Page 105 of The Opposite of Romance
Her smile returns full force, almost blinding me. “Kids like Asher and Olivia?”
“Yup. They’re awesome. And I kind of miss spending time with them.” Her gaze lifts to mine. “But I won’t force you to tell them about us. We can take this as slow as you want.”
She nods before responding, “They have missed you, too. Liv was devastated you won’t be working at the house anymore. Asher keeps suggesting other things that need work, so you would come back.”
“Yeah?” My heart does a little jump in my chest, something I haven’t felt before.
“Yeah. So I think we tell them. Not everything. But I think you should come around and hang out with us. Enjoy the fruits of your labor in the space you’ve built for us.”
I school my features, but I’m jumping up and down on the inside. I loved being at their house. I loved being a part of their family, even though I was an outsider.
“Now what?” she asks when we finish eating.
“Now we read.” Excitement overtakes her face as she tries to decide on a book. Finally, she settles on one and makes herself comfortable before starting it.
I take a random book out, opening it to look like I’m reading, but I have other plans. I take the phone from my pocket, quickly typing the title of the book Sadie’s reading into the search bar. The internet is such a vast jungle of knowledge that it takes me no time to find where the smutty scenes are in the book she’s reading.
Luckily, it’s only 50 pages in, so I let her read in peace.
Chapter Forty-Two
SADIE
As far as dates go,this one is pretty amazing. I’m enjoying a hot-as-hell romance book with my stomach full and my head tipsy with tequila.
Logan’s reading a book of his own, though he doesn’t really seem into it. Multiple times, he’s asked me what page I am on, sneaking brief glances at me in the meantime.
His jaw tightened when I answered I’m on page 40 as he dipped his head and went back to reading his book.
But now, he drops his book to the side, standing up and heading toward me. The heat of my book has picked up, and it’s probably why I’m already winded as he approaches me, my mind deep in smut.
But as he drops to his knees in front of me, slowly lifting my skirt, the book leaves my head.
“Keep reading,” he says, in a gravelly voice, and I snap my gaze back.
His strong fingers grab the edge of my panties, pulling them down my legs. With them out of the way, he spreads my knees wide, opening me up to him. I let out a moan, and he levels me with a glare.
“Back to reading.”
I have no idea where I left off, so I start from the top of the page, trying to do as he says, knowing I’ll be rewarded for it. But as he blows cool air on my slit, my head drops back, my eyes rolling.
I hiss as a stab of pain shoots through my core, and I realize he slapped me. He slapped my pussy.
“Haven’t I made myself clear?” he asks, and I feel liquid pooling inside of me.
I nod, and he hums in response. The letters and words are completely jumbled as I train my eyes back on the book and do my best to pretend to read.
I guess he decides my efforts are worthy because he lands a long lick over my pussy, finishing it with a soft circle around my clit.
A groan tears from him while I let out a whimper. The sensation of his lips and tongue on my soaked pussy, while I’m forced to read a book, travels my body, up to my fingertips and the peaks of my aching breasts. The next lick is rougher, surer, as he flattens his tongue and lets me feel every ridge.
Keeping my eyes open is a feat but making them follow words on the page is downright impossible. I guess he notices my distant gaze because he delivers another slap to my pussy.
“Ooooh,” I moan, cross-eyed. It hurts so fucking good.
I have half a mind to close my eyes on purpose, so that he’d keep slapping me, but the other half needs to come.
Needs to come like I need my next breath.
