Page 128 of Somebody's Watching Me
Rowan let out a curse, the muscles in his stomach spasming as he fought to control himself. “Stop, sweetheart.”
But she didn’t stop. Bobbing her head faster and faster, she continued to suck his soul right out of him. Her throat contracted with every hit, and when he could take no more, Rowan tangled his fingers in her hair. “Annabeth.”
When she still didn’t listen again, something in him snapped. If she wanted him to dominate, his girl was about to get her wish. Digging his fingers into her hair, he yanked her off his cock and brought her face up to his. “Lost your listening skills?”
Her full lips, glistening from their work, smirked at him. “Am I not being a good girl?”
“No, you are not.”
“Well, can I do this?” She ran her tongue over his lips. “Or this?”
Popping up on her feet, she placed a booted foot on either side of his waist, and, using one hand to grip his shoulder and the other to press his cock between her thighs, she dragged her wet heat along his shaft.
Up and down. Up and down, she moved. Rowan closed his eyes, needing to block the sight before he came all over them both.
“Yeah, I think you like me doing this.” She tipped forward to brush her nipples against his chest. “This too?”
His eyes opened, and whatever she saw there had her freezing. “You are in so much trouble,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”
She swallowed and nodded slowly.
“And what’s about to happen is all on you.” Tilting his head back, he stared down at her. “Do you have condoms?”
“In the drawer under the counter.”
Jealousy curled in his gut, and he snapped his teeth. “Why do you keep condoms in the shop?” He hadn’t let go of her hair and gave it a sharp tug. “Have you fucked someone in here?”
Blushing, she tried to shake her head, but his hold was too tight. “It’s always been a fantasy, but I’ve never done it.”
He bared his teeth. “Why not?”
“Because in my fantasy, the only person I want to have sex in my shop with is you.” She smiled sheepishly at him. “I also have another fantasy where we have sex on the back of your bike, but I’m not sure if that’s even possible.”
“It’s possible.”
He cut off whatever she was about to say with a kiss. The moment on the beach earlier was their beginning, the spectacular start that would one day evolve into a story they told their kids, their grandkids, and anyone who would listen. But the small, intimate times like tonight would become the heartbeat of their life. He would use them to help her realize that even if they did remain in one spot for the rest of their years, there were still adventures to be had. Wild ones, where they had sex on his bike or were able to screw their brains out in her bookshop after hours.
“Get the condoms.” He released his hold, tracking her as she hurried across the room. “The whole box.”
He stood as he waited, watching her sweet ass as she bent to dig out condoms from a drawer in her filing cabinet. Easy. He would need to go easy on her this first time, but he meant what he said. There wasn’t a place on her body that wasn’t going to be ruined by him at some point.
Rushing back over, she placed the box on a bookshelf and presented him with the largest size. “Put it on me,” he ordered. “How many of this size are in the box?”
Tearing at the foil, she rolled it on. “Three, I think?”
“Hmmm, that’s barely enough to get us home.” Her eyes went wide, and he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“You mean, am I ready for your monster-sized cock?”
“At least I’m not kink shaming you.” Her comment reminded him of the wolf mask, and he swiped it off the couch. “Get into the same position as before.”
“But—“
“No arguing, Annabeth.”
She moved into position, and he kneeled behind her. “You’re still in trouble. That little interruption is going to cost you.” Spreading her cheeks apart, he nuzzled with his nose, gaining a squeak of surprise. “Pick a safe word.”
“A safe word?” Exhaling a sigh, her head fell forward, dangling between her shoulders as he flicked his tongue. “Wh-why do I need a safe word?”
