Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Baby, we’re not supposed to.” He reaches the top of my panties and dips his fingers in. “You’re married to that man over there. To have and to hold, one and only.” Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers descend until he’s cupping my pussy, his entire hand wedged into my panties. “And yet it’s my hand in your panties right now.” His palm drags against my clit as he pushes two fingers into me. “My fingers fucking you right now.”
I look at Grayson. I can’t help it. I’m sure that Derek’s words will sting, but it’s not regret on my husband’s face. It’s pure lust as he watches his best friend’s hand move in my panties.
Derek presses an open-mouth kiss to my neck, keeping his pace agonizingly slow. “This pussy is just for him, but I’m playing with it right now. Can’t call that anything but wrong, can’t you?”
“No,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider.
“You get off on that as much as I do.” He laughs hoarsely. “Someone says we shouldn’t and it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.”
Pleasure builds in slow waves, each spiking a little hotter inside me. “I don’t want to want you.”
“But that doesn’t stop you from clenching around my fingers, does it?” He wedges a third inside me and I can’t quite stifle my moan. “It didn’t stop you from demanding I fuck you with my tongue earlier.”
“That’s not fair.” I’m bracing myself on the couch on either side of him now, trying to lift my hips to ride his fingers, to drive him deeper.
Derek bands his free arm around my waist and pins me down. “So fucking shameless. You’d ride my hand to orgasm right in front of him, wouldn’t you?”
His words feed something dark and hungry inside me. This is just a game. We have permission. But he’s right; it doesn’t make this feel any less wrong. Deliciously wrong.
“Maybe we should stop.” But as I say it, I take my hands off the couch and stroke them over his arm. I’m touching Derek. “In…just a minute.”
He withdraws his fingers. I have half a second to make a protesting noise and then Derek topples me onto the couch. The couch is wide enough for him to lie partially at my side and he wedges himself between me and the back of it.
Just like that, we’re kissably close, and this feels a whole lot more intimate than just sitting on his lap. His gaze drops to my lips. I half expect him to ask permission, but we’ve blown past that several times today already.
Derek kisses me like he has every right to. No hesitation. No reluctance. He takes my mouth like it was his all along, cupping my jaw to angle my head exactly where he wants it so he can plunge deep. He tastes like whiskey, and I’m suddenly afraid that I’m going to get drunk off him.
I shouldn’t be too eager. I should display some reluctance. But then, I’ve never been that skilled at being good, not when I can be bad.
I kiss him back with all the pent-up longing I haven’t allowed myself to feel. He’s nothing like Grayson. My husband is controlled in everything he does, even being wild. His kisses reflect that. Derek’s is consuming in a way I don’t know if I’ll survive. Like he’s snapped his leash and he’s not going to stop until he’s exhausted, which will take a hell of a long time.
I can’t wait.
Chapter 5
Derek finally leans back, and we’re both panting as we stare at each other. His eyes contain something that’s almost like amazement. “The things I’m going to do to you, Emma.”
“Do them,” I whisper.
“I don’t know if thirty-six hours is enough.” He shakes his head, looking dazed. “It’ll have to be.” As if the deadline spurs him on, he kisses me again and snakes his hand down my stomach to slide into my panties again. This time, he’s not teasing. He tries a few different motions out of stroking my clit before he finds the one I like, a soft back and forth that will get me to the edge in no time. He keeps kissing me all the while, drawing my pleasure tighter and tighter, until I’m moaning and would be begging if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
Derek shifts down to kiss my jaw, using his touch to turn my face to the side. “Look at him, baby.” He murmurs. “You’re about to come on my fingers. Not his.”
I meet Grayson’s gaze as my orgasm takes me, catching a glimpse of something almost tormented before the pleasure becomes too great and I have to close my eyes. Derek draws it out, sending wave after wave coursing through my body until I feel positively boneless.
He moves, shifting back to kneel between my legs, and running his hands lightly over my body, following the path of the lingerie. “As much as I appreciate the wrapping, how the fuck do I get this off?”