Page 34 of Her Double Desire

Eyeing him, I place my hands on her shoulder's. “Go help Jared strip down. He seems lonely.”

“I'm not fucking lonely,” he mutters.

“Then you want me to keep her all to myself?”

He opens his mouth, but Veronica speaks first. “Stop it, don't fight. I want to undress him, I just wasn't sure how to ask.” I watch in amazement as she shrugs me off, approaching Jared.

His eyebrows creep up as she gets near him. Wordlessly, she drags her nails down his shirt. Popping a few buttons, she guides it up over his chest. I focus on her round ass when she squats low, fiddling with his pants until they're around his ankles. He steps out of them, but when she reaches out for his boxers, he shakes his head.

“Now what?” she rasps, her eyes cloudy with need.

Together we attack.

Gripping her chin, I tilt her back so I can lick her neck. Her scent reminds me of fresh raspberries... of a kiss in the summer when I was young and idealistic. Veronica's heavy lashes dip low when I unhook her bra. Tenderly, I suckle at her hard nipples.

I'm itching to explore every inch of her nubile figure. Tracing her lean muscles, I toy with the bunny tail. I flick it, then tug, forcing erotic moans from her pink lips.

Something shoves me aside—Jared, who muscles in so he can kiss her. I realize, than, that I still haven't. But why should I? Kissing is meant for emotional events... for people with open hearts ready for love.

Idiots, more precisely.

Unlike Jared, I'm not foolish enough to let myself get caught up in feeling anything for Veronica. She's a pawn. Our gift to Oliver.

Another step towards redemption for a mistake that still haunts me.

“Move,” I say flatly, pushing Jared aside. He admonishes me with a scowl. Ignoring him, I lie flat on the bed, pulling my briefs down to expose my cock. It bounces into the air like a flag claiming a new country. “I'm done waiting. It's time for the real fun, little lamb. Come ride me.”

She's fixated entirely on my rigid cock. I'm just as fascinated by her reaction to the sight of it.It's because she's nearly a virgin,I remind myself harshly. I can't let myself get wrapped up in her raw obsession. She'd respond the same way to any cock, not just mine.

I'm not special.

I...

“Fucking hell,” I whisper thickly as she straddles my hips. The view of her naked body, her ample breasts with their rosy, upturned nipples, is striking. She meets my eyes, and briefly, we share an understanding. It's a simple one—the desire to make each other feel good—but it's been so long since I've connected with anyone like that. It might even be the first time.

A foil square hits my chest; startled, I grab the condom Jared threw. He sends me a pointed look, so I send one back.Right, don't want to knock up the boss's new toy.When I think about that... how all of this effort is being done to make Veronica perfect for Oliver... a gigantic ball convulses in my guts.

Is this jealousy?

Bitterness?

I throw the condom at Veronica, focusing on her instead of the tiny, miserable voice in my head. “Put it on me.”

She fumbles with the condom.It's the first time she's put one on a man,I think, amazed. Her ex really was awful. Carefully, like the condom is a grenade that could go off, she glides the latex over my cock-head.

I thrum in delight, burying my hands in the blanket. “Good girl,” I whisper.

“Thank you,” she says, glancing up at me.

My smirk returns. “Well? Fuck me. Unless you don't want to.”

We all know she does; quickly she scrambles forward, spreading her thighs, hovering her dripping cunt over my thick tip. Her limbs shake as she lowers herself.

The heat resonating from her snatch makes me swoon. It takes all I have not to lift my hips and slam into her. I want to relish this... I want to experience it without missing a beat.

“Aaah,” she hisses, sinking down onto my first inch. White fire flares in my skull, then in my chest, then in my belly. My balls draw up, hands reaching down to grab her hips. I don't move her, I just hold her as she lets her weight bring her down onto my patch of pubic hair.

And it's fucking astounding. All of it, every little moment.

One single, agonizing stroke shouldn't feel this perfect. But it does, and as I look past her shoulder, I catch the longing in Jared's stare. He knows what I'm feeling; he wants the same thing.

Sharing this woman might be harder than either of us bargained for.

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