Page 61 of Our Little Cliche
“You mean these?” I pull the red lace panties from my pocket, dangling them before stowing them back again.
“You… you had them this whole time?” she says, biting her lip.
I’d rather be the one biting those lips.
I grab her shoulders, pulling her attention back to me. “I’ve been infatuated by you this whole time. It’s been torture to live with you and not touch you likethis.” I tilt my hips up against her. She sucks a breath in, and I know that I’ve hitthatspot.
“But, what if Quinn figures it out you have something for the woman he’s paying?”
“I’m sure you can poker face too… actually, no I take that back. You suck at hiding things. I can see right through you.”
“Am I really that easy to predict?”
“No. I’m just really into everything you do. It’s my new full time job, trying to figure you out, Holly.”
Her hands venture down my thighs, and she starts twirling her fingers in a circular motion like a soft, affectionate massage. “You really are obsessed with me, aren’t you?”
“Madly.”
“You really need to get a hobby, or something,” she teases.
Her crooked smile does something I can’t even put to words. “Smart ass.”
I use my knees to jolt Holly forward and claim her lips once more. Her taste is sweet and longing. Shivers penetrate my spine as her fingers thread through my hair, my cock straining against her core as she rocks her hips over me.
My mind wanders, thinking of all the ways I need to learn everything about her, immediately, right now, like I was prepping for a test in the next few hours. Ineedto know the ways she likes to be touched, how she likes her breasts caressed, and her clit swirled, or how hot she likes her showers. And most importantly, how much ofmeshe can handle.
“So… about what I said earlier.”
“Yes?”
“Remember when you asked if I wanteditto happen to me?”
“I remember.”
“Well, I…”
Lied?
Chapter Thirty-One
HOLLY
“Lied.”I finally come out with it, but my next string of words fumble. “I want you to… and… in my… while I’m…”
Cyrus takes a deep breath in, signaling that I follow. When I do he speaks. “Use your words for me. I need them clear.”
“I want you to do what that masked man did to that woman,”I confess, toying with my fingers behind his neck.
Oh my god.
I just said that.
I literally just asked a sweet, innocent man to break the law by doing all things taboo and sticking his rock solid dick in me while I’m unconscious, all because I am broken. Because apparently I have some new unholy kink—which he created—that needs to be put to bed.Pardon the pun.I guess, being a heavy sleeper might come in handy after all.
Hold on, it’s not breaking the law if I consent to it… right?
Right?
