It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(57)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

“Hmm. With how noisy you’re being, you must want people in here to watch you come.”

 

A shudder ran through her, and somehow, even the air turned molten. She pressed the back of her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans—and the dark, carnal lust grew even stronger.

 

His tongue licked over her, right over her clit—oh god, oh god—and he sucked, once, twice.

 

The orgasm hit her like a hammer blow, the sensation so intense the stars overhead began to whirl. Pleasure ripped through her over and over.

 

Opening his pants, he sheathed himself and penetrated her in one merciless thrust.

 

She was so full, the friction delicious.

 

Too much. The intoxicating sensations were so intense, her back arched. Her legs shook. A high keening sound broke past her muffling hand.

 

But he didn’t slow. He kept taking her, deep and strong, raising her hips for even greater penetration, driving her climax, then his own with a voraciously ruthless rhythm.

 

And she came and came and came.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

 

 

 

 

Damnfinito. Carrying a bag with her pet gear, Murphy walked beside Saxon out the side gate, onto the sidewalk in front of the Shadowlands. Beneath the swimsuit cover-up, her legs were still wobbling. Her insides felt tenderized…and so, so sated.

 

At least the pets, ponies, and littles had left. The event had closed a few minutes before, and there was no one to see her walk of shame. But had they heard her? “I screamed, didn’t I?” she whispered, feeling her face heat.

 

Saxon chuckled. “Sweetling, I think they probably heard you in Tampa.”

 

Oh dear god, she’d never be able to face any of the club members again. She let out a moan of unhappiness.

 

He bent and kissed the top of her head. “Murphy, this is a BDSM club. If the members thought play should be private, they wouldn’t be here.”

 

“Oh.” That was probably true.

 

“It seems you agree. In fact, despite your modesty, the thought of being watched turns you on.”

 

Her mouth dropped open. “No. No, it does not.”

 

“Yes, my sweet. It does.” He pulled her tighter against his side, his arm around her shoulders a warm comfort.

 

And she felt…cared for.

 

This sure wasn’t what she was used to, and she couldn’t seem to get her balance. Or maybe it was because he paid too much attention to her. Every time his perceptive blue eyes met hers, her sense of the world went all shaky.

 

But admittedly, she shouldn’t be with him at all. Guilt swept through her. What had she been thinking? “I shouldn’t have done this.”

 

“What do you mean by this?” He stopped halfway down the sidewalk.

 

“Sex. With you. I swear you fog my mind.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t going to see you again. I’d been avoi—” She shut her mouth hard.

 

“Avoiding me. Again.” He set his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. “Because of Everly?”

 

She looked away.

 

“Murphy?”

 

She sighed. “I only came today because Gabi wanted help with playing this joke on you. But…” Could the embarrassment get any worse? She’d done just what Everly said—offered him an easy fuck. “I know Everly doesn’t care if you fuck other women, but she’s still your girlfriend, and I’m not comfortable being a casual encounter for when you want…” Easy sex. Convenient sex. “…someone else. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come today.”

 

He was frowning. “My girlfriend? Everly? Where did you get that idea? Aside from her showing up at my house.”

 

“Besides her kissing you and asking you to take her to the charity thing?”

 

“Ah, right.”

 

Murphy sniffed. “As it happens, she also said flat out that she’s your girlfriend.”

 

“What the… When did she say that?’ His brows drew together. “Ah, after she conveniently got me out of the room. I see.”

 

Murphy blinked. What did he see?

 

“She lied to you, sweetling. We’re not together. At all.” He stroked Murphy’s cheek. “I told her upfront I don’t do serious. I took her out on three dates.”

 

Murphy raised her eyebrows skeptically.

 

His smile was wry. “Yes, and had sex, but until the other day, I hadn’t seen her for weeks. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

 

His eyes met hers, and his tone held irritation rather than guilt.

 

“Are you saying she’s a stalker?” A bit of amusement eased through Murphy’s own guilt.

 

“More of an annoyance. However, that might be because filming a series is time intensive. She doesn’t have the leisure to stalk anyone.” He shrugged. “The facts are that I’m single and not dating anyone right now. Except, hopefully, you.”

 

Oh.

 

Had Everly lied? Murphy considered. The woman had definitely maneuvered Saxon out of the room. When she showed up, he’d been surprised but not concerned about her seeing Murphy in the house.

 

He wants to date me?

 

As if he could hear her thoughts, he smiled. “Let me repeat…we’re dating. Agreed?”

 

“Um…yes?” Oh, she could do better than that. Even if her heart was beating way too hard. “Yes.”

 

“Perfect.” He lifted her chin, kissing her long and deep, molding against all that hardness.

 

Eventually, when her bones started to turn to jelly, he stepped back.

 

“Now, tell me how I fog your mind.” Grinning, he started them walking again. “I rather like the sound of that.”

 

When she jabbed her finger into his ribs, he just laughed.

 

Honestly, this man. Oh, and that was the operative word: man. Even though he participated in life with a wholehearted sense of fun, he wasn’t a boy. He was all man, from the straight posture and level eyes, to his sense of responsibility. His protectiveness.

 

How could any woman resist?

 

At the end of the sidewalk, he turned right instead of entering the parking lot.