She tasted even more sugary sweet than earlier, clearly having sampled the cupcakes while she baked. I grasped the back of her neck and de epened the kiss, taking my time exploring every inch of her . Sadie’s lips tasted like the sweetest salvation, and I would’ve been happy to drown in them for the rest of the afternoon. But I had much bigger plans for her, and that reminder gave me the strength to pull back and let go of her neck. “Lie back, Sadie,” I said, giving her hips a squeeze. Her tongue peeked out to wet her kiss-swollen lips as her eyes flitted nervously around the room. “Are you serious? Here? Now? ” “I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious. Lie back.” “But— You— What—?” She stumbled over the words, and I cut off her stammering with a quick press of my lips to hers. “Lie back,” I murmured against her lips. With one last searching look to make sure I wasn’t joking, Sadie slowly dropped her arms from around my neck and reclined on the cleared counter . Even as she let her body relax, she k ept her head tilted to watch me. My lips twitched, and I rubbed my thumbs over the sliver of silky skin between her top and skirt. “That’ s a good girl.” She huffed a soft laugh, narrowing her eyes. “You’ve said that before, but I’m not a dog, Dav .” “I just think you deserve all the praise.” I reached down and slowly inched the skirt up her smooth thighs. A slight hitch in her breath was music to my ears. “And it doesn’ t sound like you’re complaining.” The way her throat constricted with another gulp made me grin. “Nope. No complaints at all,” she croaked. Her hooded eyes followed my progress as I inched her skirt higher . “Good,” I said, my own voice de epening as I pushed her skirt up to her hips and immediately recogniz ed the dark purple scrap of lace from her underwear drawer. I hooked my thumbs under the sides. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” Sadie’s chest rose and fell with a measured breath, and I watched closely as the decision played out on her face. “This is so unsanitary ,” she mumbled before dropping her head back and pushing her hips up in silent permission. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if unwilling to witness the removal of her underwear .
I took my time easing it over her butt and along her thighs. Over her knees and to her ankles. Bending down, I pulled the garment off her bare feet and tucked it into the inner pocket of my suit. She could have it back later. Maybe. Sadie’s breathing picked up, and I grinned before placing a slow kiss on the inside of her knee and settling that leg over my shoulder . After doing the same to her other leg, I slid her ass to the edge of the counter and took a moment to admire the sight. “Just like I said earlier.” I ran an appreciative thumb over her exposed lips and glanced up at Sadie watching me. “Exquisite.” A strangled choke left her throat, and she dropped her head back again. “I’m dead. I died. This must be the afterlife.” Swallowing a laugh, I placed one more kiss on her soft thigh before getting to work between her legs. She tasted divine. I watched Sadie like a hawk, studying what she liked and learning her tells. What made her arch her back. Which touches made her breath hitch. When something felt really good, she would murmur nonsensical words of encouragement and grab my hair . For such a small woman, she sure had an iron grip. I teased her until she couldn’ t take it anymore—until she resorted to pleading—and I loved every second. How her legs locked around my head. Her cries. The little moans my tongue pulled from her throat. The babbling nonsense. She gave me everyth ing I asked of her and then some, making my cock strain against my slacks, demanding to join in the fun. From the way Sadie’s fingers clung to my hair—even tugging a few strands free—and pulled me against her , she was enjoying herself, too. I could spend all day between her thighs. When her climax hit, she threw her head back and bucked against me until I banded an arm over her hips to hold her down. My name left her lips in a cry I wanted to hear again and again and again —even as her grip temporarily blinded me. I slowed my attention, easing her down until she melted against the counter and her warm, awestruck gaze collided with mine. She looked at me with a sweet hunger and appreciation that had nothing to do with who I
was or what I could do in this city, but everything to do with what I could do to her . That simple look sent a raw, primal urge coursing through me so intensely , I couldn’ t fully bite back a groan. And in that moment—on a kitchen island, surrounded by pink cupcakes and disgusting chickpea dog treats—I knew I was in trouble. Because I didn’t just want my little hostage-taker to stick around until this mess with the Skulls was cleaned up. I wanted her to stay for good.
S a d i e Sadie’ s Guide to Hostage-T aking Being T aken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Y our Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, T ip #18: Sometimes, the hostage lifestyle has perks. Really , really good perks. Lying on a kitchen counter with my ex-hostage’ s head between my thighs hadn’t been on my agenda for the day, but I could be flexible when a good opportunity presented itself. Especially when Davian’ s tongue proved to be quite a contender for my favorite thing about him. He was good at this. Like, my-toes-w ere-at-risk- of-being-permanently-curled good . The horny demon was very happy . Surrounded by cupcakes, a pair of unexpectedly erotic stand mixers, and with Davian easing me down from an earth-shattering high, I wasn’t convinced I hadn’ t died from an or gasm-induced heart attack, after all. “ Wow, ” I mouthed to the ceiling before nudging Davian’ s head back when it became too much. He drew back and ran his tongue over his lips in a way that made me want to lick them, too. There was an arrogant tilt to his lips, but I couldn’ t blame him for gloating this time. He knew exactly what he’d done. And I fully intended to make him feel as good as he’d just made me feel. If only I had the strength to sit up.