"And then she trips over her own feet and into his arms," Piccola says and closes the laptop."That's a hell of a first chapter," I say as I keep rubbing her feet. "I love how clumsy she is and how annoyed the hero gets at her putting herself in danger.""Isn't it the sweetest?" she says, and her ch
"Fuck," I hiss, breaking the kiss."What's wrong?" She looks at me like she made a mistake, and I cup her face."Someone is at the door.""Oh." She looks over her shoulder and then back at me. "I didn't hear anything.""We were a bit distracted." I smile at her and then pat her on the ass. "Go to my
The elevator ride down is tense, and my heart aches for Blake. I know the only reason he stood down against my father was for my sake. He has no idea what that meant to me. I loved that he was willing to not only stand up to my father but also step back if I asked. I only pray that he doesn't hate m
"Please don't say anything," I whisper back."I think we can work out a deal." He kisses my cheek, and a cold chill runs down my spine. I force a nod, and he taps me on the nose with his finger. "Good.""Already getting acquainted, I see," Dad says as he enters the kitchen behind me. "Did you know L
"Get your fucking hands off her!" I shout as I rush over to the wreckage and straight for the driver. "Wait, wait, wait." He holds his hand up, but I don't stop as my fist collides with his face. One hit and he crumples to the ground, but I don't look back at him as I shove his body out of the way
"I promise you this isn't what you think." The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Blake. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. "Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—" My eyes fly op
"I already know about the dildo, but I'm sure we can find use for it," Blake says as he leans over and kisses me on my neck. Heat blooms through my face and all kinds of other places too. "Why are you both doing this to me?" I groan. "Well, if you don't want him to hear everything you're about to
The scent of warm vanilla sugar surrounds me while I dream, and it's almost real. There's softness against me, and then I feel hands moving down my body and reaching into my sweats. I'm hard and weeping with need as Piccola's hand wraps around my length. This dream is so good that I thrust into her