Page 45 of Forbidden Harmony

“Good,” he said, “just like that. Fuck, baby,do you have any idea how goddamn hot you look right now? Keep touching thatsweet little clit.”

His hoarse voice and the look of lust inhis eyes emboldened her and she rubbed her clit more firmly. It sent sparks ofpleasure darting up her spine and he groaned again when she thrust her hips athim. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Keep going.” He was starting to lose hiscontrol. She could see it in the way his eyes were glazing over and feel it inthe harder thrusts of his dick. She closed her eyes and concentrated ontouching herself the way she liked best, gentle caresses followed by firmerones with a slight tug every few seconds. Preacher had pushed her legs upagain, resting her feet on the bed as he held her thighs open wide. She couldfeel his big hard hands kneading and pressing against her inner thighs.

She opened her eyes and made a soft cry ofpleasure at the look on Preacher’s face. He was staring at her pussy,alternating between watching her fingers rub her clit and his cock slide in andout of her narrow opening. She was close to coming, her fingers rubbingsteadily against that little pink nub and she studied Preacher intently. Hismouth dropped open and he sucked in breath in harsh gasps as he almostabsentmindedly cupped her left breast and pulled on her nipple.

She cried out, her body arching as that onelittle tug pushed her over the edge. Her second orgasm rolled through her,making her body shake and her brain short-circuit. Vaguely, she was aware of Preacher’sharsh shout, of his fingers digging into her hips and his cock slamming intoher so deeply that there was a brief flash of pain before more pleasure shudderedits way through her.

She quivered and moaned beneath him as hethrust back and forth a few more times, his body shaking from the pleasure ofhis release, before leaning over her and resting his head just below herbreasts. She stroked his thick hair tentatively as his breath blew across herribs, lighting up goose bumps across her flesh.

“You okay?” he rasped.

She nodded. “Yes. I – I’ve never had twoorgasms in a row before.”

Addie, shut up! You sound like anidiot!

Preacher raised his head and stared ather. “Maybe we should try for three.”

Her mouth dropped open as she tried todecide if he was serious. He looked serious and she licked her lips. “Um, Idon’t think – I mean, I’m pretty sure I can’t do that.”

“You thought you couldn’t do two,” he saidwith a wicked grin.

“I know but I’m quite positive that threeis -”

“Preacher! Yo, you still here?”

Addison’s eyes widened at the sound ofNolan’s voice. She stared blankly at Preacher as he muttered a curse. Hestraightened and pulled out of her, yanking off the condom before tossing it inthe garbage and throwing paper towels over top of it. He hauled his jeans upand buttoned them as he muttered, “Get dressed.”

She nearly fell off the table as she triedto get down. The protective paper was stuck to her ass and she yanked at itfutilely as Preacher uttered another curse. He pulled the paper away from herbare butt and off the table, wadding it up and throwing it on the floor as sheshoved her skirt down and he yanked his shirt over his head. She grabbed hershirt and stuffed her arms into the sleeves.

“Preacher? You back here, man? I forgotmy fucking phone. Jesus, I’d forget my goddamn head if it wasn’t attached.”

“My panties.” Addison pulled her shirt overher head. They were still sitting on the cart in plain view. Preachersnatched them up and stuffed them into his pocket just as the door opened and Nolanwalked in.

“Hey, didn’t you hear me calling or…”

He trailed off as he stared at Addison andthen at Preacher. “What’s going on?”

“What do you think is going on?” Preacher snarledat him. “I’m finishing up the piercing.”

Nolan blinked at him. “Finishing up the piercing.”

“Are you a fucking parrot now? Yes. Nexttime fucking knock before you come in when I’m with a client.”

“Sorry.” Nolan stared at Addison. “Sorry,Miss Moore.”

She smiled weakly at him and tucked her brainto her purse as Preacher handed her a plastic bag with some paper and a smallbottle inside. “Cleaning instructions,” he said. “Follow the instructions exactly.If your nipple starts to look infected, come see me immediately.”

“Right, okay,” she said.

Nolan was eyeing her hair and, oh shit, didshe have theI just had sexhair happening? Forcing herself not to patit down, she made herself smile at Preacher.

“Thank you, Preacher.”

“You’re welcome.”

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