Page 42 of Good Girl
‘What? We can’t have sex here.’
‘Of course we can,’ I say. ‘We’ll be discreet. No one will know.’
She pauses for a moment, as if needing to think about it, then nods, her mouth widening into a mischievous smile. ‘Okay, then. I guess there’s no harm in adding it to our catalogue of sexual experiences.’
Our. I like that word on her lips.
The door to the terrace is locked, but I pull out a credit card and jemmy it a bit until it unlatches.
Juno looks at me with awe. ‘I had no idea I was sleeping with a master criminal.’
I give a nonchalant shrug. ‘I spent a lot of time in my youth figuring out ways to escape from places.’
‘Which places?’
‘Locked detention-classrooms at the school I went to mostly.’
She shakes her head, her expression dismayed, but I’m too busy thinking about what we came up here to do to worry about her reaction.
It’s a good-sized roof terrace with creeping plants clinging to an ornate, chest-height, wrought-iron railing that runs one length of the building. We both stand and stare at the cityscape in front of us for a moment, entranced by its higgledy-piggledy beauty.
‘Wow,’ Juno murmurs, walking to the railing, her hips swaying provocatively, her ass looking incredible in her tight shiny dress.
I stride over to stand behind her, pressing the front of my body to her back so she can feel exactly how much she’s turning me on.
‘Yes, wow,’ I say, pushing her hair to one side and bending to kiss her elegant neck. I feel her shiver as I brush my lips over her skin. She smells amazing—clean and fresh, but with the spicy undertone of her own unique scent. My mouth waters as I move across to kiss her bare shoulder and slide my hands round to cup her breasts.
Pressing herself back against me, she leans into my body, using me for support. And it’s another perfect moment. Her scent in my nostrils...her beautiful body under my hands.
I don’t want it to end. But I know it’s going to.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with anger, bitterness and frustration.
Why wasn’t I born with astounding intelligence instead of my useless fucking looks? Why can’tIbe the kind of man she wants to spend the rest of her life with?
There’s only one reason she’s with me right now and I guess I’ll have to play that to my advantage.
I want to ruin other men for her. I want her never to have sex with anyone the way she has it with me. And I want her never to find anyone else to satisfy her the way I can.
I want her like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before. Just as I’ll never be the same again if I can’t have her.
I ache for her, my body a throbbing mess of torment.
Skirting my hands away from her breasts and over her stomach, I bunch the skirt of the dress in my hands and lift it up till I can slide one hand between her legs. I drag in a guttural breath as I discover she’s not wearing knickers, my cock jumping with excitement at the discovery.
‘Not wearing any underwear out to a fancy party like this?’ I mutter teasingly into her ear. ‘Bad girl—wicked, filthy girl. I should punish you for that.’
She makes a sound, as if she agrees with me.
Gathering up her beautiful mane of hair in my left hand, I wrap it round and round my fist till I’m clutching it in a tight knot at the base of her skull. She’s all mine to control now. With my right hand I slide my fingers between her pussy lips and find that magical bundle of nerves, running my fingertip gently over and round it.
I hear her gasp in pleasure as she jerks at the intimacy of my touch. ‘Yes. Yes, just there, touch me there,’ she urges.
She’s already wet with excitement and I use the silky lubrication easily to glide two fingers into her pussy. Her body rocks against me, juddering with pleasure as I begin to finger-fuck her, sliding the pad of my thumb over her clit.
‘An orgasm with a view,’ I murmur and she lets out a throaty laugh, her body wiggling seductively against mine.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ she whispers, turning her head to look me in the eyes. ‘I want to feel your cock inside me.’
