Page 84 of Rough Around the Hedges

“Rose…”

She drew in a deep breath before meeting my eyes. “What exactly are you trying to achieve?”

“What do you mean?” I replied. “You’re the one who dragged me in here and slammed the door before pushing me against it. I’m merely returning the favour.”

“Ha.” She blew upwards, forcing a bit of hair away from her eye and failing.

I reached up and gently brushed it away with my thumb, then tucked the offending lock behind her ear, letting my fingertips continue a slow, feather-light journey down the side of her neck. “What are you ha-ing about?”

“Returning the favour?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was something seductively dangerous about it—like she was a fire I really shouldn’t be stoking. “I’m not kidding myself, Oliver. You’ve been doing nothing but a favour for me all day. I know you don’t care about this place. I know you don’t care what it means to us. You’re just humouring me.”

“Ro—”

“So, I’ll humour you, too.” She slid one hand between us and brushed her fingers over my bulging shorts, leaning up so her mouth was close to my ear. “Do you think I didn’t see this coming when I shut us both in here? You think I haven’t seen you watching me all day?”

Ha.

This woman…

What a filthy tease.

I moved my hips, pushing my erection further into her willing hand. “What was it you said not two minutes ago? That you don’t want this to happen again?”

“Well,” she murmured, her lips brushing my jaw. “A woman can change her mind, and I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite.”

Then she did the one thing I wasn’t expecting her to.

She pushed me away and dropped to her knees, then pulled my cock free of my shorts and boxers. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and brought it to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over the tip.

Ah, fuck.

I’m in trouble.

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OLIVER

A Shed Load of Lust

The feeling of Rose’s fingers around my cock sent a shiver dancing through my body. There was a slight roughness to her skin that counteracted the softness of her grip, but I could barely focus on that as she drew the tip of me into her mouth.

The night we met flashed through my mind at the familiar sensation of her tongue working against my cock—she’d been just as free and fearless then, climbing on top of me for the most mind-blowing sixty-nine I’d ever had.

If it weren’t for her approaching me, we never would have ended up going back to my room together.

If it weren’t for her, none of this would have happened.

I was powerless to stop it, each and every time, like she’d cast some sort of spell over me.

Just like now. It was all I could do to stay standing as she worked my cock with her mouth, taking me in deep just to pull back and tease me with her tongue. The feelings this woman evoked in me were nothing short of primal. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to leave her in control—to not grab her head and fuck her mouth the way I wanted.

More.

I wanted more.

I slid my fingers into her wavy hair, gently cupping her head. Mine dropped back, and I groaned, my hips twitching with her rhythm. She didn’t falter, moving her mouth and hand in perfect sync, and an all-too-familiar heat spread through my body.

If she didn’t stop right now, I was going to cum down her throat.

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