Page 17 of Tempting All The Way

Shardonnay shakes her head. “Rule number thirteen: Never dance. Never,” she says.

I smirk. So shehasmemorised the rules. “The rules don’t apply when we’re not in the office, babe,” I tell her as I slip my thigh between her legs.

Her chest rises and falls faster. I’m sure if it wasn’t so dark in here, I’d be greeted by the intoxicating image of the blush creeping up her chest. Fuck it, if the rules really don’t apply, then I can do exactly what I want with her right now. Spinningher body around so her back is to my chest, I allow my hands to splay across her stomach, holding her close to me. My lips find the crook of her neck as I press featherlight kisses up and down the soft skin.

“Fuck, you smell so damn edible,” I growl. She smells like fucking honey—like sweet, sugary syrup that I want to lick off my fingers. With that thought, I find my hand drifting up the inside of her thigh. When my fingers reach the hem of her dress, I pause. Her body stiffens in my hold, but she doesn’t stop me from moving higher. Finding the edge of her panties, I pull them aside, slipping two fingers through her wet folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” My cock grinds into her ass. “Feel what you do to me. You’ve had me hard all fucking week, Shardonnay.”

My teeth nibble on her earlobe as my fingers explore her wet pussy. Inserting two fingers inside her, I curl them upwards. Shardonnay stands straighter, higher on her tiptoes. The groan that escapes her mouth is barely audible over the noise of the music. My eyes watch her breasts heave. This is one of those moments where I wish I had more than two hands.

I want to feel all of her, every smooth inch. “I want you to make yourself come on my fingers,” I tell her. My fingers move in and out of her to the beat of the music. Her head lulls back against my chest. My teeth graze across her jaw. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“I… I can’t,” she says.

“You can and you fucking will,” I grunt, shoving two fingers into her soaking-wet cunt as hard as I can.

“Oh shit,” she moans, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes close as she finally lets go, and her pussy grinds against my hand.

“Fuck yes, you’re so fucking hot. This cunt of yours is fucking tight, wet, warm.” The more I talk, the harder and faster her hips move. “I can’t wait to feel this pussy gripping my cock likeits gripping my fingers right now. I bet you’ll choke it, drain me of everything I’ve got. Come on, baby, come for me. I want your juices all over my fucking hand. When I jerk off tonight, I want you’re scent on my palm as I wrap it around my cock.”

That does it. Her body stiffens, shakes slightly, before she slumps into my arms. If I wasn’t holding her up, I have no doubt she’d fall to the floor right now.

“Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I remove my hand and readjust her panties, covering her pussy. Shardonnay pulls out of my arms and spins around, her jaw dropped in shock as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck them inside. Cleaning them of her. “Fucking honey,” I moan around my knuckles.

“What? Oh my god, no… I don’t…”

I read her lips. I can’t hear her voice over the music. And before I can react, she runs.

“Shit!” I follow her, looking in every which direction. But she’s gone. Lost in the crowd. I pull my phone out and dial her number; it rings once before it goes to voicemail. Fuck! Shoving my way through the crowd, I go in search of her. Or my sister. I can’t find either of them. I end up calling Lucy instead.

“Xavier?” she answers.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“In the car. Shar wasn’t feeling well so we’re calling it a night,” Lucy says.

I sigh in relief. She’s okay, she’s with Lucy, and they’re on their way home. I need to fix this. I’m not sure how. I just know I need to fix this. “Okay, text me when you make it back.” Hanging up the phone, I send a text to both Nathan and Alistair.

Me:

I’m headed out. Enjoy your night.

I don’t get a response from either of them, but I don’t expect to. Not until tomorrow anyway.

Chapter Nine

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s bailing again. Asshole!” Lucy screams, throwing her phone onto her coffee table.

“Woah, what happened?” I ask. I’m used to Lucy’s dramatics. She’s always been one to overreact to situations.

“Xavier, I’m going to kill him. He’s bailing on dinner tonight.Again,” she groans.

At the mention of her brother’s name, my shoulders noticeably stiffen. Memories of his hands all over me, his mouth kissing up the side of my neck, his fingers…

Shit, no, I’m not thinking about that again. I ran out on him on Friday night for a good reason. What kind of girl lets their best friend’s brother finger-bang her in the middle of a dance floor?

Me, apparently.

“It’s dinner with your parents, Lucy. It’s hardly a disaster. I’m sure you’ll survive,” I tell her, plopping down beside her on the couch.

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