Page 51 of A Major Puck Up

I bark out a laugh, even as my chest constricts. “Millie, you don’t have to throw yourself at me. You know how I feel. But nothing is happening while we’re in your dad’s hot tub.”

One brow raised as if she’s unamused, she points to a cabinet behind us. “Towels are in there. Don’t worry, my dad is as uptight as you are, so he thinks of everything.”

Before I’m even fully seated, she swims toward me and climbs into my lap.

Of their own volition, my palms settle on the smooth skin of her thighs. “New rule. No talking about your dad while you’re on top of me.”

Her responding smirk sends a frisson of need through me, dammit. “Finally, we agree on something.”

“Enough out of you,” I chide, squeezing her generous thighs.

For a moment, we sit silently, taking one another in. “Hi, Peaches,” I whisper. It’s impossible not to feel at ease when this woman is in my arms.

She smiles. “Are you going to kiss me now? I’ve been a good girl.”

“You are anything but a good girl.”

“Mmm. True, but don’t lie; you like it.”

The growl that slips from my throat makes it clear how much I like every little thing she does. Especially the way she licks at her lips, teasing me.

She’s too fucking good at tormenting me. That one move is all it takes for me to snap. With one hand still on her thigh, I grasp her neck with the other and pull her close.

“You’re a tease, Millie Hall. A brat. I’m not supposed to want you or crave every little fucking thing about you, but I can’t stop myself.” My heart pangs in my chest at the admission. “I can’t force myself to put my friendship with your father first. It’s impossible to think of you as his daughter when the only thing you’ll ever really be now that I’ve been inside you is mine.”

The pulse in her neck beats wildly beneath my thumb, and her eyes widen. “I may not know what I want to do with my life. Hell, I don’t know what I’m doing, period. But I know if you don’t kiss me right now, I may die. I’m yours, Gavin. All yours if you’ll have me.”

She is mine. Wrong or not. What we’re doing will fuck up both of our lives. Her father won’t understand, and he’ll never believe I’m good enough for her. But what I told him when he met Lake applies here too. I can’t put others first. Not in this aspect of my life.

Truth be told, the only person I need to put first is Millie. So that’s what I’m doing. Right here. With her perched on my lap and wearing a smile so big it’s obvious she knows precisely what I’m thinking.

Yes, Millie Hall’s happiness is all I give a fuck about.

“Don’t die, Peaches. I’ll kiss you.” Squeezing the back of her neck, I pull her in and tease her lips with my tongue.

She whimpers as I finally take exactly what’s mine, sucking on her bottom lip, relishing the taste of her, then kissing her slowly, taking my time, owning her.

With another needy, throaty sound, she presses into me and loops her arms around my neck. She rakes her fingers through my hair, scratching at my scalp and tugging at the strands.

I groan into her mouth. “Fuck, Mill. I need one taste.”

Pulling back, she focuses on me, eyes dancing and lips turned up seductively, as if she knew all along she’d get what she wanted. Dipping back in, she grinds against my hard cock.

“Please, Peaches,” I beg against her lips. “Let me taste you.”

“Only if you’ll make me come when you do.”

I run my tongue down her neck, licking up the salty-sweet taste of her skin. “This is a terrible idea.”

She moans and swivels her hips, sending a tingling sensation through me. “Terrible. Truly.”

“But you need my tongue on your clit?”

Humming, she grinds down, working us both up, unraveling all my control. As if I’ve had even an ounce of it since the minute I first saw her today.

This was the only way tonight was going to end. Me licking her until she cries my name. Her sinking down onto my cock. Us together. Finally. Again.

With both hands beneath the warm water, I grasp her hips and lift her so her feet are planted on either side of my thighs and her core is inches from my face.

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