Almost Paradise (Sinners on Tour Book 8) by Olivia Cunning

back his orgasm when her tongue breached him, hooked upward, and popped out again. He cried out in ecstasy as he let go. He forced his eyes open and rested the top of his head on the mattress so he could watch his cum fill her hand and drip between her fingers. Then her hand moved and all he could see was his thick fluid dripping from the tip of his dick. He didn’t realize her intention until it was too late. Two fingers, slick from his cum, pushed into his ass, penetrating him deep and massaging a spot inside him that made him wonder if he’d ever stop coming. She added to his sweet torture by licking and sucking his balls. Unable to stand his cock just hanging there in the cool air, he wrapped his fist around it and tugged vigorously.
    After she’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from his body, she slowly eased her fingers from their depths and slapped his flank. He collapsed on his belly, aftershocks of bliss making him shudder occasionally.
    “How was that?” she asked.
    He couldn’t form words, so he hoped his groan showed her sufficient appreciation. In a basin of water she poured from a jug, she washed her hands and brushed her teeth before lying beside him. He was almost breathing steadily now, but he hadn’t fully recovered from the pleasure he’d experienced.
    “I love you,” he murmured. His arm flopped onto her back to pull her against his side. Soon he’d be able to find the strength to roll over and hold her properly, but for now, this attempt would have to do.
    “I know. I love you too. I’m ready to hear your condition for going to Bangor now.”
    He lifted his head, trying to see her face in the limited twilight that filtered through the gauzy curtains. “I thought that rim job was my condition.”
    She grinned deviously. “That was just for fun.”
    He chuckled and rolled onto his side so he could pull her against him belly to belly. “I love you now even more than I did three seconds ago.”
    She laid a hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. When they pulled apart, he was already interested in reciprocating her thoughtful gift of orgasm.
    “Your condition?” she asked.
    He’d forgotten again. “I’d say my condition is… aroused.”
    She laughed. “Already?”
    “But my condition for going to Bangor…” Quick, before my thoughts get too clouded with lust again. “You lose the schedule.”
    She nodded agreeably.
    “And—”
    “You said one condition,” she cut him off.
    “Aaaannd…” He wasn’t going to let her waylay his real condition, the one that mattered to him. “When we get to Bangor, you’ll let me decide if I want to meet them. And if I decide I don’t want to, you promise not to push me.”
    She scrunched her face up. “But then I’m sure you won’t go through with it.”
    “And that needs to be okay with you.”
    She stared at him until it was so dark outside, he could no longer make out her features. “Will you at least promise to carefully consider your decision?” she asked. “And not just blow it off?”
    “I promise.”
    “Okay.” She snuggled her face into his chest. “I feel so much better now. I didn’t realize how much trying to trick you was bothering me.”
    “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I’m not just saying that.”
    Her breathy sigh permeated his T-shirt and warmed the skin over his thudding heart. “I love you now even more than I did three seconds ago,” she whispered.
    Was it possible to melt? As all of his muscles relaxed at once, he was pretty sure it had just happened to him.
    “Do you think we can make it to Santa Fe before nine?” she asked.
    He huffed out a short laugh. Predictable. “You’re supposed to lose that schedule, remember?”
    “Yeah, but we have dinner reservations at the best Mexican restaurant in the city.”
    He kissed her forehead and released her. “If it will make you happy, we can try.”
    “It will make me happy.”
    Then there was nothing further to debate. Eric just hoped the