Page 79 of Beautiful Enemy

It’s not the kind of safe pleasure I give myself. It’s strange and overpowering.

My nails dig into his thigh, and when he slips a finger lower still, teasing my entrance, I shiver.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Big,” I confess.

I meant the feelings, not his finger, though that is too, but he chuckles softly.

“Beautiful girl. If this is big, you have no idea what you’re in for.”

The insistent outline pressing me from behind is a reminder he’s right.

“You’ll have to pace yourself. You’re not in your twenties anymore,” I chide, reminding him of the conversation earlier.

His groan is full of promise. “You’re fucking right I’m not. The things I’ll show you.”

My blood heats more, and even the ocean breeze isn’t enough to cool my damp forehead. “You think you can teach me about sex?”

“No. I think I can teach you about yourself.”

He adds another finger to the first, pressing so deep my mouth falls open, my thighs squeezing and my heels scrambling for leverage beneath the blanket on the chaise.

But before I can respond, a light goes on farther down the boat.

And it’s moving toward us.

My throat closes.

“Someone’s coming.” I grab Harrison’s arm in warning.

“Yes. You.”

The one thing crazier than letting Harrison King finger-fuck me on his rented yacht is having someone catch us.

The crew member pauses a dozen feet away. “Mr. King. Ms. Madani. Would you like anything to eat or drink before we retire?”

I shift, trying to straighten both of us, but my companion doesn’t budge. Including the parts of him inside me. I feel every inch of his fingers as he holds me in place like a butterfly pinned to cloth.

“We’re fine.” Harrison’s even reply suggests he does this all the time.

His front presses against my back. I can feel the impossibly thick outline of his erection, his heart thudding through our clothes and skin.

She smiles. “All right. Have a wonderful evening.”

His mouth is at my ear the second she departs, his voice heated. “You think men like me rent forty-five-meter yachts to not fuck on them?”

I reach back with one hand to grab his hair. “Charter.”

His exhale is half laugh and half groan as his thumb drags a slow circle over my clit and he works my entrance with both fingers.

Oh my God.

I’ve seen Harrison playful before, and it’s fascinating. But now, he’s playing withme. My body is a game, and only he knows the rules. He’s teaching them to me one skilled move at a time.

It feels way too damn good.

The orgasm sneaks up on me, a wave I’m thoroughly unprepared for. My toes squeeze under the blanket as I clench around him, my back arching. He growls his satisfaction against my cheek, his other hand cupping my breast, his thumb absently rubbing my nipple. I gasp as he draws out my pleasure almost painfully.

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