Page 115 of Illicit

Teagan

Sometimes you reach a certain point of exhaustion that when you wake up, confusion blankets you as to where you’re at or what time of day it is.

That’s me right now.

But when a hand wraps around my hip and lips touch the skin below my ear, I might not know what time it is, but I know exactly where I am.

I’m back in my childhood home.

But I’m across the hall from my own room.

In Rocco’s bed.

But most notable about our current situation, I’m naked.

In Rocco’s bed.

And Rocco is naked too.

It’s official. The best thing I ever did in life was pretend to be Stella Hayes.

Rocco’s hand slides up the center of my body as he presses his very hard cock into the crack of my ass.

“Good morning,” he murmurs against my skin.

I tip my head back to give him more access. “Is it morning?”

“I have no fucking idea.” He nips my earlobe. “I also don’t care.”

“I don’t either.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

I arch, pressing into his erection. “I can tell.”

His hand engulfs my breast and he twists my nipple. An electric shock shoots south, landing between my legs.

His hands and mouth move on me. My skin is sensitive under his touch, and I’m not tired any longer.

I’m hyperaware of his every move.

His hand slides down my body and dips between my legs where he cups my sex possessively. Strong fingertips dip into me before giving my clit a teasing swipe.

“You’re so fucking wet, and you just woke up.”

I am, but I’m not about to agree to that out loud. It’s obvious.

“Oh … Rocco.”

“You like that,” he states. Not even a question. My body is one big tattle tale. “I’m going to make you come so hard, it’s good no one is home.”

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes. I’m down for that.

One hand works my nipple and the other my clit. Then he wedges his muscled thigh between my legs to part me.

“Yes.”

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