Page 58 of The Wicked

“Don’t fight it, Cinderella. Just give in and let it happen.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because—”

I shifted the angle of my hips, and her eyes widened as she gave a soft, involuntary cry. A curse slid from her lips, and not “heck” or “darn.” The loss of control made me smile. If I could get Sara to shed her inhibitions, to unleash the sense of adventure that she’d locked down deep inside, there was nothing we wouldn’t be able to achieve together.

Another thrust, and her walls pulsed around me, shuddering as she came for the second time. I couldn’t hold out any longer, didn’t want to, and I followed her over the edge with several curses of my own. The periphery of my vision went black, and I peppered kisses across her flushed cheeks as I waited for my pulse to steady.

“You were saying?” I murmured when I could speak again.

“I…I have nothing.”

“A lie. I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to give you the world, and don’t you dare ask any dumb questions like ‘why?’ You know why.” Reluctantly, I withdrew from her snug warmth. “I have to get rid of this condom.”

I lost the jeans too. We weren’t done yet. I’d give Sara a few minutes to recover before I made her come again, but tonight, she was mine, and I intended to remind her of that fact in every possible way.

21

SARA

Whenever Brooke and Addy and Romi—not Brie because she’d never kiss and tell—would sit around and giggle about how one of them couldn’t walk properly or laugh that they’d been thoroughly ruined in a pleasurable way, I’d smile and nod along, but I didn’t truly believe it. Until now. Who knew? Who knew that sex could be so utterly and splendidly mind-blowing? I was thirsty as heck, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it to the kitchen, so when Charming reappeared from the bathroom, this time completely naked—oh my—I just curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

Which gave me a terrific view of his abs. I thought they only looked that way in movies, all that chiselled perfection. And was his dick hard again already?

I nodded toward it. “I thought we just fixed that?”

“Deflation lasted about three seconds. Around you, this is situation normal.”

Twenty-six years old, and this was the first time I’d cuddled properly after sex with a man, and the fact that the man was Garrett Van de Kamp shocked the crap out of me. I hadn’t expected him to have a tender side. A soft snort escaped as a memory came back, and I buried my head against his chest.

“What? You think it’s funny that you make me hard?”

“No, no, no. I was just thinking, uh, you probably don’t want to know.”

“Tell me.”

Well, he asked for it… “So, I was just thinking that the last time I was in this position, the guy said he had to run home and feed his cat, but the week before, he’d told me he was allergic to cat dander. That was when I began to realise I’d made a really big mistake.”

“Was that the nineteen-second asshole or the jackass with the telescope?”

“The jackass with the telescope.”

“And how big was the mistake?” Garrett held his thumb and finger half an inch apart, smiling. “This big?” He widened the gap infinitesimally. “This big?”

“Definitely kiddie-sized.” I realised what I’d said and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Shit! I mean, shoot! There was no paedophilia involved, none. He was five years older than me. I’m so bad at this whole snuggling-pillow-talk thing. Truly terrible. I’m so sorry.”

Garrett was openly laughing now. “See what I mean? You’re real. For the record, I don’t have any pets of my own, and if we’re talking about our pasts, then every single one of my exes would have been in the bathroom at this moment, fixing her make-up.”

“I don’t wear much make-up. Only when I’m working, which is never these days.”

“Because of your cousins? Kayleigh and Lillian?”

I let out a decidedly unsexy groan. “Please don’t remind me that I’m related to them. I do my absolute best to forget.”

“You have the twins; I have Trey.”

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