Page 50 of Over Us, Over You

“Then you don’t know your brother.” He looked dead-ass serious. “Trust me. He’s a psycho when it comes to the women in his life.”

“So, we keep this—whatever this will be, a secret forever?”

“No,” he said, pulling me into his lap. “We tell him after his wedding when he’s less liable to be upset. And ‘this’ means you being mine and vice versa. Or, as you would say, boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Are there any rules for that?”

“Only three.” He rubbed his hand against my back. “And they’re non-negotiable.”

“I’m listening.”

“Rule number one, you belong to me and not anyone else.” He slid his hand under my shirt and unclasped my bra. “You trust me, I trust you, and we don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Number two?”

“You don’t let me treat you any kind of way again, and we keep this as discreet as possible until we’re both ready to tell your brother.”

“That’s two rules.”

“I’m counting them as one.”

I sucked in a breath as he pinched my nipples. “And three?”

“Number three,” he said, sliding his hand into my jeans and tapping his fingers against my pussy. “You only give this to me.”

I didn’t get a chance to agree. He kissed my lips and pushed me off of his lap, positioning my back against the couch cushions.

I stared at him as he moved between my legs and pulled my pants down to my ankles.

Tilting my body up, he draped my legs over his shoulder in one smooth motion. He tore my lace panties off in a flat second and tossed them across the room. Without saying a word, he pressed his mouth against my pussy and began kissing my lower lips in the same sensuous way he kissed my mouth.

Not giving me a chance to adjust, he swirled his tongue around my clit in slow circles.

“Ahh...” I shut my eyes as he slid his tongue a little deeper. “Corey...”

“Do you want me to stop?” He blew on my clit. “I will.”

“No...” I shook my head. “No.”

He trailed slow kisses against my inner thighs, gripping my legs a little tighter each time I made a sound.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He buried his face in my pussy again—rendering me completely useless. He darted his tongue against my clit in a slow, deliberate rhythm—sucking it in and out of his mouth.

I writhed against the cushions and pulled his hair, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t lose pace.

My phone sounded on the coffee table, and his sounded in his pocket seconds later, but neither of us made a move to answer.

He groaned as he tasted me, whispering, “Your pussy tastes so damn good...”

I squeezed my thighs against his head as he caressed my nipples with his free hand, adding to the pleasure. I felt myself nearing the edge as my body began to shake, so I tried to push him away.

“I don’t think so.” He didn’t budge. “Come on my face, Hayley...”

“Ahh...” I couldn’t hold back anymore. Ahhh. Corey...”

“Come on my face,” he repeated, still keeping my legs locked in his grip—still fucking me with his mouth.

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