Page 127 of Lace 'em Up

“I want you,” she whispers. “I love you and I want you and—” Her eyes blaze with need. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

Heat scalds through me and my dick twitches.

I want her too.

So fucking much.

But it’s the middle of the morning and we’re on a public trail and any idiot could walk up and?—

She moves then, doing it faster than my desire addled brain can process, flicking open the button on my jeans, yanking down my zipper?—

“Princess—”

She wraps her hand around my dick and?—

Look.

Frankly, I don’t try very hard to stop her.

Because her fingers are wrapped around my cock and they’re stroking and then…

Her mouth joins the party.

And then I’m really not thinking about stopping her, about drawing that warm, slick mouth off my dick, peeling the fingers free.

No fucking way.

Teeth and tongue, lips and suction.

A hand dipping into my underwear to cup my balls, and?—

I stiffen.

Sweet baby Jesus, I’m going to come in her mouth.

On the side of a hill.

On a public trail.

In the middle of the day.

“Princess—”

She hums, her hand tightening, and?—

Shit.

I know I have one second—one fucking second—to gather the remnants of my control, to pull them into something tangible, to?—

“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her shoulders, pulling her off.

Pop!

“Dangerous,” I mutter, not missing the pride on her face, the mischief in her eyes. “And…convenient.”

Confusion sliding through her expression.

Until I reach for the hem of her dress, drag it up.

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