Page 69 of Scotch on the Rocks

“Hmm. Then why are you suddenly all sweet for me?” I licked the skin of her neck and she shivered. “I could show you my other therapy bunny if you like.”

“Shut up. You’re ruining it.”

“I joke when I’m nervous.” I bit down on her earlobe. “Shutting up now.”

She drew my chin away, face lowering to mine. So close, my mouth watered at the prospect of finally tasting her lips again. Just when I thought my heart was about to explode, she stood. “Get on your knees.”

I couldn’t be sure if my groan was real or imagined, but I followed – I followed with such embarrassing speed, the thud echoed off the walls. “Are we going to play, harpy?” I skimmed my nose over her waistband, gazing up like a love-struck dog at her feet.

“If you can stay quiet long enough.”

My tongue brushed the tantalising strip of skin between her shorts and jumper. “I think you like my mouth – in fact, I think you’re about tolovemy mouth.”

“You’re talking a big game, Macabe.”

“Perhaps.” Her hand brushed over my cheek with surprising gentleness, fingers splitting into my hair where she gripped the roots, snapping my head back. “Take off my shorts.”

Fuck.

Like they’d been released from tight constraints, my hands clasped the backs of her calves, curving into the dents behind her knees and up her thighs. Our breaths stuttered in near perfect harmony. When I reached the hem of her shorts, I had to remind myself to go slow, to not fuck this up again. My fingers dipped beneath, and I swore at the first brush of her delicate inner thigh. She might be in charge, but that didn’t mean I’d follow her command to the letter. Instead of removing them, I pushed them higher, until the fabric bunched between her legs. There’d be time to play later, right now, I needed to see her. Needed to know if she was as pretty as I—

I paused. Attention arrested by a delicate tattoo, half hidden by the scrap of pink lace. “Well, well, well … this is a beautiful fucking surprise.” My hand moved with a mind of its own, thumb pushing the silky lace in, baring half of her to me as I read the word in its entirety. I didn’t know where to begin. Couldn’t form a single thought. The colour. The word, permanently etched onto her skin.

Lucky.

I brushed a thumb over it and felt her tremble.

“When—” my voice broke on a hoarse grunt. “When did you get this?”

“I don’t know … Three years ago, maybe?”

If I hadn’t already been on them, relief would have sent me crashing to my knees. Head spinning, I skimmed my nose from her inner thigh to the band of underwear, letting it brush over the neatly etched word I fully planned to worship.

Lucky.

“The clock’s ticking,” she hummed, though I could feel her muscles turning pliant in my hands. My steady grip the only thing keeping her aloft when my face nestled into the lace between her legs, memorizing her scent.

A possessive rumble built in my chest. “Does this thing have teeth?”

She huffed a laugh. “Only one way to find out.”

I licked the word this time and her head dropped back on a low moan. Shedding her shorts, I collected her into my arms, laying her out on the rug before the fire. The light danced off her skin and I drew back to take her in, mouth gaping in awe. Juniper stared back at me, breasts rising and falling with laboured pants.This is happening.Fuck … this is actually happening. Eyes locked with hers, my shaking fingers grazed from her knee to the little crease at the top of her thigh, where I paused, waited for her nod of consent.

“Touch me,” she sighed and pushed the lacy triangle to the side, far enough for me to fully see her.

Swear to god, I fucking whimpered. “The prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.” Fingers curled, tugging the fabric tight as my eyes roved her body, from her glistening thighs to her nipples, straining through the knit of herjumper.This is fucking happening. I couldn’t believe it, even as I hooked her leg over my shoulder. “Still hate me?”

“Absolutely.”

I smiled into her skin. “Then let me hear it, harpy.”

At the first touch of my tongue she breathed, “I hate you.”Fuck, I barely even registered the insult, too busy savouring the taste of her on my lips.

“Not very convincing. How about you say my name instead.” I licked her again and her nails scraped across my scalp, fisting my hair like reins.

“That’s not how this works.” Another sharp tug. “I’m in charge, remember?”And I loved it.

I never imagined I’d get off on being told what to do, but my cock was hard enough to crack rocks, aching for the slightest touch. With one hand I reached down to rearrange myself, half tempted to slide it inside my sweats and pump until we were both screaming. But I needed this to be all about her.

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