Wicked Envy Read online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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“You watch, Avril,” Dane says as he gives me a little shake where I’m suspended from his grip on my blouse. “Put your fucking elbows on the desk, spread your legs wide, and you watch me eat your pussy.”

I suck in a lungful of air, and I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my clit. My eyes are locked onto Dane’s, and right now, I’m not sure it’s possible to look away.

“You watch your best friend eat your pussy,” he continues. “Just the way I watched you suck my dick. You watch and you be okay with it like you promised.”

“Dane,” I say again softly, but this time, it’s with apology for the mess I’ve created.

“Just watch,” he says more fiercely. “You opened this door, I walked in, and, apparently, I’m not walking back out. So just watch.”

His last few words come out almost as a plea if I’m reading him right, and because he’s my best friend and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him, I can only nod my acquiescence.

“Good,” he murmurs just before pressing his lips to my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moan as my hips jerk from the sensation. Dane releases his grip on my shirt and before I can fall back, I plant my elbows into the desk so I can stay tilted enough to watch him.

The pleasure is beyond intense and because I’m so worked up by Dane’s aggressiveness, I can feel an orgasm already starting to bubble.

I have no control over my body and my hips start flexing to meet his tongue, writhing desperately for more contact from him. He won’t give it to me, though, moving his mouth and lips to deny me more than the soft licks and sucks he’s giving me.

“Please,” I beg him for more.

Instead, he pulls his mouth away and his eyes come to mine. “Christ… what are we doing?”

I blink in surprise over his moment of doubt when he’d just been so sure. Before I can say anything though, he shakes his head and mutters, “Never mind. We’re doing what feels good.”

And then he dives back down, and this time I don’t have to move an inch to get more contact. He attacks me with purpose, and that’s to get me off hard and fast.

I’m caught in a maelstrom, my brain warring with my body. I know Dane is right there with me, yet there’s no hesitation in him right now. He devours me whole with his mouth, works my clit magically with his tongue, and when he presses two fingers inside of me, my hips shoot up as my back arches with pleasure. The orgasm thunders through me, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don’t scream. It doesn’t stop the long, low moan that filters through my teeth, and Dane groans in response to me.

He lifts his head to look at me, the expression on his face somber and defiant. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“Why should you?” I retort harshly, because I also detect a bit of admonition in his tone as if I caused all of this. “I just came spectacularly.”

Dane gives a sigh as he stands and stares down at me. I feel completely vulnerable with my skirt around my hips and my legs spread wide before him. So, I push at his chest for him to back up, and I slide off the desk. Dane turns from me as I manage to awkwardly get my underwear on and push my skirt back down. I have to tuck my shirt back in, wondering how presentable I actually look. Will I pass muster when I walk by his secretary on the way out?

I head for the door, but I’m stopped with Dane’s hand on my elbow.

Looking over my shoulder at him, I merely cock an eyebrow.

He sighs again and pulls on my arm so I’m forced to turn and look at him.

“I’m sorry,” he says gently, and every bit of fight and tension seeps out of my body.

There’s no hesitation. I merely step into his body and wrap my arms around him. Dane’s never been one for hugs and cuddles, but to my surprise, he reciprocates. It’s the easy hug of a friend—albeit most friends don’t press their erections into your belly.

I try to ignore that, though, and ask him, “Are we going to be okay?”

Dane gives me a squeeze before pulling back so I’m forced to look up at him. “I don’t regret that. Or what we did two nights ago. I wanted it badly, and it was better than I could have imagined. It’s just sex though, Avril. And you’re the one who wouldn’t look me in the eye today, so maybe you’re the one who needs to figure out if we’re going to be okay.”

Turning inward, I focus in on the feeling low in my gut. Yes, there’s an uneasiness, but when I truly reach deep, I don’t feel regret.


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