Tease Me Once (Shame On You #1) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Shame On You Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
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The door opens with a creak, the footsteps sure and carrying an ease until they stop. Embarrassment, shame—I’m not sure what it is that heats my face but I know there’s nothing I can do about it. Declan put me here how he wants me, and I don’t dare stand up; hell, I don’t know that I could move if I wanted to.

With my entire body paralyzed, and every nerve ending lit aflame from the forbidden aspect, I feel nothing but both wanted and ashamed.

Declan slides his hand beneath my dress as the two men take their seats. Declan is close enough to touch, while the other man, judging by the groan of the chair, is farther away and seated behind me, not in front.

The thin fabric of my dress barely covers part of my ass, and the rest of me is only hidden by the fact that I’m bent over. If I were to move, the dress would fall. My eyes beg to close, but I stare at the man who put me here. He radiates dominance but there’s also a casualness to him. He has everything I don’t have at this moment.

I’m only grateful that I can’t see the other man. My eyes stay on Declan as he toys with me in a way that’s almost relaxed despite another person in here watching. His footsteps approach the desk and stop. Declan’s fingers slip up and down, moving from my swollen clit that begs for attention all the way up, pressing gently, testing me, then back down. Over and over.

“Should I come back later?” the man questions. I think I recognize his voice but I’m not sure. Part of me wonders if he knows who I am. I wonder what he thinks of me. Just as my mind begins to race, pleasure halts every burgeoning question in its tracks.

Declan pushes two fingers inside of me and slides them in and out, his rhythm slow, then moves back to my clit. My toes curl in my heels, the pleasure building and then sending a tingling need outward. My only movement is to grip the edge of the desk harder and squeeze my eyes shut tight.

I’m so close to the edge. I can feel it. It overwhelms me to the point that I can’t focus on the conversation being held in the room. I can’t focus on anything until Declan’s hand slips away, leaving me wanting and he chuckles. It’s deep and low and the man lets out a huff of a laugh but it’s restrained.

As my high comes down, a sense of slight disappointment accompanies it. I stare at a beautifully paneled wall. There’s not much to look at. There’s everything to feel between my legs.

“I’m interrupting,” the man comments. He has a deep voice. Maybe he’s one of the security men. Yes, I think that’s where I recognize his voice from.

“No,” says Declan. His tone is sharp enough to make me think the other man is right, that he’s interrupting, but then Declan continues. “Go ahead.”

“Some news from the city,” the other man begins, and hesitates. “I’ve had a few different reports.”

Declan hums and leans forward, forcing my gaze to his button-down shirt, until my eyelids fall shut once more with the divine pleasure from his touch. He toys with me again, rubbing ruthless circles against my clit until I let out a moan I wish I could stifle. If only I had something to bite down on.

“From our territories or others?”

“A couple from others.” Their voices go back and forth, back and forth, but all I can feel is Declan. Declan’s hand between my legs. He nudges my thighs apart a little further under the dress, and I know I’m not supposed to move other than this. He’s good at what he does. And I fucking love it. I’ve wondered long enough and he’s exceeded my expectations with a sinful flare I didn't know existed.

Flames are coming off my skin as arousal drips down the inside of one of my thighs. The intense sensation concentrates on my clit, building and building.

Hold still, I think and pray and desperately try to hold my position, but the other man is talking when it hits. The orgasm rips through me with a sudden shockwave. I close my lips tight and try not to make any sound. It comes out anyway. My heels lift off the floor. The movement makes the dress fall to the floor.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. There’s not a shred of coverage. My heart pounds even as my climax tears through me.

Instantly, I know what I’ve done. I press myself flat against the desk.

Declan’s hand is still between my legs. Slowly, he takes it out and puts it firmly on the small of my back. It’s slick to the touch and my face heats all the more. “You disobeyed me.”


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