Page 34 of Her Filthy Mistake

She limps slightly across the wooden planks and grabs the antiseptic out of my hand. “Thanks for caring, but I can take care of myself.” She steps into my space and tips her chin up. “Despite what you think, I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”

I love her sass. Her strength. Shit. I’m not supposed to love anything about her.

She hobbles back to the sofa and doctor’s her own foot as the sun drips lower into the western sky.

“Here.” I sit on the coffee table and unwrap the bandage. “Let me cover it so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Whatever.” She slips her foot onto my lap. “It feels much better now.” The bravado drops from her features. “You know, I hate fighting with you.”

“Really?” I chuckle and glance up at her as I wrap the white bandage around her foot. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“I know,” she sighs and sags into the cushions. “All I do is fight with you when it’s the last thing I want.”

I inhale and curse my stupidity, but the words slip from my mouth anyway. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Her blunt answer and the complete lack of guile in her eyes are my undoing. “This is stupid.” I run my palm over her ankle and along her calf.

She tries to jerk her leg away, but I hold her in place. “It’s stupid that I’m fighting something we both want. I want you more than my next breath. More than any drink or drug I ever used.” Her eyes darken in response to my words as the air zips around us. “I’ve wanted you since the night we played board games until 2 o’clock in the morning. You were wearing that slinky red dress. That way too tight, slinky red dress. And that’s why we won the contest. I knew exactly what you had on the night I realized I’d do anything to keep you, but I can’t.”

She slides forward while shaking her head. “You’re wrong. You can have me any time you want me.”

“Darlin’….” I shake my head and cup her cheek. “No, I can’t. In the light of day, I can’t have you. My brother found your mom first, and that’s the way it is. No one would want us together. Especially your dad. And people destroy what they don’t understand. I’ve already faced that, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever.”

“I don’t care what people think.” She wraps her arms around my neck and straddles me. When her heat cradles my dick, I hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Yes, you do.” I smile and lower my lips to hers. Right before we touch, I say, “You’re a good girl. You care what everyone thinks. You’re even spending the week with me to make your mom happy. You work for your dad to make him–”

Her mouth slams over mine, and all thoughts fly out the window. She’s right. I should shut up because the boat will be back in less than an hour. As she rocks against me, my restraint collapses and every second of pent-up longing and frustration erupts into desperate need.

I unfasten the strings of her bikini top and suck her nipple into my mouth, tugging on her flesh and flicking my tongue over the tip. Jesus. It’s been so long since I touched a woman. And none of them made me feel this needy. She gasps and whimpers as she tugs on my hair. The tension on my scalp goes straight to my throbbing dick.

“Don’t stop. Please,” she whimpers and grinds her sex over my erection. Rotating her hips and rocking back and forth. Her damp heat surrounds me.

The fact I’m in paradise with Zoe in my arms isn’t lost on me. But if her father finds out, he’ll stop at nothing to ruin her. Just to watch it destroy me. The same way he ruined my career. I can’t prove he had anything to do with my failure to make it in the music industry, but he had a pivotal role in it. I know it. Deep down, I’ve always known it. I was good. Good enough to get a music deal and tour to smaller venues. But I couldn’t even get those gigs.

Fine. Maybe I was too high to get them. It’s time to quit blaming everyone else. That’s the easy way out. I was responsible for my own demise. Not Samantha. Or Jack. Or Zoe’s father. Her nails dig into my skull as I trail my tongue and lips along her neck and rain kisses along her jaw.

But damn it, I want to be good enough for her. What will it take to convince Fletcher I’m a different man now? That I’m good enough for his daughter? My hands caress and rake over her back. When I grasp a handful of hair, I yank her head back and stare into her eyes. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Enormous green eyes. Swollen lips. In her face, I see the future I crave. But can I claim it?

She grasps the strings of her bottoms and unthreads them, removing the last barrier to heaven. “I need you inside of me. Now.” Her eyes are as desperate as I feel. “Now.” When I don’t move, she rises up on her knees and waits. “I’m serious.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I laugh despite the intensity of the moment and yank my shorts off, kicking them to the floor.

When she drops back down onto my lap, she grasps my dick and sinks over me. Jesus. Every inch of me is covered in her slick desire. Her hips rock forward, and she grabs my face. “You’re a great man, and I’m tired of hearing you say that you aren’t.” Her body never stops moving as she speaks to me, and it takes every ounce of control I possess to listen and not fuck. “Now, I want you to destroy me until I forget every second that you’ve ignored me.”

“Baby, I had to. If I don’t, I’ll destroy you.”

Her mouth covers mine, and I ignore the little voice in my head that tells me this is a mistake, and I fall headfirst into bliss. Her tongue dances with mine as I suck down her gasps of pleasure. I cherish every quake of her sex as she clamps down on my throbbing dick. I crave every slap of our skin together as the waves crash behind us. I don’t give a fuck that the boat horn blasts in the distance, alerting us to their approach. It all disappears as I take what I’ve begged for in my dreams.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Never.” I grip her ass and fuck into her like a machine. And I’ve never wanted that word to be truer in my life.

She tosses her head back, and I stare in adoration as she gyrates over me. Her glorious tits bounce with every upward thrust of my cock. As I work in and out of her, my balls tighten, and sweat trickles down my back. I swallow hard to keep from coming as desperation claws at me.

“Right. There. Fuck. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

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