Page 43 of Pretty Obsessed

“No, but now I wish I was.” I’d love a video to replay. Just to be able to watch how he fucked me.

“Maybe I’ll let you film us later.” He smiled into my lips. “I guess we’ll see how the kissing goes.”

“Did you come up here just to kiss me again?”

“If that’s all you’ll allow, yes.” His tongue curled under my upper lip.

“I have to work…” My rebuff again halfhearted.

The thought of fucking him for a week straight so tempting, book be damned.

Flushed and flustered, I chased his tongue, while he fucked it in and out of my mouth, fully distracting me from any and all thought of finishing my novel.

“Can I distract you for a little while? I promise it will only be a little.”

I didn’t believe him. “You’re already distracting, and if you keep doing that…” I clung to him just in case he had any intentions of pulling back.

“I wouldn’t want to be a detriment.” He shoved me onto the sofa.

I hit the back with a grunt, instantly missing his body. “Maybe I don’t care about anything but you inside me again.”

“You can work. I can write, too. We can talk and do this.” He took the seat next to me, grabbing one of my thighs to guide me into his lap.

I went willingly, gasping into his lips. “Is that all?”

“It can be more… I brought condoms this time.”

I slipped my fingers around the back of his neck uninterested in doing anything but him for the rest of the night.

“Good. I need you to warm me up.” He teased cold fingers under the back of my shirt.

“I think I can help with that,” I said as I squirmed.

“Does that mean you’re letting me stay?”

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Emory Ker

Isettled into his lap, already comfortable there, which should have terrified me, but it felt too good to sink into his space.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” A smile spread over his lovely full mouth, and he didn’t take his eyes off mine.

“Yes,” I confirmed again, touching the corner of his lips like if I felt the glow of his smile I could possibly recreate it in words. The luminescent glisten of real happiness writers so often struggled to capture. I loved my craft but it had these limitations. There were some things we could only see with our eyes and lock into our memories.

He turned, kissing my palm. “What has you lost in thought?”

Heat burned up my throat again. “It’s going to sound insane if I repeat it, so this one I should keep to myself.”

“More insane than someone tracking you down to a remote cabin in the woods and expecting to be let in in the middle of the night?”

“Fair. You make an entirely fair point. That doesn’t mean I should tell you.”

“No? Maybe I want to know the things that fill your mind.” His sweet whispers of persuasion were entirely too hard to resist.

“You’re not fair.”

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