Page 107 of Pretty Little Threats

“Two weeks.”

“Dare, that’s not enough.”

He grins at me, that carefree smile shooting straight to my soul. “Considering you’ll be naked most of the time, I think you’ll be fine.”

“No. I need at least three outfits. I need options.” My mind is already racing, calculating how much time it’ll take me to get everything I need in a bag. I try to get off his lap again, but suddenly, my back hits the cushions and Dare is on top of me, pinning me with his hips and wrenching my hands over my head.

“Dare,” I complain, but his lips claim mine and I forget what I was thinking.

He kisses me until I roll my hips against his. “We have to leave now or we’ll be late,” he groans against my mouth.

“You’re distracting me.”

“Maybe.” He kisses me again. “I’ve got everything you need, baby.”

“Your cock is hardly face lotion.”

He drops his forehead to my shoulders, and his whole body shakes as he tries not to laugh.

What’s so— “Oh my god, you’re a pervert.”

“Can you blame me?” he asks, shaking his head and pulling back to peer at me. “You would look pretty with my cum covering your face.”

I scrunch my face. “You’re insufferable.”

His mouth crashes into mine again, tongue lashing mine until I moan and tremble beneath him, desperate and needy. “Mmm, I think my wife loves the way I tease her,” he murmurs into my ear, rocking his hardened length against me.

“You said we were going to be late,” I rasp.

“Fuck what I said,” he growls, reaching between us and freeing his cock. He shoves my panties aside and pushes into my soaking wet pussy with a throaty groan. “You feel so good.”

“Please,” I moan, already begging to come.

“I’ve got you,” he says as he thrusts deep and hard, and when his fingers wrap around my neck, his name claws its way out of my throat.

Maybe I don’t need more clothes, after all.

Necker Island is beautiful. Palm trees and greenery dotted around the island, briny air, and more earth than concrete. Dare leads me to a swanky three-tier, two-bedroom Balinese house that’s nestled right at the edge of the island. The home is far enough away from the next that we mightnot even run into anyone while we’re here. That’s fine by me.

Dare holds the door open, smirking when I sigh in relief at the cool breeze of air rushing over my skin. Though I love the warmth, thank god for the mini-splits artfully disguised behind wooden accents. My bag drops onto the tile, and Dare’s arms come around me a few seconds later, tugging me back against his body. Vetiver, the scent I’m quickly associating with home, fills my nostrils.

“I’m hungry,” he purrs.

“You’re horny,” I say with a laugh. “Can we hit the beach first? There’s plenty of time for sex after.”

“I never thought I’d be jealous of a beach.”

I spin in his arms and link my hands behind his neck. “I do love when you get that little possessive spark in your eyes.”

He squints at me.

“Mmm, yeah, right like that, baby.”

“Keep messing with me, and I’ll fuck you on the beach where everyone can see.”

I brush my lips on his cheek. “If you like your cock attached to your body, you wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” he asks, squeezing my ass and pressing me against his length.

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