“I promise.”

“Take care of yourself, Owen.”

“Stay safe, Sergeant Mitchell.”

Chad saluted with two fingers. The screen went dark. Damn, those calls always went fast.

Caitlyn crossed the room to sit on the arm of the sofa next to him. She propped one foot on the coffee table, and her towel shifted enough that the delights between her legs were barely concealed.

“Is your brother well?”

Owen grinned. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but they’re sending him home soon.” He really couldn’t keep a secret.

“That’s great,” she said. A smile widened across her face and her eyes lit up. “You must be excited. And relieved.”

“I won’t be completely relieved until he’s home safe in his own bed, but yeah, it’s the best news I’ve heard in months.”

“I came out here with the intention of showing you my underdeveloped gag reflex, but I know for sure I can’t top your brother’s good news, so I guess…”

She started to rise from the sofa arm, but he grabbed her and tugged her onto his lap before she could get away.

“How come you haven’t mentioned this limited gag reflex before? And please, God, is it what I think it is?”

She smiled coyly. “A lady can’t reveal all her secrets in a single night.”

“Which is why you’ll be staying with me tonight as well.”

“I will?”

“But just in case I do something to fuck this up before tonight, you’d better show me what you mean.”

“On one condition,” she said.

He was pretty sure that no matter what condition she made, he’d agree to it.

“Name it.”

“Take out the barbell in your piercing. I wouldn’t want it to get stuck in my throat.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think that’ll happen, but if you’re concerned, I’ll take it out.”

She squirmed off his lap, pushed the coffee table away from the sofa, and knelt on the floor before him. Her hands gripped his thighs just above his knees and tugged his legs apart. Then Caitlyn blessed him with the most devious smile he’d ever seen. His heart suddenly thudded a rapid beat Heat and lust flooded his groin. Oh God, he was about to have the treat of his life.

Her hands slid up his thighs to his hips and then moved to unfasten the button of his jeans. She didn’t take her eyes off his while she unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

He’d gone for a workout in the hotel’s gym while she’d been sleeping that morning, so his muscles were still tight. He appreciated every crunch he’d forced himself to do when her hands slid up his belly, bumping up over the six-pack he worked so hard to maintain. His chest, shoulders, and arms were treated to the same exploratory touch of her warm, soft hands.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever touched,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said lamely.

“But what is really amazing about you is that your soul is even more beautiful than all these tight muscles and bronze skin.” She grinned. “And that’s saying something.”

She lowered her head and kissed his belly. His muscles clenched involuntarily, and his cock began to rise with interest.

“You’re beau—”

Her hand shot up and covered his mouth. “No talking. It’s your turn to be flattered.”

It made him uncomfortable to accept praise without reciprocating, but he nodded slightly and allowed her to continue.

“Even your belly button is sexy,” she said.

She traced his navel with her tongue and then nipped the skin just beneath. His breath came out in an excited rush.

“I never really liked tattoos until I saw yours.” Her hands slid up his ribs to his chest. She traced the lines of a tattoo. “I would have thought the ink would detract from your gorgeous body, but it actually adds something. They make you even more alluring.” She crawled a bit closer and extended her tongue to lick his nipple.

He sucked a breath through his teeth. His cock throbbed with need.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” she asked, tracing the tiny bud with her tongue.

He nodded slightly. “They’re both pierced, but I can’t stand to wear jewelry in them very often.” He did wish he had his barbells in at the moment, however.

She latched on to his right nipple, alternately sucking and rubbing it with the flat of her tongue. He clung to the sofa cushion beneath him so he didn’t grab her head and direct her to give the same treatment to his fully engorged cock.

When she bit his chest, he gasped in surprise at how sexy he found the act. She moved to his other nipple and looked up at him as she traced it with the tip of her tongue.

“I love touching you,” she whispered. Her hands slid down his torso. “I’m really going to love sucking you. I want to watch you erupt.”

He gaped at her, his breath now coming in excited gasps. Occasionally she said something that he never expected her to say, and he wondered what went on in her head. Were these naughty thoughts of hers infrequent or just infrequently voiced?

“Will you come for me, Owen?” she whispered. “Let me see how much pleasure I give you.”

Hell to the yeah. His mouth had gone dry, so speaking wasn’t an option. He nodded instead.

Caitlyn gripped the top of his jeans and tugged them down his thighs. When he lifted his foot to help her remove them completely, she shook her head.

“I like them around your ankles,” she said.

Fuck, who was he to upset her fantasy? She grabbed his cock in both hands and tilted her head back so he could watch her trace his rim with the tip of her tongue. He was already seeping pre-cum, and she avoided the little bead of moisture glistening at the tip. Did she not like the taste? When her tongue did flick over the opening to collect his small offering, it took every shred of his willpower not to grab the back of her head and shove his cock down her throat. Could she possibly realize how sexy she looked kneeling on the floor between his thighs, her thick lashes fanned over her porcelain-white cheeks as she sampled his cum? He could see his fluids glistening on the tip of her tongue before she flicked it into her mouth and then licked her lips. Lord, he wished he’d been born with more self-discipline. He was seconds from losing all control.

“Caitlyn,” he groaned.

“I do prefer your taste over strawberries,” she said, and she opened her brown eyes to gift him with another look of deviousness.

“Do you want me to take the stud out now?” he asked, because there was nothing he wanted more than to watch Caitlyn’s mouth stretch around his thick shaft.

“I think I can figure it out. I do have master’s degrees in physics and engineering.”

“The balls unscrew,” he said. A little assistance never hurt anyone. Not even a brainiac like Caitlyn.

“So I don’t just yank it out?”

Even though her tone was teasing, Owen flinched. “God, woman. No, you don’t just yank it out.”

“I’d never hurt you,” she said. “Unless you asked me to.”

She bent to suckle the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin trapped inside her warm, moist mouth until his back arched involuntarily. She began to bob her head slightly—just enough for her plump lips to bump against one ball of his piercing each time she went down.

“God, you give good head,” he thought. Or maybe he said it. He wasn’t thinking clearly. All he could concentrate on was the pleasure she gave him with her brilliant mouth.

She paused, her tongue flicking the underside of his cock while her fingers unscrewed the ball to remove his barbell. When she pulled the piece of jewelry out of its hole, he almost yelled in triumph. The sound caught in his throat as a moan when she took him deep into her mouth. She pulled back and then took him even deeper. Pulled back and went deeper again. She sucked as her mouth retreated, and he groaned. She let him fall from her mouth, took a deep breath, and descended on him again. This time his cock head lodged in the back of her throat. Dear God, she hadn’t been kidding about her suppressed gag reflex. She grabbed his hips and forced him an inch deeper into her throat. She swallowed, which tightened her throat around him, massaging him in a way he’d never experienced.