Page 25 of Chilled and Thrilled

Between us, two fingers slip inside my slick opening, curving to find my G-spot with the accuracy of a heat-seekingmissile. Acting of their own accord, my legs part further, offering him more room to work.

My soft moan shatters the quiet of the darkened room. “Tell me a fantasy, sweetheart,” Bram murmurs, lifting his head to look at me directly. “Tell me what naughty little daydreams you’ve been having about me, and I’ll make them come true.”

“I-I shouldn’t.” It’s a shaky, halfhearted protest, one that’s undermined by my hips rocking into his touch, eager for more.

“Do it anyway.”

A third, thick finger enters me, and I start to tremble. My lips part. “I’ve… I’ve thought about you using my body whenever you wanted.” My pulse thuds heavily in my ears and I struggle to think past what he’s doing to my pussy.

Bram’s hand slows. “Keep going.”

“It turns me on,” I admit quietly, my voice wavering, “being everything you need, being the person who gives you relief.”

The things I’m saying to him have only ever existed in my head. Never have I come close to admitting them out loud to a partner, and here I am, naked and spread out beneath Honor’s dad, telling him I want him to use me freely. God, I’m an asshole.

Even my self-loathing doesn’t dampen the hot twist of desire when Bram pulls his fingers free and brings them to his lips, sucking away my arousal. “Free use is a form of power play,” he tells me at last, hands smoothing over the outside of my thighs to rest on my hips. “Taking on submissive and dominant roles during sex is far from uncommon, sweetheart. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Yeah, tell that to eighteen years of religious trauma and the best friend who will undoubtedly hate my guts if she learns about any of this.

Bram continues, his thumbs skimming back and forth over my protruding hip bones. “I have a high sex drive, Sophie. The thought of not having to stifle that with you is… incredibly appealing.”

His words are making my insides twist and my head spin. This is so, so, so wrong, but after a full year of celibacy and pining after the beautiful man whose cum is still sticky on my thighs, I’m weak.

I’m weak, and Bram Vogel is matter-of-factly telling mehe has a high sex drive.

Bram Vogel is telling me he has a high sex drive, and that he finds the idea of using me to satisfy it incredibly appealing.

It takes me a while to get it together enough to respond. “We shouldn’t even be talking about this,” I splutter, well aware that I’m completely naked and spread out beneath him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Nodding as if he’s taking this seriously—which I know he’s not—Bram gazes down at me with unrestrained desire. “Why don’t we use this storm as an opportunity to explore? It’s been a long time for me. I haven’t touched another woman since you started at E&V, Sophie. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t want to stop.”

Oh, he’s playing so dirty.

It’s totally working.

Like he knows I’m paralyzed with indecision, the hands on my hips vanish. As I watch, he shoves the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock bobs into the space between us, heavy and so swollen it looks painful.

My core clenches automatically and a strangled sob breaks from my lips as Bram grips himself, stroking slowly. “We have days ahead of us. Would you like to see what it’s like to be mine whenever I want you?”

Yes. Yes, I absolutely want that, but I also know it wouldn’t be just sex. I have feelings for him, and if the “I’mgoing to marry you” comment is anything to go by, Bram isn’t shying away from commitment.

This wouldn’t be some irrational combustion of need brought on by a near-death experience and some ill-advised behavior on a kinky dating app. I would be choosing to sleep with Bram Vogel, choosing to give myself over to him completely, regardless of the consequences.

This is a disaster waiting to happen, so why aren’t I saying no?

Probably because every single molecule in my body is screaming yes.

“What—” I falter, still torn between what I want and what I know I shouldn’t. “Maybe we could just do it one more time?”

That’s okay, right? Well, maybe not okay, but it wouldn’t make the situation worse?

Bram’s eyes flash. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Then, before I can question this vague-as-fuck statement, the gorgeous man between my thighs is getting back to his feet beside the bed, leaving me exposed and alone. My thighs snap back together, my heart rocketing into my throat, and Bram looks down at me, his lips curved into a dangerous smile.

“Come here.”

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