Page 76 of Butterfly Effect

“Only you,” I promise.

Face brimming with victory and mischief, she scans left and right. “If you turn the lights all the way up, can people see in?”

“Yes.”

For fuck’s sake, say another word.

“Do it.”

I don’t question the command and simply pull my phone from my pocket to bring the space to its full brightness.

“Kneel.”

Fuck, yes.

My fingertips reach upward, preparing to wrench the slit of her dress apart and gorge on her. “Fuck, Gabe. I’ve been dreaming about?—”

She leans over to push her first finger against my parted lips. “Shut up.”

Her clenched jaw relaxes while backing into the nearest sofa cushion, never breaking our eye contact. One slow tilt forward has her elbows resting on her spread knees, exposing her insanely long legs.

I’m a little surprised, a little scared, and really, really fucking turned on.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” I answer. The next moment goes on forever before she breaks the silence.

“Crawl to me.”

Crawl? I’m about to bark.

My fingers stick to the floor with remnants of her arousal every time my hands meet the hardwood, knees clopping with every tread.

She doesn’t stop me until I’m nose deep in her damp, lace-covered pussy, then fists my hair, yanking and tilting my head back and replacing my nose with my mouth.

I groan out of pain and need.

“Now eat.”

Chapter 14

I Still Hate You

Gabe

I’m drunk with power.

And about to make a mess on Wade Boehner’s couch from the way he stalks toward me. On all fours. Like an animal. Sinewy muscles flex and strain through his clothes with every stride. My confidence surges, soaring at the renewed sense of control. He’s gonna pay.

How dare he put together a thoughtful party and make me feel like a fool?

I straighten when he nears, letting his nose brush against my soaked panties, then grab a handful of the messy waves atop his head to force him to look up.

“Now eat.”

His eyes, those annoyingly pretty browns, gleam as he groans. He’s enjoying this. I know I am.

I shove his face harder, grinding against his mouth. The combination of his moans and the friction of lace on my clit sparks jolts of pleasure.

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