Page 101 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

Roman laughs. Then Wes kisses me. It’s a slow, open press of his mouth over my pussy, sensual enough that my entire body tightens. He kisses me there the way he kisses my mouth. With attention. With hunger held under control only because controlling it gives him pleasure too. His tongue slides through my slick lips, and my hips jerk in response.

Wes’s forearms settle across my thighs. “Wait.”

The command rolls into my body before my mind catches up. I grip Roman’s shirt.

Wes licks me again, long and unhurried, tasting my pussy as though it belongs to him. The sounds he makes are obscene. Satisfied.

Roman watches my face while Wes’s mouth works between my thighs. “You like feeding him,” he says softly.

“Oh, shit⁠—”

Wes sucks my clit, and my answer breaks off into a moan.

Roman’s eyes warm. “Very dignified.”

Wes releases me just as pleasure tightens low in my belly.

I lift my head. “Why did you stop?”

His mouth is wet when he looks up at me. “Because I told you to wait.”

“That instruction was unclear.”

“I’ll repeat it.” He lowers his mouth again. His tongue circles my clit, then flattens against me. He continues kissing and licking until my thighs shake, and he knows exactly how quickly my body responds now. Worse, he enjoys knowing.

Every time the pressure builds enough to pull me under, he slows. Or kisses the inside of my thigh. Or drags his tongue through my pussy without touching the place that aches most.

The third time he pulls away, I make a sound that should embarrass me.

“Wes,” I plead, practically feral with the need to come.

He looks up. Pleasure has gone dark in his eyes. “Yes?”

“You are being cruel before breakfast.”

“I’m playing.”

“With me.”

His thumb rubs one slow circle against my clit. “Obviously.”

My body arches. He removes the pressure. I glare at him.

Roman strokes my hair away from my face. “You’re beautiful when you’re furious.”

“I’m surrounded by terrible men.”

Wes kisses my pussy again, reverent and slow. “Wait.” Then his mouth closes around my clit.

My thoughts scatter.

Roman kisses me while Wes takes his time with me, unhurried and deliberate, his tongue moving with the patience of a man savoring the best meal he has ever been given. He gathers every sound from me. Every time I begin to lose control, his purr vibrates against my clit, telling me he feels it too.

My fingers fist in Roman’s shirt. “I’m close. Please let me come.”

“Not yet.” Wes slows, and I nearly sob.

“You’re insufferable.”