Page 64 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Don’t you dare,” he growled.“Fucking finish yourself off while I watch, Kennedy.Just your fingers this time.Work at it a little bit.”

She sucked in a quick breath before giving him a sheepish grin.“I like this work.”

She began circling again, rubbing, then dipping her fingers into the sweet wetness beneath.She continued playing with her nipple as well, pinching and rolling, and Bennett made note of what she liked.He continued to stroke himself, slow and easy, not wanting to rush ahead of her, but damned grateful for the pressure around his aching shaft.God, he needed to come and he needed it to be with her, if notinher.

“Help me,” she breathed as she slipped two fingers inside and thrust deep.

“How?”He was beyond being the good guy who wasn’t going to touch her.Whatever she wanted, he was going to give.

“Move so I can see you better.”

Bennett got to his knees and moved between her legs.“Better?”

“Oh my God, so much better,” she panted, her gaze riveted on his cock.

He liked it, too.From here he could see every hot, sweet, wet inch of her.“You’re right.This is pretty fucking hot.”

She watched his hand moving.“I want that so much.”

“It’s gonna be all yours.”

“I’m never drinking again,” she told him, “if it’s going to keep me from that.”

He chuckled and stroked faster.“Well, I don’t think we have to go crazy here.”

“Seriously.”Her hand was moving faster.“I’ll do anything.”

“Be careful, babe,” he said, also moving faster.“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“I’m going to come, Bennett.”

“Yes, honey, come for me.”

She arched her neck and a moment later squeezed her eyes shut and gave him a long, heartfelt, “Ahh.”

Yeah, they were going to work on her being a hell of a lot louder and just what—or rather whose name—she was calling out.Bennett gripped his cock and stroked hard and fast, feeling his climax tightening his balls, the tingling starting at the base of his spine.

Kennedy arched her back like a freaking cat as she withdrew her hand from between her legs.Then she propped herself up on one elbow and swirled her fingers over the head of his cock and he erupted.

“Kennedy!”

“Oh, yes,” she said softly as he came over her hand.She followed his hand with hers as he finished stroking himself.“Very, very hot.”

He let himself fall forward, waves from his orgasm still rippling through him, and pressed his mouth to hers.She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing against his body everywhere she could reach.

They kissed for several long, delicious minutes.Finally, Bennett rolled to the side, bringing her with him, his hands firmly cradling her ass.

“That,” she said, nuzzling her face against his neck, “was great.”

“It was.”Though “great” seemed so inadequate.

They lay plastered together for several long moments.

“Tell me about your foundation,” she said against his collarbone.

He took a breath.He really didn’t want to talk about his foundation.Or any of the stuff he’d been talking about all damned night.“Not right now.”

“How come?”

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