Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 132951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I reach up and skim the shell of his ear. “Hard to play by the rules when I don’t even know what they are.”
“I suppose I should have finished the thought in my head, and then you would have known that while I love this dress, you wearing it in a club full of people makes me lightly homicidal.”
“And possibly horny.” I spin and press my ass against him, feeling his hardness.
“Possibly.” He turns my head, tilting my chin so he can cover my mouth with his.
It’s a soft kiss. Sweet. Until he sucks in my bottom lip and lets it slide through his teeth. “Do you know what I can’t stop thinking about?”
“Fucking me in the front foyer when we get home?”
“You’ll be lucky if we make it out of the car.” His hand moves lower, pressing firmly against my low belly as he rolls his hips.
“Tell me more about that,” I suggest.
“I’d like you to tell me more about the time I caught you listening to your audiobook in the driveway.”
A thrill shoots down my spine. “What do you want to know?”
“I know you better than I did then.” His fingers splay across my stomach, pressing illicitly close to the crest of my pubic bone.
“You do,” I agree on a soft moan.
“I know how you sound when you’re about to come.” He kisses the edge of my jaw. “And I know you get off on the idea of being watched.”
My nipples tighten, and my panties dampen.
“And here we are, in the middle of a nightclub.” He bites my earlobe. “Surrounded by our friends, and based on the way you’re biting that lip of yours, you’re dangerously close to coming, aren’t you, Dredful menace?”
“Y-yes.” Everyone is lost in their own world, bodies moving, engaged in their own foreplay. But there are eyes everywhere. Someone is watching. Noticing.
“Do you know how much I want to feel your pretty, wet cunt squeezing my cock?”
My moan gets lost in the bass as heat spirals through me and my knees buckle. Connor spins me around and works his knee between my thighs. His hand curves around my ass, pulling me tight against him. His lips drop to my ear. “I can feel you coming, little menace.” And then his mouth is on mine, swallowing my plaintive sounds.
I melt into his arms. We don’t say goodbye to our friends. As soon as my legs will hold my weight, he whisks me out of the club and into his car.
“Take your panties off,” he demands once we’re on the road.
I shimmy them down my thighs. Connor holds his hand out, and I drop them into his palm. He groans as he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.
“Oh my fucking God.” I shudder and dig my nails into my thighs.
“Are you coming again?”
“Maybe,” I say through gritted teeth. The roll of my hips gives me away.
Connor almost misses the turn. He makes a hard right, then straightens out the wheel, easing off the gas. His hot hand lands on my thigh, squeezing. I part my legs for him, and he skims my clit. My body is on fire, and I’m on the verge of combusting.
We turn onto our street, and he punches in the code for the gate. As soon as we’re through, he shifts into park and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, yanking me over and into a kiss. With that, we’re frantic, insatiable. He throws open his door and steps out into the cool fall night. I clamber over the center console, and he pulls me out of the car with one arm while he frees his cock with the other.
He hurriedly rolls on a condom, and then I wrap myself around him and he presses me against the side of the car. Our gazes lock, my heart skips a beat, and then he fills me in one rough, glorious thrust. Our mouths clash, tongues lashing. Connor fucks me into oblivion at the mouth of the driveway. I can’t get close enough, will never be full enough. I want him in ways I’ve never wanted anyone.
And then he softens. His hold gentle, his lips tender on mine as he fucks me still. I think I could love him, if he would let me.
CHAPTER 36
CONNOR
“Where’s Dred tonight?” Meems asks as Norm and Ethel fuss over her, making sure she’s comfortable before they leave us to eat.
“She’s visiting a friend.”
Meems brightens. “Her Babes?”
I smile. “Uh, no, she’s playing board games with Flip,” I explain.
“Ah.” She nods knowingly. “And how do you feel about that?”
“He’s her best friend.”
“That’s who he is, not how you feel,” she presses.
I cut my parmesan green bean in half and spear it with my fork. “He’s her family. They’ve been a support system for each other for a long time.”