Page 25 of Arrogant Playboy

“No.” The word is out of my mouth before my brain can catch up.

“You were okay with your friend’s hands on me or the dirty things she whispered into my ear.” I swallow hard, I didn’trealize Ava went that far. “Don’t lie to me, Rosie. I wouldn’t like it if the roles were reversed,” Daniel confesses to me.

“You’re single, I wouldn’t step in the way if that is what you both want.”

Daniel sneers at me. “You would be okay if I walked right into your friend’s room and woke her up then fucked her.” No. No. No. I want to scream but he isn’t mine. “You’d be fine with hearing her screaming my name?” My body starts to break out in a sweat as the thoughts of her enjoying him like I did fills me with anger. Then his hands slide up my thighs, pushing the hem of my slip up to almost my hips. “You’d be fine if my fingers dipped inside her cunt and curled just at that right spot that I know makes you hum.” His voice drops as his fingers slide over my underwear, and white-hot heat sears through my veins. “I remember the way you fucked my fingers, your small hand holding mine as I brought you over the edge in the darkness.” I let out a shaky breath. “Do you remember, Rosie?” he commands as his fingers continue to tease me through my underwear. I’m unable to speak, it’s a fine line between letting my legs open for him and letting him do the things his lips are telling me he wants to do, and trying to stay strong. “Do you remember what it feels like to have my lips on your body?” Daniel leans forward, those soft lips barely touching my skin and it lights up underneath him. The barest of touches as he kisses along my neck, I’m unable to control the moan that falls from my lips as he continues to lightly mark me all down the side of my neck. The strap of my slip falls down my shoulder, but I’m so lost in the sensations he is giving my body that I don’t notice that my right breast is exposed until his tongue finds my peaked nipple and runs around the edge of it. A moan bubbles up my throat and falls from my lips as he applies some suction, pulling it into his mouth. My hands shoot out and land on his shoulders to steady myself, my legs open on their own, giving him exactlywhat he wanted as his knuckle slides against my underwear, pushes it to the side, and I feel the moment his finger enters me, my body sighs. It’s like we are in our own little world, nothing outside of us in this moment matters. All my body cares about is letting Daniel make it feel good, oh so fricken good. I throw my head back as he slides a second finger inside me, stretching me, filling me. Those magic fingers sliding over my slicken skin, teasing me, making my body drive them, almost making my body beg for release. “I’ve been dreaming about this since that night,” his whispered words swirl around me. “Every fucking night, this hand that’s inside you right now is wrapped around my cock wishing it was your cunt instead.” His filthy words make me moan. He’s pushing me too far that I’m delirious, I don’t know where or who I am right now, all I know is I need him to push me over the edge. “I can’t get you out of my mind, Rosie,” he declares. Our eyes meet as his hand continues to pump inside me, I can see his hunger for me staring back at me through those turquoise eyes. I want this man, but I know I can’t have him.But maybe for this moment, I’ll let myself dream of what it might be like to be his.I lean forward and press my lips against his and it’s as if a switch flips in him. He reaches out with his other hand and grabs my neck, anchoring me to him as he hungrily kisses me, and his fingers furiously pump inside me, pushing me higher and higher toward the edge, that thumb teasing my clit with every swipe.

“Please come on my fingers, Rosie. I need you to let go,” he whispers against my lips, and like a light to a tinderbox, I explode against his fingers. His lips capture the moans coming from my mouth as he continues to push me further and further over the edge until my body becomes limp and the only way I’m still sitting is because his fingers are still inside of me. My chest heaves as I feel him slowly remove his fingers and his eyes stay locked onto me. Then I watch as he slides those very samefingers into his mouth and savors them like they are a bottle of his fancy wine.

“Hope you can sleep easily, now,” he says, stepping away from me. The evidence of how turned on he is, standing proudly against his thin pajama pants as he turns back to the stove and starts pouring us each a glass of hot chocolate. Wait, what? I’m confused. Daniel turns back around and hands me the mug of chocolate, I take it. “Night, Rosie,” he says as he walks away from me. I’m so stunned that I let him, and it takes me at least five minutes to realize I’m still sitting there and what just happened did truly happen, and I’m not dreaming. I sip the hot chocolate just to steady myself and it’s delicious.

What just happened?

