Page 64 of Illicit Temptation

I put down the phone, activating the speaker. “Tell him, Shea-Lynne. Tell your ex who’s fucking you? Tell him who this greedy cunt is soaked for?”

“Shea?” Archer’s voice screeches from the phone.

“Tell him,”I roar.

“My bodyguard is fucking me, you prick,” she yells.

“Stay on the line if you want to hear how she comes for me.” I lick my finger and slip it into her tight, puckered hole. “For the fourth fucking time since I’ve had her pinned down on this bathroom counter.”

Her cunt tightens and squeezes around me again, juices dripping onto my legs.

“Trace,” she whimpers. “God. Don’t stop.”

I loosen my grip on her leg, my finger penetrating her hole. Fire raging in my veins, I use my free hand to pick up the phone again.

“Did you hear me, Archer? Go near her again, touch her again and you die. You’ll get to watch me fucking her ass as punishment from hell.”

I end the call and shove it off the vanity, ignoring the loud clanging on the floor. With two fingers in her ass, I drive my cock so deep into her, so fast, so hard, I come a in rush that makes me feel light-headed.

I pull out and spray my cum across her ass in thick ropes. Bending, I lick up my release and use my tongue to push it back in, saving a glob to tongue-fuck her hole with it.

She reaches back and pulls my hair. “God, yes.”

“Now get into that shower so I can clean you off.”

She spins around and devours me with her mouth. “You’re...”

I hold her face, tightly. “I’m yours, princess.”

“Good,” she swallows.

And just like that, Shea and I have entered our fucking in secret era...

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Trace

If you asked me in February what I thought of Shea’s family, her brothers, their wives, the kids, I’d have shrugged and said, I didn’t have an opinion of them.

A month later? With them all in Shea’s house for Jillian’s wedding shower, taking up the time I would have been fucking her on every inch of furniture someone else is sitting on... I hate them.

Between days at her storefront, client meetings, and endless trips to caterers, photographers, and fucking florists, I’m so hard by the time we get home each night, I worry I’m taking her a little too roughly.

But today is an example of what Shea does her for brothers.

“Please take the scowl off your face,” Shea whispers, breezing by me in the kitchen.

“I would if you were sitting on my face like you were this morning.”

She spins around, horror in her eyes. “Shhh. Are you insane?”

“You’re confusing me with Lachlan. He’s an inch taller.” I pin her to the counter. “And your servers got everything covered. Relax and enjoy the party or get your arse in that bathroom and blow me.”

Her eyes glaze over when I talk to her like that. “Are you that out of control that you can’t go a few hours without being inside me? How did you last three and a half years?”

“Those are two very different questions. I’ll take part two first. I thought about these lips that felt like velvet heaven around my cock every damn day.” I paw at her ass behind the counter so no one cansee. “Second, if this snug cunt didn’t fit me so perfectly, I would be able to think of something else.”

Her brows furrow, and she brushes past me with that exhausted look from my constant craving for her. Usually, I brat tame her by shoving her to the floor and choking her with my cock.

---