Page 14 of Something Borrowed

She stands with her hands on my chest, tracing her fingers over my pecs.

The top of her head almost reaches my shoulders.

I could break her like a twig, but something suggests she is covered in thorns.

Verity bites her lip and throws me a look that sends hot shivers down my spine.

“I was hoping you were more inclined towards making bad choices.” Her eyes narrow with a silent challenge.

On her tip toes she wraps her fingers around the back of my neck and pulls me towards her for another kiss. Our lips touch and nothing else matters. The world around me disappears and all I feel or see is her.

She blocks off the chaos of my thoughts and silences my mind.

This girl might just be the death of me, and I’m not even bothered if that turns out to be the case.

She joins me on the sofa, while I pour us each a glass of champagne.

The thing that takes me more by surprise than anything else is how well we get on when we are just talking. Yes, the sharp electric current between us is a constant. Rich sensual tension that sparks beneath my fingertips when I brush them over her. But apart from that - we share the same dark sense of humor, that same streak of cheeky arrogance and a talent for the game of teasing.

She doesn’t want to be tamed - neither do I. But the thought of making her submissive tomeis driving me wild.

After a bottle of champagne the risks we take are escalating.

“Where is your security guard?” I ask as she climbs onto my lap, straddling her legs over my thighs and grabbing my face in her hands.

“Don’t worry about them. They made the mistake of tracking my phone.” She grins.

“And where is your phone, Verity?”

“It’s gone for a little drive with a friend of mine.”

She brushes her thumb across my lips, pulling my mouth open and then wrapping her own lips over mine.

I can’t help the growl that rumbles through my chest when she rocks her hips over me. My cock growing harder by the second.

I grab her waist and push her harder against me.

The little gasp that falls from her lips is my undoing.

I reach behind her, my hands wrapping around her ass, letting my fingers trace between her ass cheeks. She isn’t wearing underwear. She is asking for this. I dip my finger inside her pussy and her breath catches.

She locks her eyes into mine.

Pulling my zip open I free my cock and she doesn’t break eye contact when I push myself inside her.

This is way too risky.

This is beyond stupid.

But I can’t fucking stop.

Her nails dig through my shirt into my shoulder and I push her back and forth on my cock.

I can see the dance floor over the edge of our balcony, moving and flowing and flooded with people.

But none of them can see us.

And if they could, all they would see are two people making out on a sofa.

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