Series: Miami Masters #4
Genre: Erotic Romance
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.
Pulling back, he continued to finger-fuck her as he growled against her saturated flesh, “Come for me, Hope. Now.” Pursing his lips, he sucked on her clit, drew on the small bundle of nerves with taut suctions and small nibbles until her inner walls clamped around his finger and tongue. Her juices gushed into his mouth as she came apart, her muscles quivering with the strain of her climax, her mewling cries music to his ears.
He didn’t let up after just one, driven to give her as much pleasure as he could wring from her body. As soon as the strong convulsions of her climax dwindled to small pulses, he went for another. Tongue and teeth tormented her clit as he added a second finger to pummel her depths. He took a moment to nip at the plump fold of her labia before returning to the swollen nub. She gasped with each erotic bite, whimpered with every stroke toward another orgasm and screamed with the onslaught of the next release. By the time her third climax rolled through her, cold water trickled from her rectum and the melting ice cube but did nothing to douse the fiery heat of her responses.
Miles was as exhausted as Hope looked when he rose and helped her off the stool. His lips were numb, his tongue coated with her cream and his nostrils filled with her earthy scent. Undoing the ropes, he knew he needed to get her home and get his act together before deciding where to go from here.