Page 23 of Princes of Hollywood

He kisses his way to my ear. “I can’t wait to have you spread out naked before me, poppet.”

His fingers slide beneath my panties.

“Roarke.” I’m nervous. What if I can’t? What if I’m so broken, no one can ever make me come?

“Shh, poppet, let me make you feel good.” His fingers slide between my legs and through my folds.

I catch my breath as my hands tighten on his shoulders. He rubs circles on my clit, winding me tighter and tighter.

“Does that feel good?”

I’m beyond words as I nod. My hips follow his fingers. His words mesmerize me.

“Next time will be in my bed, poppet. I’ll kiss every inch of your body. Suck this little clit into my mouth until you scream your release. Then I’ll climb over you and my cock will fill you so fucking full.” He thrusts two fingers inside me.

“Roarke,” I cry out, unable to comprehend what he’s doing to me. I’ve given myself orgasms, but the guys I’ve been with haven’t ever gotten me there. Even after months of learning each other’s bodies, I still can’t get there with them.

But I’m right on the fucking edge with Roarke and he’s barely touched me.

“Fuck, Greer, I’ll spend hours tasting your pussy until you come so hard, you feel like you’re going to break.” His words. His thrusting fingers. His thumb circles my clit. “But right now, you’re going to come on my fingers like a good girl. Aren’t you, poppet?”

I tip over the edge on a cry. His fingers work me through it until my cry shifts to a moan. My pussy convulses around his fingers over and over again. I cling to him because my body goes liquid with my release.

“Good girl.” His hand slides out of my pants as he draws back, still holding me up. “Look at me, Greer.”

I open my eyes. He holds up the fingers that were inside me, dripping with my wetness. Heat floods my cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed, poppet. I love that you came all over my fingers.” He sucks each finger into his mouth, and an aftershock pulses inside me. “Next time you’ll come all over my face.”

“I…I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

He chuckles as he lowers me down to the floor. “You taste delicious, poppet.”

He catches the back of my neck and draws me in for another soul-searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue. When he lifts his head, my knees give. He catches my hip.

“All right, enough play time. Let’s get out of this horror-movie set. We can continue this later.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and moves around the bed, collecting anything that might be mine.

Did I honestly just let Roarke Flynn finger-fuck me in my apartment while my ex listened? I turn to look at the door. It’s quiet out there now. Maybe he left.

Roarke tosses a large sneaker into the corner. Chad wouldn’t leave while Roarke Flynn was in his apartment. He’s too much of an opportunist.

“Hurry up, poppet. We’ve got better things to do.” Roarke taps my nose as he walks by.

Okay, focus on packing. Not on the fact Roarke gave me my first non-self-administered orgasm and it was mind blowing. Pack, so we can leave this dump for his beautiful house.

I pick up my bag and empty my drawers into it. But what does this mean? Does he think I’m going to have sex with him because of this? Do I want to have sex with him? Should I have sex with him?

What if the others find out? What will they think of me?

“Uh, Roarke?” I look over my shoulder at him.

He holds up a bra way too big for me. I shake my head and he tosses it into the corner with the shoe. “Yes?”

“Can we not tell the others about…what happened?” My mouth feels suddenly dry. I just made out with Roarke Flynn in my crappy apartment.

He grins and winks. “You want to keep me a secret, poppet? Because I’m not big on secrets. I like everything out in the open, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

Good, because I don’t want them to think any less of me than they already do. He takes the full bag from me, carrying both of them. I glance around the room to double-check I haven’t left anything behind.

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