Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I do make him hard.
And he makes me want like I’ve never wanted a man before.
But we’re technically in public—in a room with glass walls, no less.
“What if someone sees? There could be paparazzi outside,” I breathe against his mouth. But when he backs me against his Great-Great-Whatever Aunt’s potting bench, I put up exactly zero resistance.
“They can’t trespass on private property.” His tongue spars deliciously with mine before he adds, “But that doesn’t mean someone from the party couldn’t walk in at any minute. This shows a staggering lack of judgment.”
“It does. We should—” I break off with a shudder as he grips my ass in both big hands. “We should really…” He pulls me tight to his erection, making my breath catch on a moan. “I wouldn’t want to…” His kisses my neck, my jaw, his breath coming faster as my head spins. “What about the rules?”
“Fuck the rules,” he says, the roughness in his voice making me even hotter.
Which makes me kiss him harder.
Which makes him grind closer.
Which makes me forget why we were doing all this stupid talking in the first place.
Before I know it, my zipper is down. My bodice sags forward and my pulse spikes with a heady combination of panic and arousal—I don’t want to get caught in flagrante delicto by his family or friends—but I also really don’t want him to stop undressing me.
Still, I’m about to insist we find somewhere more private, I really am.
Then, he tugs my dress down around my waist, baring my breasts to the humid air as he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful, Em,” and all capacity for rational thought flies out the window.
He sucks my nipple deep, and I cry out, fingers tangling in his hair as I arch closer to his wicked, wonderful mouth. He hums appreciatively against my skin as he squeezes my other breast, holding me prisoner as his thumb flicks back and forth across the sensitive peak until my knees give.
But he doesn’t let me fall. He braces us both against the bench as he gathers handfuls of my dress in his fists, drawing my skirt higher on my thighs.
The hard wood digs into my back, but I barely feel it. I’m too focused on the scrape of his teeth, the pressure of his hips, the heat rolling off him as he frees my legs.
“Need you, Red, need you so fucking badly,” he says, hooking a hand behind my knee and guiding my leg around his waist as he thrusts forward.
Suddenly, I’m tipped open, rocking against him as he grinds between my legs, shamelessly rubbing on him through our clothes like a teenager until the room starts to spin.
I bite his shoulder through his ridiculous sweater, smothering a cry as his fingers slip into my panties. “Fuck, Emily.” He groans as he strokes through my swollen folds. “You’re killing me. So sexy, the sexiest thing I—”
“Inside me,” I beg, fumbling at the top of his pants. “Inside me, please.”
“I don’t have a condom, I—”
“I’m on the pill, and I trust you,” I cut in, shoving his pants down. “I don’t want you to stop. Please, Olly, don’t stop. I need you so much, it hurts.”
“Never want to hurt you, love,” he says as he pulls my panties to the side, clearing the way. “Never.”
I reach for the top of his boxer-briefs, hands literally shaking, I’m so desperate to free his cock.
But before I can curl my fingers around the fabric—
I hear it.
A soft, questioning whimper from just a foot away…
Olly and I both freeze—me with my breasts out for show and tell; him with his pants around his knees—a scandalous tableau certain to traumatize innocent eyeballs.
If Nuggy’s awake.
But surely, she isn’t.
She was sleeping like the sleepiest puppy in Puppytown.
Slowly, we turn our heads in unison to find that Princess Fluffy Nugget is indeed awake, her tiny head tilted at an angle that seems to demand to know what the heck we think we’re doing.
With her big brown eyes glinting in the moonlight, she looks like a cartoon character who just woke up in a porno, and I can safely say I’ve never gone from turned on to traumatized this fast.
“Oh my god, Oliver,” I say in a rush, scrambling to pull my dress back into place. “Oh my God!”
“What’s wrong?” he pants, still parked between my thighs
“She’s awake,” I insist, pushing at him with one hand as I hold my sagging bodice in place with the other.
He blinks. “She’s fine. Just let me set her down on the floor, so she won’t take a tumble, and—”
“We can’t just set her down!” I bleat as I twist away, drawing my skirt back down to my knees. “We have to comfort her! Reassure her. Get her a treat or something.”
At the word “treat,” Nuggy’s adorable fox ears perk up.