Finishing the hot chocolate, I put the cup back into the sink and tiptoe back down the hallway toward my room. I stop when I get to my door. Daniel’s room is across from mine and I hesitate on my door handle. Should I help him with his problem? Doesn’t seem fair that I got off and he didn’t.Screw it.I turn around and turn the handle to his door, checking if it’s unlocked. It opens, and I scoot in and shut it behind me as my heart accelerates in my chest. It takes me a couple of moments to realize what I have walked in to, Daniel’s fingers are wrapped around his cock, the ones that were just inside me as he pumps his fist.

“Rosie?” Daniel says my name on a groan as he sits up in his bed and stares at me standing there in the darkness. Need has me running across the room and jumping onto his bed where I straddle him then I place my hand over his mouth,

“This doesn’t mean anything. This is me repaying you for earlier.” Those turquoise eyes blink a couple of times and then he nods. “Move my underwear to the side,” I tell him as I keep my hand over his mouth. He does as I ask, and his fingers slide the scrap of fabric down to the side. I settle myself over his hardened dick and rub myself over the tip. Daniel’s groanvibrates through my hand and down my body. “Take me,” is all I say as I stare down into those hungry eyes, and seconds later, he is impaling me onto his cock. My teeth sink into my lower lip as I try to stifle the scream that wants to erupt from them. His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts into me, frantically, as if I’m a figment of his imagination, and if he blinks it will all be over. My tits bounce with each thrust, my hips meet him as I sink down and take him. I close my eyes letting the sensations take over as my hand slips from his mouth and lands beside his head.

“Fuck, Rosie,” he curses, then a slew of French words is whispered against my neck as he continues to fuck me within an inch of my life. We both lose ourselves, no words are needed, just the sounds of our coupling echoing all around the room. I should be embarrassed at how wet he has made me, but I’m not because he feels so fucking good. “I’m going to come, Rosie,” he groans, tapping my arm, which means it’s time for me to slide off, and seconds later, he is moaning as I watch his release hit his stomach and chest. It’s kind of hot. I climb off the bed. His chest is moving rapidly as he stares at me, those turquoise eyes widen with shock. I reach down and throw a T-shirt at him so he can clean up.

“This never happened,” I tell him, and before he has a chance to say anything, I hightail it out of there.

11

DANIEL

Did last night happen? Because this morning when we woke up and had breakfast together, Rosie acted like she had yesterday and ignored me the entire time while letting her friend continue to flirt as if she hadn’t rocked me last night in bed. Her walking in, covering my mouth, and telling me to be quiet while she took what she wanted was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Then when we dropped the girls at Louis’ apartment, she didn’t even acknowledge me as we said goodbye. I’m not used to being ignored. I don’t like it. Then the thoughts of what she might be doing tonight at the club while I’m stuck here with my brother and cousin is slowly driving me mad. Yes, she is free and single and can do what she wants, but the thought that someone else might be touching her, tasting her when I’m here, ready and willing.

“You seem quiet tonight?” Matthieu states as we sit on his sofa watching football.

“Am I?”

Louis walks back in with fresh beers and takes a seat. “Wonder how Emily is going? You don’t think she would do anything with someone else, do you?”

Matthieu and I turn and look at each other and burst out laughing which makes my brother flip us off.

“She has you well and truly pussy whipped.” My cousin laughs.

“So? I’m fucking happy, unlike you two.”

“Hey, I’m happy,” I argue, which is bullshit because a certain English Rose has me all kinds of messed up.

“And I’m happily single,” my cousin adds.

“Just you wait. A woman is going to come into your lives and knock you off your feet like Emily has done to me,” my brother warns my cousin and me.

“Doubt it,” I grumble, sipping on my beer.

“Ava couldn’t keep her eyes off you,” Louis teases. I ignore him and continue to watch the football. “You didn’t?” he asks, jumping to all sorts of conclusions thanks to my silence.

“When do you think I would have had a chance to do something? That’s Emily’s friend,” I ask him, annoyed by his accusation.

“The other night when we all got a little drunk,” Louis states.

“She’s beautiful, but no,” I tell him, taking a sip of my beer.

“I think Daniel was more interested in Rosie,” Matthieu adds with a chuckle. I almost choke on my beer as I glare at my cousin.

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