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“That’s on the other side of town…”
“And? What? That too far for you?”
“No, it’s just that…” I pause, wanting to find the right words without sounding like an asshole. “In that neighborhood, people drive cars more expensive than my house.”
She laughs. “Sure, it’s a nice area and I’m sure there are some people who may be like that.” She shrugs. “My parents wanted me somewhere safe.”
“Your parents? As in you still live with them or they live with you?”
“No. They paid for my house, so they made sure it was a safe neighborhood.”
I want to tell her being with me isn’t somewhere safe. But she’ll learn that soon enough. She’s prim and proper and I’m all hard edges. She drives expensive cars, and I’m just the man who fixes them. But I'm finding it hard to resist the magnetic pull I have toward her.
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into her driveway. A light by the front door illuminates a small wraparound porch. Even though her house is smaller compared to some of her neighbors, mine is still only half the size. She opens her door and jumps out. I quickly follow, wanting to be somewhat of a gentleman, and walk her to the front door. When we’re under the soft porch light, I pass her the car keys.
Her smile is wide as her gaze meets mine. “I’m glad I called you tonight. Because who knows if you were ever going to actually call me?”
I bark out a laugh. “If I did, we would have never gotten tonight.”
“God forbid we didn’t have drunken voicemails and bad boys who whisk you away.” She flings her arm in front of her.
I take a step closer and bend down so my lips are inches from hers. “And a sexy as hell duchess with a mouth I want to put to work.”
Her breath hitches. “Is that so?”
“Yep.” I close the distance and press my lips to hers. Her kiss does something to me. Something unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I could spend hours kissing this girl. Her little moans and whimpers grow louder as she presses her body against mine. I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her tight to me, wanting to devour every inch of her.
A horn from a passing car breaks us from our make out session. She pulls away, unlocks the door and pushes it open. Before entering, she whirls around, hand still resting on the doorknob. “Do you want to come in?”
“You know if I come in, it won’t be for hand holding and cuddling.”
“Good.” Her lips curve into a seductive smile. “I hate hand holding and most definitely despise cuddling.”
EIGHT
WHERE ARE MY PANTS?
Olivia
With his signature move that I’m growing to love, he grips the back of my neck, and his fingers thread through my hair. He pushes his way through the door as his lips crash to mine. Using his foot he kicks the door, and it slams shut. I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss. He walks me backward, in the dark, until I smack into a solid surface. My hands roam over his chest and shoulders in a frenzy. His tongue caresses mine, soft and seductive. I hike a leg over one of his hips, grinding into him. His bulge hitting me in the right spot causes me to moan. Using the wall for leverage, he hikes up my other leg, and I naturally wrap both around his hips. Now it’s his turn to press into me and I whimper. His spicy scent, mixed with a hint of grease, is slowly becoming my new favorite smell.
He pulls away from my lips but continues kissing along my jaw until he reaches my earlobe. “Fuck duchess. I’ve never been this hard before. All from your sassy mouth,” he whispers.
The rough stubble on his cheek scrapes along my heated skin. I throw my head back and moan as my nails dig into his muscular shoulders. Somehow, I remember to use my words. “There’s a couch over there. We should go to the couch,” I say between pants.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me and I’m no longer leaning against the wall. The porch light casts a warm glow in the formal living room, offering just enough light so Ledger can see where he’s going. He falls onto the oversized plush couch, taking me with him so I’m straddling his lap. I roll my hips, so his huge bulge grinds against me on the exact spot I want him. His cheeks are rough and prickly under my fingertips. I would give my left tit to experience the scratching on my inner thighs. Rising on my knees to shift my weight, a slow and seductive voice pours through the speakers. My eyebrows pinch together. For a brief moment, I’m unsure as to what’s happening, then I register what’s being spoken. “Oh, shit!” I scurry off Ledger’s lap. It’s not that someone is talking, but my audiobook is playing. My very smutty romance audiobook is playing very loud in my living room.
He laughs. “What is that, and where’s it coming from?”
I scramble to turn on a lamp next to the couch. Frantically, I scan the room, searching for the remote. “Stop playing!” I yell while continuing to struggle to find the remote, but the voices don’t stop. I dig in the couch cushion as Ledger lifts his leg to get out of my way. My fingers wrap around something solid.
“Suck on my big, throbbing cock, you dirty girl.”
I freeze. A sheen of sweat covers my forehead. Why is this happening right now? What did I do to deserve this? I pull out the remote and press the power button. “Why is this piece of junk not working!” Repeatedly, I jab my finger into the button, but instead of turning off, it gets louder.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Right there. Your cock is so huge it’s hitting my cervix. Put your baby in me.”
“Daddy?” He lifts an eyebrow and sits up straighter, wanting to pay closer attention.
