Page 101 of Beautifully Reckless

He nods. There’s no disappointment. Just understanding and respect, and I know there’s no other man on this Earth that I trust more than the one before me.

“Widen your stance, Angel,” he demands, and like his willing puppet, I obey. “Any moment you don’t like what’s happening, you say stop. Or red. Okay?”

I nod, shifting my legs further apart as he slides his chair closer.

“Let’s fix that ache for you, beautiful.”

I nod a little too eagerly, desperate for his touch, yet I still flinch the second his hand starts gliding up my inner thigh.

“This okay?” he asks, and I nod, heat rushing up my neck, embarrassed that I flinched. “Are you sure? You’re trembling, Angel.”

“Ignore that,” I rush out. “I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”

“Alright,” he rasps right before his fingers brush over my folds.

I jolt again, my hands flying to grip his shoulders for balance, as his fingers begin to explore me.

“You’re soaked, Abs. You should’ve come to me sooner.”

“Sorry, I…” My voice trails off as he finds my clit, and a moan bubbles up my throat.

“Youwhat?” he growls, circling me, spreading my slickness over my nub.

“I was nervous,” I admit in a whisper, my trembling legs starting to relax as heat licks over my skin.

“You never have to be nervous coming to me for anything, Angel.” His gaze is piercing as we lock eyes. “Now, I want to kiss you. Maybe touch those fuckingperfect titsover the top of the shirt. Is that alright with you?”

I whimper, leaning my pelvis into his touch as I nod desperately.

“Yes. Please.”

Cupping the back of my head, his touch gentle, he presses his lips to mine, and the moment we connect, I relax even more.

At first his lips nibble mine, the tickle of his facial hair adding to the heightened sensation. Then, he deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding into my mouth, making me picture it between my legs, and I swear I stop thinking. The only thing that matters is where his lips, hands and fingers are.

I buck against him as he works over my clit, little whimpers flowing from my mouth and into his before his digits slip between my folds, and I hold my breath.

“Relax, Angel,” he groans into my mouth as I tense, but I don’t pull away.

Instead, I widen my stance. I want to feel him. His fingers inside me. Desperate to rewrite the memory of what the pain felt like when…

No. Don’t go there.

Those thoughts don’t belong here.

His finger teases my entrance, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, fueling the fire in my veins as he starts to ease his digit in.

It’s thick. Thicker than…

No.

It doesn’t matter, it’s just thick and it’s his, gentle and skilled and… I cry out as he hooks his finger inside me, pressing against my inner wall.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m sorry,” I pant, and he chuckles against my lips.

“Don’t ever apologise for that. That’s my reward. It means I’m doing everything right.”

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