Page 21 of Dating Her Brother's Best Friend

He smiles over at me, shaking his head. "Baby, I know you. Your brother could give you this every day, but you throw a goddamn fit anytime he tries to do anything for you."

"That's because he never asks." I roll my eyes. Aidan is bossy and set in his ways. "He likes to demand and expects everyone to obey. I am not the obeying type."

"No?" Jeremy smirks as he uses the keycard to unlock the door. As soon as it's open, he tugs me into the room, kicking it closed behind us. Not even two seconds later, I'm in his arms, the city lights glittering around us. "You obey just fine with proper incentive, sweets." His lips brush mine as he squeezes my ass, his cock nestling against my belly.

My nose wrinkles. "Aidan doesn't possess the ability to give me proper incentive, Jeremy."

"You're right. Forget I said that."

"No." I slip my hand under his shirt, placing my palm flat against his abs. I love the way they immediately contract against my fingertips, responding to my touch. "I want to hear more about this proper incentive."

"Or you could just take my cock out, and I'll show you," he growls, already kissing a trail down the side of my neck. "I'll give you all the incentive you need to be a real good girl, baby."

"Mm," I moan. "More kissing. Less talking."

He chuckles, walking me backward toward the bed. I squeak when I topple over, landing flat on my back on the fluffy, plush surface. He stands over me, grinning as he yanks his shirt off over his head, revealing his ridiculous body to my greedy eyes.

"I like the talking, Caroline. Telling you all the filthy things I want to do to you is part of the fun."

He has a point there.

"Fine. Tell me between kisses."

He pops the button on his pants, yanking them down as a chuckle rolls from his lips. I'm too busy staring at his dick to laugh. Good Lord, he's so damn big. And that piercing? I never imagined a tiny piece of steel could feel so good, but every time I feel it dragging along my inner walls, I lose my mind.

"I fucking love you, do you know that?" he asks, crawling over me.

"I love you, too," I whisper, choking on emotion. "So damn much."

He curves a hand around my jaw, tipping my head back to kiss me breathless… just the way I like. By the time he lets me up for air, I'm half naked, writhing in anticipation, and his hands are all over me.

"Please," I plead, arching beneath him as he sucks one nipple into his mouth before biting down. "Stop teasing me already!"

"You're supposed to be behaving."

"And you're supposed to be fucking me."

He lifts his head, his cobalt eyes glittering with intention. "Plan on it. But not before I get a taste, sweets. You know how much I like having you all over my face before you're coming on my cock."

"Jeremy," I whimper. But he's too busy dragging my pants and panties down my legs to hear me. Within seconds, he's spreading me wide, giving himself room to work.

"I don't know, Caroline," he rumbles, flicking his gaze up to me. "Pretty goddamn sure this sight right here beats your view from the suite today. Pretty sure it beats any sight I've ever seen."

"Jeremy! Less tal… Oh God!" My back arches off the bed at the first decadent swipe of his tongue through my folds. He eats me like I'm something he wants to savor, something divine. Every lick, every kiss, every flick of his tongue has me whimpering and moaning, begging for more.

“Love the way this pussy tastes,” he snarls against me, thrusting his tongue inside me to fuck me with it. He holds my legs apart, his grip tight as he ruthlessly sends me careening toward an orgasm. “Love every goddamn thing about it, baby.”

“It loves you, too,” I sob, rocking my hips against his face, shameless and greedy for the orgasm already bearing down on me.

“Then why aren’t you coming all over my face yet?” He nips my inner thigh before burying his face in my pussy again. “Right now, Caroline. Give it to me.”

I wail his name, shattering apart at the seams. Waves crash down on me, stealing my breath as they batter me against the shores of heaven.

Before I can even come down, he’s on top of me, growling my name as he slams inside me in one deep thrust. I shout his name, clawing down his back as his piercing drags against my inner walls, setting off detonations in my bloodstream.

He growls a curse, pounding into me so hard the headboard taps against the wall with every thrust.

“Kiss me, fiancée,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “I want you to taste yourself on my lips while you’re coming on my cock.”

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