Page 58 of Bad Behavior

Then I head back to the kitchen. There are two plates of food ready on the counter. She’s made toast in the toaster. I catch her putting a fingertip’s worth of some kind of jam in her mouth.

We make eye contact, and something dark and unspoken radiates between us. She sucks on her fingertip, which gets me hard as fuck. When she pulls that fingertip away from her mouth, a little smudge of jam is left just above her lip.

“You’ve got a little, um,” I say, gesturing to her mouth. I move closer.

She blushes and wipes at the wrong side of her mouth. “There?”

“No, let me…” I step up to her, and she tilts her head up at look at me. The second I touch my thumb to her lip, I know I’ve made a mistake. I freeze, my eyes finding hers. It’s so easy for her to turn her head a little and kiss my thumb. There is something obscene about her plump lips working over my skin, something I can’t just watch.

It’s even easier for me to grab her by the waist and haul her up on the kitchen counter, spreading her thighs and bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.

She opens her mouth and her thighs for me, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring the flesh of my shoulders. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.

I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her tits. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.

I reach down and pull her dress up, finding her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off one of the straps holding her dress up, kissing her newly exposed breast. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.

She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She’s making these little oh sounds that are killing me, every second I’m not inside her.

Fuck. I need to have her, right this second. But a voice in the back of my head says that Asher could walk in any second… and the voice isn’t wrong.

I pick Emma up, with her legs still wrapped around my waist, and carry her down the hall to my bedroom. I get inside, closing the door behind us with a slam, and fall onto the bed with Emma still holding onto me.

Her breath leaves her in a whoosh as we hit the bed, but I use my elbows to keep most of my weight off of her. She kisses me, and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.

“Fuck!” I grit out. “You are such a bad girl, Em.”

I squeeze one of her tits hard, and she gasps.

“Bad enough to get punished?” she whispers.

“Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down on the bed. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t really want that.”

She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “Maybe I do.”

I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.

I move back, kneeling on the bed, and ruck her dress up over her head roughly. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own sweatpants.

Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.

“Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.

God, could Emma be any sexier? I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, nodding.

“You sure you’re ready to give head?” I ask.

Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “It’s not rocket science, right? You just… you’ll have to guide me a little.”

“I think I can do that,” I say, amused. I look around my tiny room, realizing that there probably isn’t room for her to get on her knees comfortably.

But she surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with complete trust.

“Like this?” she asks.

I get off the bed, taking my cock in my fist. I step closer, and she places a hand on my hip, looking at my dick. “That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”

Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.

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