Page 26 of The Cousins and the Brunette

My heart softened when Braxton’s lips moved down my neck, making my skin heat all over. My resolve was crumbling under his skilled ministrations. His strong hands drifted up my sides, gently cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt. The softness of his touch belied the passion simmering between us.

A tiny voice in the back of my head tried to remind me of all the reasons this was a bad idea. But that voice was getting drowned out by the thundering of my pulse and the electric feeling of Braxton’s hands on my body. I’d spent my whole life being careful, calculating every move. For once, I just wanted to let go and feel.

I reached for the buckle of Braxton’s belt, her fingers trembling with anticipation and trepidation. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t stop me. The leather slid to the floor at our feet. He stepped out of his pants, and my breath caught in my throat. His boxers hung low on his slender hips, emphasizing his arousal.

“Elizabeth, are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more certain,” I whispered.

The ruse was starting to blur with reality. I felt myself being swept away by our escalating passion. Braxton tugged off my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing the black lace bra I wore underneath. A low groan rumbled in his chest and he traced the delicate lace with his fingertips.

Braxton’s lips found mine again, stealing all thought from my head save for the sensations coursing through my body.

The heat of Braxton’s touch seared through me as his fingers traced a path down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My bra fell away, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. He moaned, his heated stare raking over me.

Holy hell, the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. It was intoxicating, dangerous even. But I’d never been one to play it safe.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

I felt a flush creep into my cheeks, but I didn’t care—not anymore. I was done with hiding.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased. My fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers.

Braxton’s breathing sped up. I guided those thin boxers down his hips, revealing him in all his naked glory. He was already hard, and I felt a thrill of desire course through me. I felt hot with desire coiling tight in my core at the sight of him.

Christ, he was perfect. Like a Greek god come to life. And here I was, about to defile him. The thought sent a wicked thrill through me.

Braxton’s hand slid up my thigh, making my body tremble with want and need and unbridled lust. He cupped my ass, pulling me flush against him. The hard length of him pressed against me. I couldn’t remember why this had seemed like a bad idea. The only thing that mattered was the raw, aching need pulsating between my legs.

My brain short-circuited, every logical thought flying out the window. Who needed reason when you had this?

“God, Elizabeth, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He groaned, his voice thick with desire.

We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin. I guided his cock inside me, inch by excruciating inch, until our bodies became one. We moved together slowly, our moans intermingling in the air. We moved together, finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.

It was like we’d done this a thousand times before. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, making me forget everything but this moment.

Braxton’s thrusts were deep, possessive, and I couldn’t get enough. Braxton’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me to meet each thrust. My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected, pleasure building with each movement. I was lost in the sensations, my thoughts consumed by the pleasure building inside me.

I’d never felt so alive, so present. Every nerve ending was on fire, singing with pleasure. This was what I’d been missing, what I’d been searching for without even knowing it. Sex with Sebastian had been amazing, but with Braxton it was different, hotter.

Braxton’s grunts grew louder, more desperate. “I’m close, Elizabeth—I’m so close.” He panted.

“Yes, yes.” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

His hips slammed into mine, driving us both over the edge. I cried out, my back arching, as I climaxed around him. Braxton groaned, his body tense as he shuddered within me. His hot breath fanned my neck as he collapsed next to me, both of us panting and spent.

As the reverberations rippled through me, I started to wonder…was this a stupid mistake, or the best decision I’d ever made?

I’d had sex with Braxton and Sebastian…oh, god. What was I doing? And why did it feel so damn good?

We lay there, our hearts pounding in unison, our naked bodies still entangled. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt truly alive. In Braxton’s arms, I wasn’t just a pawn in some twisted game. I was me—flawed, complicated, but undeniably human.

Yet as the afterglow faded, reality crept back in. I wasn’t Elizabeth. I was Brynn, a girl from the streets playing a dangerous game. And I’d just complicated everything.

Chapter Eight

JOEL AND THE EMAIL

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