Forbidden Read online Alta Hensley

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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 51507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
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So I knew how strong he was when he wrapped those muscular arms around me, but in my fantasy, these hugs would be different because I was his, and he didn’t have to maintain any sort of respectable distance from me. My body melded to his, desire rising instantly as it always did whenever he was around. I lifted my face to his for a kiss that I deepened myself, twisting my lips beneath his and cupping the short cropped hair at the back of his head in my palm, fanning it in my fingers as our tongues danced together.

Anthony would draw back just a little and kiss the tip of my nose, groaning as he rubbed his lower body against mine, obviously fully capable and ready. “I take it you’ve been lonely all day, my love?”

“Horribly, horribly lonely,” I breathed into his mouth as it returned to its home perched above mine.

“I think I have a remedy for that.” Anthony adjusted a little and lifted me into his arms, walking up the winding staircase to our bedroom without being out of breath in the least. He laid me down on our big king-size bed and continued to kiss me as he relieved himself of his shirt.

As the vast expanse of his chest was revealed one slip of a button through its hole at a time, I couldn’t help but run my hands over it. I’d always been fascinated by his chest, all those bulging muscles lightly covered with soft black hair, small peaked nipples poking out at my hands as insistently as other parts of him were poking into my hip. His hands were busily finding their way under my knit shirt, locating and disposing of my bra like an expert, then feasting his hands on my breasts, cupping them gently, and seeking those already plumped out nipples that tingled in expectation of his touch.

Warm, rough fingertips pinched and rolled my nipples confidently, making me groan and twist, pressing my breasts more firmly into his hands. Before I knew it, I was naked beneath him, and he settled himself between my legs. I was spread so wide to receive him that I could feel the rough fabric of his dress pants against my most private area.

Anthony’s mouth, evil grin and all, descended on my breasts as he asked, only somewhat tongue in cheek, “Did you behave today?”

I couldn’t think to answer him beyond a long, drawn-out “Yes” as my breathing became more and more labored. When he captured a stiffened nipple between his lips and teeth, I squealed suddenly, not knowing if he was going to nibble or suckle until those warm wet lips tugged that sensitive nub inside, trapping it against the roof of his mouth and flicking it mercilessly while his other hand gently pinched and rolled my other nipple.

He always knew exactly what to do to drive me absolutely crazy. Actually, all he had to do was be there and I ended up needing a new pair of panties.

Anthony shifted just a tad to his left, just enough that he could trail his hand down the center of my body as if he owned it to cup my bare privates with his palm, the slide of his middle finger between those soft lips, right to the sopping wet center of my pussy, already slick and waiting for his attentions. The pad of that finger began to torture me. There was no other word for it. He was so big that when he was on top of me, I could barely move. My free left hand and arm were entirely useless against him—trying to move him in any way was like trying to adjust the position of a brick wall.

That finger was going to drive me crazy. I was always simmering at a high level of desire around him, and it was almost embarrassing how easily he could bring me to pleasure.

“Please, Anthony, please!” I breathed, knowing that he liked to tease me sometimes and would stop in the middle of things and bring me down a notch or two, only to build those ever-present fires back up again, slowly and carefully stroking and stoking me, bringing me to a fever pitch where he would hold me for the longest, hardest moment of my life, then finally send me flying over that cliff as he joined my body with his.

For some reason, I started out of my near sleep fantasy at the exact moment he entered me, my body spasming with pleasure as if he were lying right next to me.

Chapter Five

Raychel

It had to be the quietest, most awkward dinner either of us had ever had. Early on, I had started to think that maybe this wasn’t the best of ideas. I was just so damned uncomfortable. I feared I looked like someone was peeling away my skin a strip at a time.


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