Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 117740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I reached up and clasped her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm before pulling it away from my mouth and interlacing our fingers. “What am I, your dirty little secret?”
“You’re certainly not a public display of affection!” she ground out, yanking her hand out of mine. “I’m not joking, Oliver. That was an accident. A mistake. It never should have happened, and it’s never going to happen again, so stop this.”
A mistake?
I pulled her back towards me and swapped our positions so she was against the door. I pushed one knee between her thighs, pinning her in place, and rested my forearms either side of her head, looking down at her. The spark of annoyance that’d fizzled through my veins at her referral to us having sex as a ‘mistake’ was still well and truly alive, and I closed the distance between our faces until the tip of my nose brushed against hers.
“A mistake? No, princess. A typo is a mistake. Tying your shoelaces too tight is a mistake. Knocking over a mug and spilling water is a mistake,” I said in a low voice, pulling back just enough that our gazes met. “You actively and willingly consenting to squeeze your pussy around my cock as you come all over it is not a mistake. Not when you wanted it.”
Her breath hitched. “I—”
“Are you going to tell me now that you didn’t want it?” I interrupted whatever she was going to say, my voice dangerously quiet. “Because we both know that’s bullshit, Rose. You wanted it just as much as I did. Thinking you made a bad choice with the benefit of hindsight… Regretting it… Do that all you want, but don’t you dare tell me it was a mistake. You knew what we were doing, and you did it willingly.”
A red flush rose up her cheeks, and she swallowed, her throat bobbing with the force of it. “Fine,” she whispered, averting her gaze down to my shoulder as her hips flexed into my leg. “You’re right. I did want it. But that doesn’t mean I want anyone else to know—or that I want to do it again.”
I chuckled, bringing one of my hands down to her bare neck. I trailed my thumb down the side of it, making her twitch. “Then why, exactly, are you pressing yourself against my thigh like this? Any harder, and I’d think you want to use it as your own personal sex toy.”
She squeaked, weakly pushing at my chest, but I didn’t loosen my hold on her. Her body was reacting to me, whether she liked it or not, and she was going to have to acknowledge it.
There was something between us. God only fucking knew what, but the more she denied it, the worse it was going to be.
For us both.
Because, fuck.
I would be damned if she wouldn’t let me touch her again.
“Rose…”
She drew in a deep breath before meeting my eyes. “What exactly are you trying to achieve?”
“What do you mean?” I replied. “You’re the one who dragged me in here and slammed the door before pushing me against it. I’m merely returning the favour.”
“Ha.” She blew upwards, forcing a bit of hair away from her eye and failing.
I reached up and gently brushed it away with my thumb, then tucked the offending lock behind her ear, letting my fingertips continue a slow, feather-light journey down the side of her neck. “What are you ha-ing about?”
“Returning the favour?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was something seductively dangerous about it—like she was a fire I really shouldn’t be stoking. “I’m not kidding myself, Oliver. You’ve been doing nothing but a favour for me all day. I know you don’t care about this place. I know you don’t care what it means to us. You’re just humouring me.”
“Ro—”
“So, I’ll humour you, too.” She slid one hand between us and brushed her fingers over my bulging shorts, leaning up so her mouth was close to my ear. “Do you think I didn’t see this coming when I shut us both in here? You think I haven’t seen you watching me all day?”
Ha.
This woman…
What a filthy tease.
I moved my hips, pushing my erection further into her willing hand. “What was it you said not two minutes ago? That you don’t want this to happen again?”
“Well,” she murmured, her lips brushing my jaw. “A woman can change her mind, and I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite.”
Then she did the one thing I wasn’t expecting her to.
She pushed me away and dropped to her knees, then pulled my cock free of my shorts and boxers. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and brought it to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over the tip.
Ah, fuck.
I’m in trouble.
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OLIVER
A Shed Load of Lust