Page 84 of Wild Love
Without another thought, the pen dips under the fabric. It’s barely a touch. I graze her pussy carefully, as though it’s somehow breaking fewer rules than if I were to hook a finger into her panties.
Her head falls back, and I can’t pull my eyes from her. The wall I’ve painstakingly built crumbles. Disintegrates.
When I pull the pen out, it’s wet and shiny. I toss it onto the desk beside her and stand again, leaning over her body as I press against the pen mark with my thumb. Telling myself the flimsy cotton stretching between us makes this somehow less depraved.
But the truth is, nothing about this feels wrong. Everything about this feelsright. So I go with it. I trust it.
I trust her.
“Admit it, Rosie.” I press in firm, even circles. “I found it on the first try, didn’t I?”
She arches her back now, hands gripping my shoulders as her eyes glaze over. She keeps her lips clamped shut and shakes her head defiantly.
I chuckle and switch to gentle upward swipes. Feeling the fabric beneath my thumb go wet. Feeling the hard point of her clit.
I know I got it right. And I know Rosie doesn’t want to admit it.
But that’s fine. I’ll let her have it.
Her moans turn to breathless gasps. Her cheeks turn from pink to red. I switch back to firm, slow circles.
“Fuck, this is so good,” she murmurs, eyes downcast as she watches me work her. “This should not be this—” I cut her off by increasing my pace.
“This is exactly how it should be.”
Her gaze snaps to mine and she nods. Then her breathing quickens. I watch her big blue eyes go from hooded towidened. Her eyes have always been her giveaway. So I’m not at all surprised when she gasps, “Ford!” as her back arches off my desk and her lashes crash down.
She comes with my name on her lips. Then she collapses back onto my desk, panting, and slings an arm over her face while I continue to gaze down at her, all beautifully disheveled.
This will play on repeat in my head for years to come. A moment I’ve imagined for far too long. All I can see is how perfect she looked when she came. My new go-to fantasy when I need to take the edge off.
Which is what I need now. My cock is uncomfortably hard against the stiff denim. And Rosie is altogether too soft and pliant.
Too easily flipped around and bent over this desk.
So, I lean over her, grip her head, and press a quick kiss to her hair before I cross into a zone there’ll be no coming back from. I worry about fumbling my words.
I worry about fumblingher.
The only girl I’ve ever really wanted.
I’m about to talk about this—aboutus—when my best friend’s voice filters in from outside.
“Ford! Get your ass out here! I wanna tell you about today’s delivery!” My stomach drops and we both freeze. West sounds downright amused. But I’m not.
Rosie’s eyes go round as they meet mine. Time stands still for a few beats. And then we both leap into action. It’s not a challenge since we’re both still fully clothed.
I flip her skirt down, and she smooths her hair as I gentlyguide her to standing. But a simple glance down at her face tells me I need to keep West from walking in here at all costs.
Rosie looks freshly fucked and my cock is doing its best to burst through my pants.
So with one firm nod at her, I adjust and stride for the door to cut her brother off and protect our privacy. This isnothow he should find out.
I round the back deck and almost crash straight into him.
“Whoa.” He steadies my shoulders with his hands, a mocking smirk on his lips. “Didn’t expect you to come running quite that eagerly.”
“Dick,” I mutter, desperately hoping he doesn’t bother looking down at mine.
