Page 55 of Faking It with the Firefighter

“Fine,” I said, inhaling the scent of her as I kissed the place where her shoulder met her neck.

“Good,” she replied, leaning her head back to give more access. “That’s good.”

“Mm,” I agreed, burying a hand into her hair. I tugged, enjoying the breathless gasp Abigail let slip, and then I had to taste her lips again.

Her hands slid from my shoulders over my chest, all the way down to my belt. She slid her palm against my cock, and I rocked my hips forward into her touch.

“Thought you couldn’t have sex with me here.”

“You’re hard,” she said, eyes dazed.

“That surprises you?”

She laughed. “Kind of, yeah.”

I clicked my tongue, then kicked her legs as wide as herpencil skirt would allow. Then I rucked it up so I could reach between her legs, where her panties were hot and wet.

“Since you apparently like following the rules so much, let’s make some new ones,” I said against the skin of her neck.

“Rex,” Abigail keened, her hips rocking against my touch.

“Rule number one. You spread your legs for me.”

Abigail’s hands dropped to the edge of the counter, and she gripped it hard as she widened her knees.

“Good girl,” I groaned, tugging the thin barrier of her panties aside.

She let out a shuddering breath as my fingers slid through her slickness, eyes half-lidded and dazed.

I felt drunk. Or high. Or whatever the hell people felt when they made decisions they knew would blow up in their faces later.

“Rule number two,” I heard myself say. “You come when I tell you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right, okay.”

I pulled back and smacked her clit with my hand. Abigail jerked, her breaths coming faster, then said, “Oh.Right.”

I huffed a laugh, fingers finding her core again, sliding down to the opening I couldn’t wait to fill. She was wet and hot and slick, and no one had ever felt this fucking good in my entire life.

Sliding a finger where I wanted to be, I watched Abigail’s head fall back. Her knees crept inward, so I nudged her heel with my work boot. “Rule number one.”

Abigail shuffled her legs wider, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “This is so wrong,” she whispered.

“Which part?”I added another finger, marveling at the way she clenched around me.

“The part where you have your fingers inside me right now, Rex.”

I grinned. “You want me to stop?” I pulled my fingers out and rested my hand against her, feeling the bunched-up panties against my thumb and the slick heat of her against my palm. I rubbed where I knew it would feel good, right at the apex that had made her scream her pleasure last night.

Abigail whimpered. “Rex.”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Stop teasing me. You’re not supposed to be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Hot! You’re not supposed to be attractive at all. You’re supposed to be my brother’s Boy Scout best friend.” Her eyes flashed.

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