Page 24 of Entangled

“You feel better?” I ask.

She blinks at me with her glassy eyes. “No…”

I knew she wouldn’t. Alcohol doesn’t take the problems away. It dulls the pain, sure, but you can’t outrun grief. Once it’s touched you, it’s a companion for life.

“Who was that woman?”

My brows pull down low. Willow sees my confusion and adds, “The woman with amber hair.”

Realization dawns. “She was no one.”

Instead of being reassured, a mask falls over her face. “Are you seeing her again?”

It was a random fuck. I talked to her online for a few days, and we agreed to meet. I needed to release some of this pent-up energy that seems to gain momentum when I spend time with Willow.

“No, I’m not seeing her again.”

“Why?” she asks, spreading her legs slightly. My eyes fall to her smooth thighs. Her skirt has ridden up, revealing a glimpse of white lace.

“I haven’t spoken to her since then.”

“Why?”

I swallow thickly when she spreads her thighs wider. There’s no doubt about it—she’s trying to seduce me. “She hasn’t messaged me.”

She slowly trails her fingers up her thighs, closer to her center. “But if she did, would you meet up with her?”

My throat jumps and I shake my head to try to clear it. “It was a one-time thing.”

She hums, placing her heels on the edge of the couch.

I should stop this.

But I don’t.

“You must have been a bad lay.”

Frowning, my eyes skate up to hers. “What?”

“You fucked her, but she didn’t message you after.” Her fingers disappear beneath the lace fabric.

Holy shit. My eyes fly back down, and I swallow thickly.

“You must not know how to please a woman.”

I fight down a groan when she arches her back and lets out a loud moan. I’m trapped in her web, knowing I should walk out, but I can’t. Her words slowly sink in, denting my ego.

In the next second, I’m on my knees before her, spreading her thighs wide and sliding her lace panties aside. Her soaking, pink little cunt glistens, making me groan. “You think I don’t know how to please a woman?”

She tugs sharply on my hair, forcing me closer to her swollen pussy lips. “I think Luca would have done a better job.”

That does it. Gripping her hips, I cover her pussy with my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips. She tastes fucking divine, like innocence mixed with devilish intent. She cries out, causing my dick to throb in its denim confines.

“You think Luca could make you feel this good?” I taunt, then flatten my tongue and drag it over her pussy, from her anus to clit. Before she can respond, I fill her up with my finger and pay homage to her swollen clit. I lick it in fast circles while pumping my finger. Arousal seeps out of her, and I lick up every drop, growling against her throbbing pussy. “You taste so fucking amazing!”

“Grayson,” she whimpers, rolling her hips. “God, Grayson, please.”

Smirking, I blow on her clit. “You soon ate your words, huh, sweetheart.” Inserting a second finger, I spread her cunt while I suck on each pussy lip in turn. “So fucking beautiful.”

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