Page 73 of Charming Deception

We lie head to head, stretched out in opposite directions, and I can hear him breathing. I can smell his warm smell, too, the scent of his leathers and the fire smoke in his hair and his male musk beneath.

I inhale deeply, savoring it, trying to do it without making a sound.

I stop and set the tablet down. I’m pretty sure it’s about to get smoking hot in that cave.

I decide I need to quit reading. Now.

And possibly delete this book from my tablet.

I pick it up again and skip ahead a few pages, just checking.

“Talk to me,” I practically beg. “Keep talking.” I want him here with me, and it’s fierce, this wanting.

“Keep touching yourself,” Wolf says. “Don’t stop. Imagine… imagine someone’s kissing you down there. Imagine their mouth?—”

“Who?”

I listen to his hastened breathing in the dark. “Whoever you want.”

“Tell me who.” My voice sounds awfully desperate as I stroke furiously between my legs. “Tell me who’s kissing me.”

I want him to say it. Please say it.

“I am,” he whispers. It’s so quiet, I almost miss it under the ripples of thunder outside. The rainstorm is growing stronger. I shudder with the thought of his mouth on my flesh, the pleasure surging through me. “I’m kissing you. I’m trying to… but you won’t let me.”

“Oh…” The groan escapes me without thought.

“I want to kiss you and lick you between your legs, but you keep stopping me,” Wolf says. “I’m on my knees and I’m begging you. Just one taste. Then I’m kissing you. I’m licking you, and you taste so good. But you tell me to stop. You’re being cruel. I lick you again, but you tell me I’m a dirty, filthy savage. I keep licking you anyway. I love how you taste. I can’t get enough. I taste you all over my lips, you’re so wet, and I keep licking you?—”

I cry out, my body exploding, arching, my flesh spasming beneath my hand. I gasp and groan and writhe, unable to stop myself. I keep rubbing, keep squeezing as my body quakes, as the thunder rumbles through the night.

Spasms ripple between my legs, my tender flesh throbbing, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m so wet, all over my thighs, my hand.

I can smell my arousal, and at the back of my mind, I wonder if Wolf can, too.

I slam the cover on the tablet shut.

Yup. I’m going to sleep.

I toss the tablet on my bedside table along with my reading glasses, turn off the lamp, and roll over.

Then I get up and go jerk off in my bathroom because there’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep with this hard-on if I don’t.

As I stroke myself to climax, I’m weirdly twisted up inside.

Part of me still can’t believe I proposed to Cole’s sister behind his back.

Another part is pretty sure I’ve got a crush on Megan Hudson that doesn’t really fit anywhere in my life.

And there’s a tiny, possibly insane part that wonders, in the heart-pounding silence just after I ejaculate, if fucking her would be worth losing everything anyway.

If it would be worth trading every dollar I have just to touch her.

Chapter 17

Megan

“I’m unhirable,” I moan.

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