Page 86 of The Perfect Mistake

“Um. The quickie? I liked how the hero just kinda… went for it. Because he was so turned on.” My voice is coming out thin. This is so embarrassing to say out loud, to describe why I liked it so much.

But he just hums. “Interesting.”

“What about it?”

“I didn’t think women liked quickies, generally speaking.”

“Yeah, maybe most don’t. I’m not sure I do either, but that’s not really the key thing there.”

“What’s the fantasy, then?”

“That you’re… well, just too turned on. Like, you can barely control it, you just need me too much. I know that might not be very realistic.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I am so turned on by you that I can’t control it. I wouldn’t be in my hired nanny’s bed if I wasn’t.”

That makes me smile. “Oh? I’ve been driving you wild?”

“Let’s just say I haven’t needed any help to come up with the fantasies I’ve had about you.” His hand traces circles on my leg. “Show me.”

I turn my face to his. His eyes are so close, hazel and warm, and his skin is flushed with pleasure. I must look the same. “Show you what?”

“How you make yourself come using those books you read.”

I dig my teeth into my lower lip. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” I’m a bit surprised by my own eagerness. I reach down and take his hand off where it’s resting on my hipbone. I place it between my legs and guide his fingers to my clit. “I always start here.”

He lifts himself onto an elbow, watching our hands move. “On your back, like this?”

“Usually, yeah. But, sometimes, on my stomach.”

“Mm-hmm. What motions do your fingers… ah.” He watches intently, his fingers finding their groove next to mine. “Don’t stop.”

Pleasure is rising through me again. I didn’t think it was possible, but it is.

I draw my hand back. “I want you to do it.”

He’s there in an instant, replacing my touch with his own, but repeating the same pattern. It feels so much more pleasurable when it’s him. He slides his free arm beneath me, and I turn against his shoulder, focusing on nothing but the electricity spreading through me. He smells good. Like man and sex and soap.

“Alec,” I say.

I don’t know what I want to say. The feelings I’ve always had for him are lurking right beneath the surface, so close now that he’s here, holding me, touching me, and I feel high on the sensations.

“Yes?”

“Don’t pull away again,” I whisper.

His fingers speed up, moving like my own but better, and I bend my knees to give him greater access.

“I won’t be able to,” he says. “Who would make you come so prettily?”

That makes me sigh softly. “Exactly.”

“Can you come for me again, like a good girl?” he asks.

I close my eyes against his shoulder, my breathing increasing with the praise. Hearing him say those things in his deep voice, with his hand between my legs… giving him my Kindle had been a great idea.

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