Page 22 of Princes of Hollywood

Confession time. “I don’t know what I like.” I bite my lip. “I don’t usually…finish with guys.”

His eyes light up. “Never?”

His hand runs down my side, skating past my breast. I shake my head, unable to speak.

“That’s a shame, poppet.” His hand finds the end of my T-shirt and slips under. “We need to fix that.”

Anticipation washes over me with a heavy dose of fear. What if even he can’t do anything for me?

“Roarke?” It’s a whole question in my mind. What is he doing to me? What am I doing? Why am I not stopping this? Why does this feel so fucking good?

His hand slides up my waist until it rests just beneath my breast. My breath shudders in and out of me as I helplessly search his eyes. I want him to touch me and I don’t. His thumb rubs on the underside of my breast. “No bra?”

I shake my head, not willing to look away from his eyes.

“Nice. Are they sensitive?” He reaches up and cups my breast.

My head thuds back against the wall as I arch into his touch. My lips part as fireworks flood my veins.

“Use your words, poppet.” He squeezes my breast and then pinches my nipple.

“Ahh.” His touch sends a burst of desire straight to my pussy.

“Mmm. That’s what I want to hear.” He teases and tortures my breasts until I’m a mass of want writhing on him.

I moan loudly as he pinches my nipple again.

A loud bang comes from the other room.

My eyes startle open. Fuck, when did I close them?

“Shh, I’ve got you. We’re going for the grand finale.” His cock grinds against my pussy.

“Roarke?” My voice is deep and questioning. What the hell are we doing? Maybe we should stop before this goes too far.

“Uh-uh, poppet.” His mouth claims mine and I’m lost again. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he plucks at my nipples, alternating between them while his hips rock into mine in a rhythm that drives me so fucking high.

“So close, poppet,” he whispers against my lips. “Do you feel it?”

“Maybe—”

He kisses me as his hand slides into my pants. Oh shit!

“Wait. Wait,” I whisper, trying to find my words.

He stops and rests his forehead against mine. My heart pounds so hard. His fingers are on my belly, clenching. I’m so caught up, but I don’t know what’s happening.

“Greer, let me help you soar.” His eyes hold mine captivated.

I shouldn’t. Something else crashes in the living room, drawing my attention. This isn’t who I normally am, but with him, I feel so out of control.

Roarke leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Let me make you come so he knows what he never got. Let’s show him that he never got that piece of you.”

I turn my face to meet his eyes. He wants this. This small piece of me to prove to Chad what a fucking asshole he is. To get me closure.

It doesn’t hurt that I’m so fucking curious. My insides are tight and ready to explode.

“Okay,” I whisper.

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