Page 19 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

She undulated her hips, increasing the pressure, his large cock so close yet so far. He bit the skin around her nipple, and she let out another loud moan. “Please…please…”

“Please what?” he said, raising his face from her breast and looking at her.

“Fuck me right now. With your cock.”

A shameless grin formed on his sexy lips, and he shifted, drilling into her with one powerful thrust. Her inner muscles clung to him, never wanting to let go. Soon, the bravado left his face as he kept fucking her, each time harder, deeper, and each time an intense line formed on his forehead.

She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper, ready to milk him any way she could. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

He held her hands in his, and they both trembled when he retreated halfway only to return one more time and fill her all the way to the hilt. Unable to take any more of that delicious torture, she let go, quivering, the pleasure spreading from her core to her curling toes.

Soon after, he came, filling her with a warm load. Even after they both stopped trembling, he still held her, and she kept her legs around him.

When he moved, gently, he withdrew, pulled up his pants, then carried her to the bed. The whole four steps in his arms made her foolishly reenergized. When he eased her onto the mattress, she sighed.

“One of these days, can you teach me how to do a killer blowjob?”

He pursed his sexy lips. “You got it.”

“I’ve always sucked at it…” She laughed at her choice of words.

“I’m sure you’ll redeem yourself.” He plopped on the bed next to her and crossed his legs.

This was weird, spending time with him without sex for a buffer. She reached for the pillow under the bedspread and clutched it. He stared at the ceiling, and she should too—not to get caught gawking at him.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t marriage material, but damn the man was fine.

“Why are you looking at me?” he asked, turning to face her.

Shit. “Ugh, I was thinking… Have you ever slept with that bartender?” She said the first thing that came to her mind. Better than to give his ego deep strokes.

“Skylar? No,” he said without hesitating.

She smiled inwardly, and a foolish wave of pride washed over her. “She acted like she knew you. Said every month she sees you with a new girl. Mentioned something about last month’s girl.”

“That’d be impossible, considering I haven’t flown with anyone in a few months,” he said truthfully. “And yeah, Skylar tried a couple of times, but nah.”

“Why not?”

“Because I use this airfield often, and she works here, and I don’t want to make things complicated. You know, seeing her after I finished screwing around with her.”

Emma turned and glanced at the ceiling. No wonder he hadn’t been onboard with her plan at first, and it’d taken some convincing. What would their relationship be like after she hooked Simon again and—

She willed the thought away. She didn’t need to see him every day, just when her brother held dinner parties. Zaine would be returning from Africa in three weeks for his wedding, but she imagined he’d be way too busy for tons of socializing. Especially with a baby on the way.

Either way, she’d survive seeing Nico again after they ended their bizarre deal. She had to, otherwise her heart would pay the hefty price. A cold chill rolled into her stomach. Get it together, girl. All she needed to do was keep quiet about Desmorais’s sanctuary project and her role in it. When the time came and Nico made his offer to Desmorais, the Frenchman would decline it. She’d have done her job—to bring him to Desmorais.

Chapter Seven

“Are you ready?” Emma asked him.

Am I? He pressed his hand on the small of her back and tilted his head in the direction of the ballroom of one of the best hotels in Port Louis. Also the hotel where they’d checked in the previous day. “Yes.”

A gorgeous red gown hugged her delectable curves. The stylist had called it a mermaid dress because of the shape, and Nico wouldn’t be surprised if she started enchanting all the men in attendance. Emma looked stunning.

Hopefully, Desmorais would agree and hear his tempting offer.

He’d lost so much after his mother’s death. Well, even before she died… He’d lost her the moment she’d been officially diagnosed. Why was recovering some of those happy memories so bad? He swallowed.

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