face and I won’t stop eating her until she’s a sobbing mess for me.
I release her wrist and speed up my thrusts to the point she has to concentrate on when to suck in air before she passes out. Her hand goes back to rubbing her clit and her thighs shake. Pleasure races down my spine and my balls draw tight. I’m close.
Maisy moans, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, one hand gripping my leg for balance and the other buried between her thighs as she takes her own pleasure. My thrusts pick up and I gasp for air as I drive my cock into her mouth. It’s too much. Fuck, it’s too much, and I release a loud groan as my orgasm hits.
Her nails dig into my thigh and she swallows my come, throat working as she meets my gaze with hazy pleasure burning in her gorgeous hazel eyes. The flush in her cheeks darkens and she bucks her hips, crying out around my cock as she comes.
It takes us a minute to come back to ourselves. When we do, I scoop her up from the floor and kiss her, holding her against my body.
I never want to let her go. Even if it meant never getting the justice I’ve been seeking, I’d live in this moment for eternity if I could.
She pulls back with a dazed smile while I tuck my dick away and pull the suit pants up. As she’s wiping the corners of her mouth and catching her breath, her phone goes off on the table. She grabs it and her eyes go wide. “Shit. Can you give me a ride back to Holden’s car? He just warned me that his distraction didn’t work out so well.”
I want to say no. I need to taste her. Strip her down and lay claim to every other inch of her—spend hours rediscovering my daisy. But I nod.
Smirking, I strip out of the suit pants she stained and grab a pair of jeans from by the bed across the room. “Let’s take the bike.”
Maisy’s hazel eyes light up and it calls to a deep part of my heart to bring that side out of her.
Twenty-Three
Maisy
There was no sense of dread when I returned home, like I’ve already burst from my metaphoric cage and allowed my wings to fly free. Maybe it’s the lingering thrill of riding on the back of Fox’s motorcycle, or maybe it’s how unchained and right I felt taking him in my mouth. Either way, I won’t let them put me back in the miserable place they’ve kept me for years. And when it comes down to them and helping Fox? I pick him.
Once Holden texted me, I knew I had to get away from Fox’s studio apartment fast so Dad couldn’t track my phone and know how to find him. It was just as exhilarating as the first time to ride on the bike, my arms locked around him as we zoomed down the roads.
Before I got off the bike, he took my phone and put his number in, kissing my cheek before he drove off.
My parents and Holden aren’t home yet when I get past the security system. I don’t waste a minute, seizing the opportunity to get what I can to help Fox before they get back. My best bet for snooping on what my parents could be hiding is in the home office.
Mom uses it more often than Dad, but I know he’s brought home his work before. He’s the one with more power and I can’t get the sight of his signatures on the Wilder case files out of my head. His secrets might have lurked in our house for years. It makes my suspicion spike as I sit down in the expensive leather office chair, turning on the computer. I wonder what else I can find on Nexus Lab that Mom might keep on this computer as the busy CEO.
I tuck my phone against my shoulder and ear as I wait for the computer to boot up, calling the one person I know who can walk me through this fast. I’ve never been more thankful for my best friend to have married a computer genius than I am right now.
“‘Sup, little Landry?” Connor answers, like the cocky ass he is.
“I don’t even have time for you right now,” I say with a smirk. “Walk me through copying a hard drive. The fastest way you’ve got, preferably .”
That piques his interest. “What are you up to?”
“Clock is ticking here.”
“Are you doing something illegal?” There’s a grin in his tone. “I’m in.”