Page 53 of Perfect Bragg

The second his spicy musk taste hits me I forget all about everything except his taste, his smell, his warmth surrounding me. He deepens the kiss and I cling to his shoulders as I hold on for the ride. And it’s definitely a ride. He’s devouring my mouth like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

I want to taste his mouth. I use my tongue to push his aside, but Elder doesn’t let me. He growls and his fingers dig into my hips before he drags me closer. My breasts hit his chest and I rub up against him. It feels good so I do it again.

Something wet and slimy touches my hand and I yank away from Elder. “What the hell?”

“What? What’s wrong?”

I lift my hand. “Pup Tart licked my hand.”

“Poor Pup Tart. She wants a bit of loving herself. Maybe we should get her a boy dog to be her boyfriend.”

My brow wrinkles. We? As in me and Elder? Um, no. Me and Elder aren’t a couple. Except I’m sitting on his lap and his hard length is pressing against my core.

I scoot away from him. “This is supposed to be fake.”

“Darling, there was nothing fake about that kiss.”

Damn him. He has to point out the truth? He can’t join me over here in the land of denial? There aren’t any scary booby traps on this side.

“We agreed this marriage is a sham.”

“I wouldn’t use the word sham.”

“We have rules and everything,” I remind him. “No sex. No sleeping together.”

I try to stand but Elder tightens his hold on my hips. “Hold on. Let’s discuss this.”

“Discuss what? We have rules for a reason.”

“What reason?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Because.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Because why?”

Does he think I’m going to confess all my deep dark secrets to him? Not hardly.

“Because I said so.”

He chuckles. “Okay. Let’s skip this discussion.” I blow out a breath in relief. “For now.” So much for a breath of relief. “And return to the problem of the hour.”

“The problem of the hour?”

“The visit from Ms. Cross.”

Crap. How could I forget about the visit from the social worker? One kiss from Elder and my mind goes blank. It’s as if his tongue has the special power to make me forget everything but him.

His tongue has powers all right,Rebel Harmony says.We should investigate those powers further. Such as when he—

Nope! Enough from you!

“What are we going to do? Ms. Cross is never going to believe we’re a real couple.”

He drags my hips closer until his hard length presses against me. My core weeps in response.

“We’re not?”

“We are definitely not,” I try to make my words sound strict but my voice comes out all breathy. Probably because I’m imagining how his hardness feels when he…Knock it off, Harmony. I will not be exploring his hard length with my hands or my mouth.

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