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I don’t want to think about my father’s disapproval of us, and I certainly don’t want to think about the past.
I know I’m a fool. I know where this road leads, yet I’m still a willing participant ready to travel the dangerous path of crossing the line with this man again.
Pressing his hard body into me, he tears the bodice of my dress open. The dress is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever worn, but I don’t care it’s been ruined.
With one flick of his menacing fingers, he undoes the clasp of my bra, causing my breasts to fall out, each one heavy with arousal and my nipples so tight they hurt.
I gasp when he latches onto my right nipple and hungrily sucks it into his mouth. Then he sinks his teeth into my tender flesh and takes more.
He swirls his tongue around my nipple, alternating from one to the next. Fuck, it feels so. So unbelievably good. I’m so wet, moisture has started leaking down my inner thigh.
Moans of pleasure fall from my lips, and I writhe against him, riding the shock waves of delight surging throughout every atom in my body.
I don’t even care that I’m so loud someone could hear me. The house staff who live here stay on the other side of the house and would have probably retired to bed already. Still, the kitchen is nearby, so there’s nothing to stop someone from roaming and hearing me.
Hearing us.
I still don’t care, and neither does Jericho.
Jericho pulls back with a wicked smirk, then rolls my dress down my body in one fluid motion, taking it off and throwing it to the side.
“Time to feast on you, Mermaid.” He tweaks my nipples playfully then rips my panties off in the same pirate-bodice-ripping manner he used with my dress.
He stares at my naked body with wild eyes, his chest heaving and his jaw clenched.
That wildness sends thrills racing through me. It’s like my heart didn’t start beating until this very moment. The way he wants me makes me feel like...
Like I’m everything and not Little Miss Shy Girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
Jericho drags his shirt off over his head, and I admire the view of his beautifully perfect body.
Lord, he’s utterly exquisite, and the huge bulge of his cock pressing against his pants is making my mouth water.
Men like Michele Morrone, or whoever everyone is fantasizing about these days, have nothing on Jericho Grayson.
He is the essence of every fantasy. The man they were built on.
When he picks me up ,I wrap my legs around his waist, securing my body to his.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he carries me to the piano and sets me on top of it.
With a devastating smile, he leans in to nibble on my neck. “Spread your legs for me, River. Let me feast on your pretty pussy.”
“Yes, do it.”
“With pleasure, baby.”
His dirty words send a shiver of heat coiling down my spine, then he pushes my thighs wide and lowers his mouth to my pussy, thrusting his tongue inside.
“Jericho,” I moan his name out loud, and I don’t stop moaning as he eats me out, pumping streaks of hot pleasure into my body.
Oh. My. God. This is everything. I don’t want him to ever stop.
He licks my clit and sucks on it until I’m squirming against his face and moaning like a cat in heat. Watching him is so hot, I can barely contain myself.
Just when I think he’s pushed me to the brink, Jericho lifts my leg so he can bite a greedy mouthful of my ass.
I wince, but not in pain. It’s a weird sensation that feels twisted and delightful in all the wrong ways.
