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Oh my.
“Rules are we have to stay on this floor, meaning theycanwatch,” I told him, although it came out a little breathy.
He raised his hand and slowly brushed his knuckles over my cheek. “I remember what Rocky said.”
Goose bumps shot up all over my body.
“That idea get you hot, cherry?” His voice was a deep rumble, but not loud.
I frowned. “What?”
He tipped his head to the side, looked around me. “I’m going to take you on this fancy-ass dining roomtable. They want to watch, that’s fine with me. Wanna know why?”
I nodded, because um… his words were strangely hot. Who knew?
“Because every one of them’s gonna see what they missed. You coming all over my dick. Screaming my name. Clawing my back. Creaming all over my face. Not them. Me.”
His knuckles caressed down my neck and lower, over my cleavage. My bra was no match for my hard nipples.
“You good with that?”
I swallowed, then tried to clear my brain of the dirty thoughts, because all of a sudden, I wanted sex. With Shep. Why?
Because there was no doubt he knew what he was doing. He was protective. Possessive. He wanted me. I felt how hard he was. How big.
I hadn’t held onto my virginity for any kind of moral reason. The opportunity to have sex had never come up. But now? Here in a stranger’s house? On a dining room table?
It was something I’d always remember. I was Francesca. Not Frankie.
I could do this. Iwantedto do this.
Like Jasmine and Marie said, if I was going to havesex, why not make some money at the same time? I needed it desperately. My pussy was saying it needed the orgasm it knew Shep would deliver.
He leaned in, his nose brushing over the shell of my ear. “Gotta hear the words.”
I licked my lips, suddenly hot all over. “Yes, I’m good with that.”
He pulled back, met my gaze and smiled. “Good girl.” Then he kissed me.
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My entire foundation was shaken.I hadn’t had a one-night stand in a couple of years. I definitely never paid for sex. Doing it where others could watch? I wasn’t a sharer.
Except now, I was. I wanted every one of the fuckers in the other room to see what they’d missed. That Francesca was made for me and me alone. I wanted to show off the sweetest prize I’d ever collect. Flaunt it.
Then leave this place and keep her all to myself.
Because one taste of her lips, one gasp, and she was mine.
I’d always considered myself different from my family. No chance in hell I’d fall for the old love-at-first-sight bullshit Ma and Pops had. Then Trig fell. Then Colt. Bray. Lainey. Cam and even Zeb.
Shit.Shit.
This, right here? It was my last first kiss.
After I thoroughly claimed her lips, I skated along her jaw to the spot just behind her ear. I had to hold her hair back, like silk in my fingers. Then lower down her neck; she tipped her head to give me more room. I smiled against that delicate skin at how responsive she was.
