Page 24 of Naughty & Nice

I know the kinds of books she loves, and I also know that dark, heated look in her eye. I may have only seen it once before, but I know.

“Okay,” I muse, scanning the page. The moment I get the gist of what’s happening, my eyes widen and my smile grows. “Well, this is an interesting subject matter.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

She tries to get up again, but I quickly slide my palm down her thigh and pin her in place as I begin reading.

“He crawls on the bed, forcing you to fall back. Your chest heaves and your skin burns knowing that he’s not the only one watching you.”

“Wilder,” she complains.

The book is written in first person, but switching it up is an opportunity I just can’t miss.

“On the other side of the bed, still fully dressed, he watches with his hands in his pants pocket. The fabric pulls tight across his crotch, letting you know how much he’s enjoying this moment.

“Your eyes meet as your back finally hits the mattress.

“Your mouth waters, desperate for a taste of him.

“Reaching out one arm, you gesture for him. But he holds firm, waiting, watching.

“Frustrated, you look back down, watching as another set of hands slide up your thighs.”

I do the same, easing my palm down the soft skin of her inner thigh. I figure that she’s still wearing her pajamas under this blanket. Those tiny shorts are perfect for what I have in mind.

“Oh my god,” she gasps as my little finger hits the juncture between her leg and her pussy.

The heat from her burns, and it only makes me more desperate to continue.

“Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, he begins dragging them down your legs, exposing you to both of them.

“The second the fabric is free of your feet, he grabs your ankles and spreads your legs wide, letting both of us see what we really want.”

Moving, I ghost my fingers over her wet panties, gently grazing her clit.

“Your pussy is wet, swollen and desperate.”

I might read the words from the book, but they couldn’t be any truer as her juices coat my fingers through the fabric and her breathing becomes even more erratic.

She shifts in the chair, spreading her legs wider for me and making the entire thing rock.

“‘Undo your bra,’ the man between your legs demands, and you waste no time in following orders, letting your heavy breasts fall free.

“‘Now tell us what you want,’ the man watching asks.

“‘I… I…’ you stutter, unable to voice your needs. ‘I want your mouths on me,’ you finally gasp.

“The man between your thighs drops to his stomach as the other finally crawls on the bed.

“‘Yes,’ you cry as he blows a stream of air across your sensitive pussy. ‘Yes.’”

“Touch me,” Noelle suddenly begs.

I still for a moment, shocked by her brazen demand. But if I learned anything that night, it was that once she’s in the zone, she’s anything but the shy and innocent girl I know her to be.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I muse, lowering the book and looking at her instead. I need to see the moment we connect. I need to see her reaction.

Tucking my fingers under the sodden fabric, I brush my fingertips over her clit.

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