Long fingers circle my ankles, and he yanks me to the edge of the table. “I need to taste you.”“Please, Michael.”“Oh, no. Don’t beg me, baby. This is all for you.”He pushes my legs apart and buries his face between them. At the first touch of his tongue, I cry out. He swirls the tip gently, right
MichaelI can already tell that tonight’s event is going to be messy. The crowd seems to know each other now, after a few days of mingling, and the conversation is flowing. Richard and Harold have created some sort of drinking game in the corner of the ballroom, and they’re getting rowdier by the mi
Mark gives me a tiny, mean smile, and pours another shot of brandy. He’s barely finished before I slam it. I feel loose already. Loose and warm. Not a bad thing, considering that I started the night tense and turned on.“Another,” I order. “I don’t want to stand here any longer than necessary.”We t
She reddens and shakes her head.“You’ve been sleeping on the couch?”“Well, we were at each other’s throats when we arrived, and I just—” She shrugs. “It seemed silly to bring it up.”Fuck you, Michael. I shut my eyes and groan softly. When I open them, she’s looking at me uncertainly.“You’re slee
LillyI wake with a blanket of man draped over me. Michael’s heavy arm is over my stomach, and his chest is a warm wall against my back. Crisp hairs and hard muscle and smooth skin. Gosh, his heat feels delicious. I want to wriggle back and burrow into him.He shifts, and his hard length presses aga
“We should take off our clothes, but—” Pleasure is heating me up from my core, through my belly, and I can’t think.“Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth.My breaths sound like sobs now. “I need you—”“Keep fucking going.”I rock over him, hitting my clit exactly the way I need. Oh, yes. From
“Give me the phone,” Michaelhisses.“No,” I mouth. “She hates you.”“Give me the fucking phone, Lilly.” He holds his hand out. “Let me fix this.”I sigh. “Mallory. Michaelwants to talk to you. He thinks he can fix this.”“Okay,” she says, her voice small and tired. She must really be upset, or she’d
MichaelI can’t resist her. I know I should. I shouldn’t have touched her this morning. Or yesterday. But kissing Lilly is like staring at the sun or checking how sharp the tip of a knife is. You want to do it. You know it’s bad for you. But you’re inexorably drawn to it.She tastes like anger and s