Page 20 of One Spicy Summer

Mirroring the smirk on his face, I slide down just a smidge, open my legs, grab his hand and plunge two fingers inside of me.

The look on his face never falters.

Not even for a second.

Just when I think maybe I was a little too straightforward with my actions, I feel his fingers begin to move inside me, and he graces me with a wicked smile.

“Damn, Princess, you feel so good.” He says, slowly working his fingers in and out of me.

Letting go of his hand, I bring mine back to my clit and start giving her some much needed attention.

This dangerous combination will have me spiraling out of control in no time.

“Ry?”

“Yes, Princess?” He grunts, looking at me with intent, like he doesn’t want to miss the second I come for him.

“I’m close.” I pant.

“I know, baby, I can’t wait.” He says, and my eyes start to close.

“Eyes on me, Princess.” He demands. How can I keep my eyes open when I’m barely holding on? “You can do it, just a little while longer, then you can sleep.”

The way he encourages me, makes me want to do a good job just for him. So, I give it my all and give in to the way my body hums with anticipation.

I can feel a burning sensation that starts at the base of my toes and works its way up to my pussy. The ache starts to build and the pressure is starting to get unbearable.

The minute I think I’m going to explode… I do.

“Oh, God! Ry!” I yell, when his mouth covers mine, silencing my screams for him. But it doesn’t stop there, I yell his name over and over until I have nothing left to give, and I slump back in the tub.

Completely spent.

When did my eyes close? I couldn’t even tell you. “That was fucking perfection, Prez.” Ry says, making me smile. Leaning in, he presses another kiss to my lips before he reaches in the tub and scoops me out.

Giggling, I ask, “What are you doing?”

“I promised you sleep, so I’m taking you to bed.” My head whips up from his shoulder, and I’m graced with his soft chuckles. “Relax, we aren’t going to be doing that tonight.” My shoulders slump because I definitely wanted to try and do that.

I don’t know why I’m so eager to do it, because I don’t even know the first thing about doing it.

We make it to my bed and it hits me. “Ry, what if Rafe catches us?”

“He’s… occupied.” Ry says, and I know what that means.

Rafe has a girl over.

Thankfully our rooms are far enough away from each other. Sometimes, they can be loud, and that’s not something I want to listen to all night long.

“So, you’re going to spend the night with me then?” I ask, hope laced within my voice.

“Do you want me to?” I simply nod yes.

“Will you hold me?” What can I say? I’m a big, spoiled brat.

Chapter Ten

Rygaard

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