Page 88 of Born to Make You Smile

He skimmed his hands down the length of my dress, caressing my hips. He ran his hands up through the slit of my dress, tracing his fingers on my bare thighs, then higher over my lace panties.

“Good,” he whispered, his voice smooth. “No gun.”

I smirked. “Maybe it’s hidden somewhere else.”

“Then rest assured, I’ll find it.”

He yanked my panties down, and they trickled to my ankles, leaving a wet trail on my inner thigh.

He pushed his thumb against my swollen clit, stroking my sensitive pad with persistent oscillations. I writhed, becoming weak with desire.

He teased and circled the tip of his middle finger over my dripping wet opening, slightly entering, thrusting into me, in and out, over and over until finally he drove it all the way in. He pushed his palm against my clit, moving his whole hand in relentlessly focused circles.

A flood of pleasure came over me. His movements felt so good I knew it wouldn't take much longer for me to explode. However, I became worried that I wouldn't be able to keep quiet.

I was lost in passion as I began to grind onto him, clenching my walls down hard on the length of his finger.

I began to pant heavily. I couldn't control my voice; each breath came out as a whimper.

“Hush now, Miss Peach,” he whispered, looking at me. “Do I need to gag you?”

Oh my God.

“Maybe,” I murmured, continuing to whimper.

He shoved the edge of his other hand into my mouth to stop the sounds coming out of me. The climb of immense pressureslowly built in my core. He pounded his palm forcefully against my sex, moving his finger as deep as it would go.

I gently bit down on his warm, salty skin as my climax reached its peak, waves upon waves of euphoria flowing through my entire body. My limbs quivered in the afterglow, and he pulled his finger out and removed his other hand away from my mouth. There was just enough light that I could see his face clearly. His fierce gaze burned into mine as he put his coated middle finger in his mouth and sucked it clean, releasing a quiet moan.

My head spun, and I blinked at him, catching my breath. I couldn’t believe all that just happened—the sneaking away, the role-playing, the domination. Not to mention the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me.

He leaned close to me and whispered, “Let's go back in there, my delicious Peach, and act like this never happened.”

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“Something isn’t agreeing with me,” I said with a wince.

Gavin frowned. “What do you mean? Are you all right?”

I clutched my belly. “Yeah. My stomach feels...not good. I ate way too much. That baklava did me in. Way too rich. You know what? I think I might have to head home.”

“Let me come with you.”

“No,” I said quickly. Shit. How was I going to get out of this? He was so protective; there was no way he’d let me take a taxi on my own. I let out a groan again, actually starting to feel sick as my stomach tumbled with nerves. “You have to stay. For Kira. Your employee. It’s important to her that you’re here. Plus, people will talk and maybe get the wrong idea if we go home together.”

He nodded, comprehending my words. “Hmm. Yes, I don’t want them to figure us out quite yet. But I don’t like the idea of you going on your own. Especially in your condition.”

“I’m not a child, Gavin. I’ll be fine.” I pat his hand, assuring. “I just need to take an antacid and lie down.”

“You sure you’ll be okay? I can’t believe you’ll miss the countdown. I was looking forward to spending New Year’s together. The girls are at my sister’s, so I figured we could spend the night together at my place.”

Guilt stabbed me like a sword, slicing right between my ribs.

I grimaced. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He smiled. “Text me as soon as you get home. Have some ginger ale. And get plenty of rest. I wish I could help you.”

“Thanks, Gavin.”

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