rough and filled with promise as he began to kiss a trail down her body.
She arched as he licked and sucked her flesh, teasing her nipples with his fingers and tongue, tasting her belly and finally settling between her thighs where he paused just to look at her pink sex, still slick from their previous joining.
He parted her flesh with his thumbs and then dropped his mouth to her, stroking one long, languid lick along her length. She arched immediately, moaning out her breath as pleasure ricocheted from his tongue.
He repeated the action, licking over and over, but without ever giving the nub of her clitoris the attention it needed for her to find release. Normally, Olivia might have simply touched herself, but his mouth was so talented, his strokes so sure, that she relaxed, closed her eyes and surrendered to his ministrations.
Once she had done so, she was amazed by how swiftly her pleasure built. With his gentle probing tongue, he had her near the edge of release within a few moments and there he held her, one hand on her hip, his tongue working furiously as she gasped and sighed in pleasure.
He seemed to sense when she had reached her limit, when she needed release as much as she needed breath. With a low chuckle, he removed his hand from her hip and instead pressed two fingers into her pussy, pumping them slowly as he pressed his mouth to her aching, tingling clitoris.
Her eyes flew open at the sudden overwhelming pleasure that stole her voice, stole her breath, stole her reason and had her gripping at the coverlet in wild release. Her body left her control and she allowed it, enjoying the crashing, pulsing, beautiful release his mouth created. The pleasure he drew out for what seemed like eternity.
Finally, she collapsed, her body weak as the tremors faded and her clouded vision cleared. She found him watching her, a slight smile on his shining lips.
“I take it back, that was not just for you,” he said. “I highly enjoyed it myself.”
“I can see that,” she said, reaching out to cup the hard cock between his legs.
He muttered something beneath his breath, then covered her again, filling her and making her lose track of everything, anything, but him.
Chapter Four
If Liam had noticed Malcolm’s absence the night before, he made no mention of it when Mal strolled into the dining room the next morning. He didn’t even say anything about the fact that his friend was wearing the same clothing as he had been the prior day. He merely watched as Mal poured himself a strong cup of coffee and took a place beside him.
“And how was your night?” Mal asked, deflecting any potential questions.
Liam laughed. “I think you know the answer.”
Mal held back his own smile. He did, but only because he had seen Violet return home about the same time he was leaving Olivia’s bed. It had been a merry game of switching places to escape the townhome undetected. Not that Violet would have judged Olivia’s night of passion, nor would Liam.
But it was satisfying to have a secret, something just for them that had nothing to do with their friends.
“I invited Violet to come here, to stay with me and continue this…” Liam hesitated, “…well, this affair, I suppose you would call it, for a while.”
Mal’s thoughts faded, replaced by a lurching realization. If Violet took Liam’s offer, that would mean Olivia would likely come here as well.
And even though they had made no promises to see each other again, the very idea gave him more than a little pleasure. They could continue what had started as a brief interlude. Only…would increased time together make it something more?
“Is that a good idea?” he murmured, more to himself than to Liam.
But Liam met his eyes in surprise. “I would think you would approve. You are the one always badgering me to move forward with my life.”
Mal shoved aside his thoughts of Olivia for the moment and returned to his normal state as Liam’s friend, his protector. It