Page 43 of Full Mountie

I’m still not sure how I feel about being bossed around, but he gives me this look, and all I can think is, how high? That was the plan, after all. Show him how good I can be at following orders. When I want to, of course.

I inch my skirt upwards, stopping halfway up my thighs.

“Higher, I want to see what you have on under there.”

My belly flutters. He’s about to discover my secret—a lot sooner than I intended.

I slide my skirt up until it’s bunched at the top of my thighs, framing the trim curls covering my mound.

He strokes his other hand up my bare leg. “Mmmm, tell me…is this how you dressed for work this morning, or did you change when you got home?”

Confession time.

“I didn’t change a thing when I got home.”

It had been a delicious and dangerous secret I held close to my chest all day. I have no idea why I did it.

“Your skirt’s much shorter today than yesterday.”

I suck in a ragged breath. “Yes.”

“Very brave of you. Spread your legs.”

Holy shit. The timbre of his voice coupled with that look makes me forget any reservations I had.

I slide my legs apart and he slips to the floor and kneels between my knees.

His hands slide up the inside of my thighs, making me quiver.

I feel so exposed and vulnerable, but when he licks his lips, I also feel desirable…and that totally wins.

He leans in and takes a long, slow swipe at my pussy with his tongue.

Right. He can be bossy all he wants. I close my eyes and tip my head back, giving in to the delicious sensations. He takes his time with oral, just like he does with everything else. Hugh Evans gives spectacular head, and I don’t even need to tell him where I want him to linger.

He’s reading my body like a book. No, like a conductor, and I’m sheet music. Not only is he familiar with all the notes, but he’s bending them a little, making the music new and fabulous and something I want to experience again.

And again.

Oh, yes. Hugh can…conduct…my pussy any time he wants. My hands ball into fists against the couch as he licks around my clit, up and over, teasing on either side before the next swirl of his tongue. Left and right, rub rub rub. Then down and in, fucking into me a bit, but he’s not one of those guys who thinks his tongue replaces a dick.

No, he knows exactly what his tongue is good for. Being dexterous and nimble. Flicking and licking, sucking and pulling. Okay, that’s his whole mouth, those last two bits, andthat’sso good, too.

I’m rocking my hips now, can’t help it, and his name keeps spilling off my lips. “Hugh…”

He growls at that and nips at my inner thigh. “Fucking right. Gonna come for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He gets his fingers involved now, stroking my labia up and down as he licks me again, and as my slick arousal spreads, he moves in, sliding a finger into me, then two.

I ride his hand all the way to a tight, hot climax, and he holds me there, on that peak, pulling at my clit until I beg him to stop. And even then, he keeps kissing my thighs until I stop trembling.

He crawls back onto the couch and holds out his arm. I have other plans, though.

I nip and kiss my way down his body, but he stops me as I start unfastening the button of his jeans.

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