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When Layla clapped, reality returned. I’m about to experience heaven and suffer the consequences. Her eyes meet mine. And it’s going to be so fucking worth it.
“Okay, I’ve got all my gear.” Layla walks to the door, twists the knob and steps into the hallway. “I’ll lock the front door.”
“Thanks.” I nod, barely hearing her over the blood rushing in my ears. Which is strange because I thought it was lodged in my dick.
The second the door shuts, I cup her cheeks. “Tell me no, and I’ll walk you to the front door.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Wearing this?”
“You might want to put on some more clothes.” I slide my hand into her hair and stroke my thumb along her scalp. The sweet whimper that falls from her lips sinks me farther into hell.
“I think I want less clothes on.” Her palms climb up my sides, burning my skin as she inhales and slowly arches her eyebrows. “And I feel like I’ve been at a disadvantage. You still have on your pants.” When her hands land on my belt buckle, I flinch, and one corner of her mouth rises. “What?”
“Once my pants are off, I’ll be the one at a disadvantage.”
Her eyes glow as she unfastens the only real barrier between us. I can be inside those panties in one second. The zipper is the only sound in the room as she rips the fastening of my pants open and curls her fingers around my shaft, making me glad I skipped wearing underwear. “That feels good.”
“Not as good as you felt under me. If Layla had asked for one more shift in position, she would’ve gotten a view of my orgasm face, and that’s one thing we’ve kept as a strong boundary between us.”
I laugh at her honesty and attempt at humor. Only to gasp when she cups my balls with one hand and twirls her thumb around and over the head of my erection. The way she moves with confidence both intrigues me and pisses me off. I don’t want her to have experience with anyone else.
As irritation outweighs the intrigue, I smash my mouth over hers and claim what I want with every ounce of my pent-up frustration of juggling between my desire for her and the consequences I’ll face for taking her. Because there’s no mistaking that following through with this moment is going to have consequences. My best friend has made it clear that he would never approve of us being together.
She hums as she increases her attention to my dick. Our movements are furious and erratic as we touch and taste each other. Which makes sense because we’ve been making out nonstop for two hours.
She pushes my pants down to the floor as I kick off my shoes and socks. Her eyes feast over my body, filling me with pride that I’ve worked so hard to remain in top physical form for my job. “You’re gorgeous.” Her fingers trace over my abdomen and along the V, leading to my angry, jutting flesh. “Perfection. No wonder women flock to you. You’re almost too good to be true.”
Before I can speak, she’s on her knees with her hands on my hips, nails digging into my flesh, and licking my dick with enthusiasm.
“You don’t have to–” The nails of one hand pierce into my skin as she grasps my cock and fully engulfs my erection into her mouth. Jesus. All restraint and good sense leave my head in an instant. I fist the base of my shaft to keep her from choking while using my other hand to guide her to a rhythm that has my thighs shaking from the effort not to land on my ass or cum and ruin the moment. “Stop.”
She pulls back and stares up at me with those beautiful bedroom eyes. “I don’t want to.” She traces her tongue along the pulsating veins.
My cock jumps. “Please, stop now.”
“Fine.” She laughs and rolls her eyes.
I jerk backward, hauling her to her feet, spin her around, and deposit her on the edge of the bed. “Pip, I’m about one suck from coating your lips and tongue with my cum, but I want to taste how much you want me before I embarrass myself and send you running away.”
“God,” she sighs, and her nostrils flare. “You’re good at that.”
“Baby, I’m much better at something else.” I grasp the edges of her panties. “Now, be a good girl and wiggle out of these soaked panties so I can clean you up.”
Her eyes narrow into slits as she grasps the comforter in her fisted hands. “Do not change your mind.”
I pull downward, exposing the first sprinkling of curls, and stop. “Why? Are there going to be bats flying out of here?”
She laughs so hard tears wet the corners of her eyes and swats at my head. “No, dummy, I don’t have bats in my panties. But I don’t want you to get me going any more than you already have and then leave me high and dry.”
“Sweetheart, I’m here for the duration.” I slide her panties down those long legs and toss them behind me. I’m afraid once I’ve had that first taste, she’s going to have to get a restraining order to get rid of me.
Chapter Seventeen
Harbor
‘This is a mistake’ flies through my head as my panties hit the floor. My head knows it. My heart fears it. But my body is all in. It’s been too long at this point since anyone has touched me. And even then, Ian and I weren’t wild in the sheets.
His hand caresses my inner thighs as he spreads my legs apart and pulls my backside to the edge of the mattress. The heat in his eyes confirms that he wants this as much as I do. But then what? Maybe we shouldn’t. My shoulders sag into the mattress. I don’t have one-night stands or in this case one-day stands, and if that’s what this is, I might not survive.
