Page 53 of Provoke You

I liked him when he acted cute. Come to think of it, I liked him all the damn time. “Yeah, we better go to sleep if we want to be up at oh-nine-hundred. We don’t want Ben to think we’re not coming.”

“You’re right. We do need to rest.” His gaze dropped to my chest, and desire spread from my core down to my toes.

“Spend the night. Whatever’s left of it anyway.” My heart picked up the pace and filled me with a warm charge because I knew he had no intention of leaving me tonight. This feeling of utter content was so addicting. Matt was so addicting.

“Okay. But I’m not tired.” He kissed me.

Before I could protest, he had his hand under my shirt, and I had mine in his boxer briefs. I swung my leg over his torso. He held my hips and picked me up to plop me on his stomach. My butt cheeks rubbed over his steely abs. When I tilted forward and my clit swiped against him, I so regretted wearing pajamas to bed.

“You feel so good.” He gripped my ass with one hand while his other one roamed the rest of me with hard strokes. If he was afraid to touch me before, he’d gotten over it after our talk.

I stuffed my hands in my hair as he pushed my top up to suck on one nipple and then the other. If only we could stay here and forget about the world waiting for us outside: my family’s fortune and the clause Gran added to her will before she passed away. After everything that happened in New York, Ben had to be looking for me to make good on that.

I kissed his pecs, swiping my tongue on his smooth skin. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

He sat up, and in one swift move I landed on my back with Matt between my legs. “I’m all yours.”

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