Free Muzzling the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 4 by Tina Donahue Page B

youth. His poor cock stiffened a bit, trying to raise its head to point in her direction as if to say, “Follow her, fool.” Gabe tried, until his first step reminded him of his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles. He windmilled his arms, righting himself just as she rested one knee on the mattress and looked over.
    His balls perked up as if she’d been sucking them. What a sight she created, her hair dangling past her shoulders, lustrous as hell, one tress dipping over her eye, giving her the look of a femme fatale. Her nipples were dusky as he’d imagined, boobs ripe and weighty, ass plush. Simply perfect.
    Without thinking, he took another step in his clothes and wavered.
    Constance lowered her face but didn’t completely hide her smile. “You coming?”
    Bad girl. Making light of him.
    Gabe toed off his shoes as fast as he could, ditched his pants, boxers, and socks. Carefully, he placed his holstered gun on the dresser well away from them. He was about to toss his tie aside but thought better of it and pitched it toward the bed.
    It dropped on her ankle. She arched one slender eyebrow.
    Liking her sass, he pulled off his shirt, not bothering to undo the cuffs. The buttons flew across the room, one of them hitting the chair.
    Must have convinced her how serious he was, because she sank to the mattress, back arched, legs parted, showing him all of her goodies. Soft folds, puffy and slick with desire.
    Damn. His fatigue of a few minutes ago was ancient history, his rod stiffening, though not as quickly or fully as Gabe would have liked. Stalling, he left the room.
    “Hey,” she called out immediately. “Where are you going?”
    “Be right there. Don’t move.”
    When he returned, she stared at the gooseneck lamps he brought inside and glanced at the bedroom ones already shining brightly.
    Not enough for him. After setting up the others, Gabe positioned both so they’d shine directly on her, hiding nothing.
    Constance shielded her eyes with her hand. “Planning on grilling me, Detective?”
    He fought a smile. “You have no idea.”
    “Why don’t you show me?”
    After swiping his tie from the base of the bed, he crawled across the mattress to her. Before he got too close, she planted her foot on his groin, rubbing her toes over his cock. A shocking amount of pleasure coursed through Gabe, making him tremble.
    “Gonna tie me up?” she cooed.
    “Have to. You’ve been bad.”
    Good soldier that she was, Constance thrust out her hands, offering her wrists. A wave of tenderness and something else Gabe couldn’t quite identify raced through him, making him want to hold and love her until the end of next year. Controlling himself, he wrapped his tie around her wrists and eased her down so he could secure them to the headboard.
    She tried to lick his cock swaying above her mouth.
    “Uh-uh,” he said, moving away. “Been there, done that.”
    “You only do things once and never again?”
    With her, he’d be repeating himself for a very long time. “Let’s see.”
    She pushed out her bottom lip. “That’s no answer.”
    “How’s this?”
    A soft moan poured from Constance as he latched on to her nipple, pulling it into his mouth. Her skin tasted as rich as it looked, with a faint trace of salt. He suckled harder.
    The headboard suddenly rattled as she tugged at her bonds, no doubt trying to get free so she could touch him.
    Not until he allowed it.
    Gabe unfolded his length over hers and tended to her nipple, making the long tip even harder with each sweep of his tongue. She arched her back, indicating she wanted more. He gave it, sliding his hand down her sweet belly to her furry mound. God. Her curls were a delight, her cleft un-fucking-believable, damp as hell, the folds even plumper than before.
    She gasped when he stroked her clit, the tiny nub erect as could be.
    Abandoning it for the moment, he traced the length of her slit as he gave the rest of his attention to her other boob, suckling