Page 45 of Come Here and Kiss Me

He nods in that sexy way that makes my thighs clench.

“Ask what you want, Brooklyn. I want to hear you say it.”

“How many times have you watched it, Professor Wolf?”

“Enough to remember every moan you make and how it feels to fuck my fist to the vision of you taking my cock.”

I blush, but it quickly fades.

“Do you want to watch it?”

I consider it for a moment. “No.”

“Why not? We could watch it together. Or we can make another one for our private entertainment.”

“That’s a hard no right now.”

He seems taken aback by my strong response. “I would rather get through the drama of our first sex tape before thinking about another.” He lets out a short chuckle, then kisses my forehead. I love it when he does that. It eases the bit of stress that has come over me.

“Would you really want to make one?” I question him.

He breaks eye contact and looks down at his watch instead of answering.

“Waiting for something?”

He peers up at me through hooded eyes. “Only for you to pull your dress up for me.”

Mischeviousness sparks in his gaze, and he sets down his champagne.

With that, he closes the divider, and in one strong tug, I’m straddling his lap. I let out a small squeal.

I’m quickly silenced with Ronan’s mouth. His tongue slips across the seam of my lips, and I grant him entry.

He kisses me carefully, not to disturb my makeup, before his lips find my neck. All the while, his fingers slip past the lace thong and give my clit special attention. I expect him to unzip his pants, but instead, he uses his fingers. Fucking me while curving them to strum against the bundle of nerves that has me moaning his name in both agony and bliss.

As the limo slows to a stop, he commands me to ride his fingers and tells me to come. Who am I to disobey?

My pleasure rocks through me, and it’s not until it’s passed that I realize we’re already here. Ronan sucks his fingers as I attempt to right myself.

“Can you tell?” I ask him while quickly reaching for my purse so I can check my lipstick. My heart races, and my chest is flush, but other than that, not a hair is out of place.

“You look perfect, Brook,” he says. His door opens, and I wait for him to open mine.

He holds out the other hand, not the one just inside me, to help me out of the limo.

And that’s when my heart stops and Ronan does something I could never in a million years imagine him doing.

The second we step out of the limo, my father is standing there. It’s not surprising, and I’m prepared for it. But still, I was hoping he wouldn’t be right there, especially not afterthat.

He’s one of the largest donors to this charity event, along with Ronan’s father, and always stands outside to greet the other sponsors. It shows that he cares about them and the cause, when, in fact, he only gives a shit about how many millions they’re donating and how likely that is to reflect their bank accounts.

To keep up appearances, my father smiles in front of the photographers and extends his hand for Ronan to shake. And what does my devastatingly handsome fiancé do? He shakes his hand with the one he just finger fucked me with.

His wicked grin is telling, although my father doesn’t catch on.

Holy fuck. The balls on this man. I can’t even look at my father, so I simply follow Ronan’s lead. All the while, the photos snap, and I can’t help but stare at him as he smiles for them and wraps his arm around me like he doesn’t have a care in the world. And like he’s proud of me.

After we’re inside, I simply shake my head at him in astonishment, and he smirks wide, knowing precisely what I’m insinuating before he winks at me. He excuses himself to make a call he assures me will be quick and to use the restroom. No doubt to wash his hands.

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