Page 61 of Whiskey Wednesdays

Nodding, I carefully scooted away from him and stood up. “Okay.”

I’d been living with the fear that Connor only wanted me because Elodie and I were close. At least he’d been honest. Connor said it himself. His life irrevocably changed when Elodie was born. He needed someone who would love and care for her, especially with her mother’s issues. But I couldn’t be with him if he only wanted me for his daughter.

I started for the door. “I need to go. Tell her I’ll talk to her tomorrow or Saturday–”

His arms wrapped around my chest, and he pulled my back into his front. I froze.

Leaning in, he kissed my neck. “I also want you because you’re sweet and kind when you aren’t throwing shade at me. You’re also smart.”

“Connor–”

His hand slid up my chest, gently circling my neck, and holding me still. “And you’re gorgeous, and sexy as fuck. Your face is part innocence, part wet dream. And I want to do dirty, nasty things to you, and make you like it all.”

My breath whooshed out and I went limp in his arms. Connor pushed his hard length against my back side.

“You have a naughty mouth, McCoy,” I grumbled.

“You have no idea.” His nose nudged my earlobe. “You always smell so good. Like coconut and sunshine.”

His touch made me shiver, and goosebumps broke out on my arms.

Brushing my hair aside, he let go of my neck and kissed and nibbled my collarbone. “The smell of coconut reminds me of you. It makes me want to bite and lick you.”

My breath caught and my nipples hardened. “You smell like sandalwood and sage. I used to hate that I liked your smell.”

He chuckled and slowly let go of me, took my hand, and led me back to the couch. Pulling me across his lap again, he tucked me into his side and palmed my stomach.

“I’m ten years older than you, and I’m a selfish bastard. I should stay away, but I’m not going to.”

Connor ran his fingers under the hem of my shirt, and my stomach clenched. He skimmed his thumb across the underside of my breast. I started panting and squirming on his lap. His touch ignited me, and I wanted to wrap myself around him and feel his skin on mine.

Palming my breast, he studied my face. “We need to talk, but I can’t keep my hands off you. So we’ll talk while I touch you.”

My body arched into his large, calloused hand and a moan escaped me. I couldn’t get my mouth to form words while his hands roamed my body. He slowly raised my shirt up, then pulled my bra down, watching my eyes as he did.

Tracing a thumb across my nipple, he leaned in and licked the other one. “I need to be in control when we fuck, and it’ll be a little rough. I also like to use ties and toys sometimes. I’ll make sure you like it. Just tell me if there’s something that worries you.”

My eyelids grew heavy and my breath sped up.

He continued to play with my breasts. “I’ll try to go slow, but I saw how you reacted when I tied your wrists up.”

He was right, so I didn’t deny it. “I… don’t have a lot of experience, but I do like sex.”

Connor grinned, then slowly reached down and unzipped my pants. “What are your fantasies? What gets you off?”

I blushed so hard, I could feel heat coming off my chest. “I read dark romance and erotica sometimes.”

“What kind of erotica?”

I swallowed as he gazed at my flushed chest and exposed breasts. My bra was a basic black one, and I’d probably bought it at Target. But his pupils were dilated and I could feel his long, hard length underneath me.

He leaned in and ran his nose along the swell, then he sucked a nipple and bit down on it. Gasping, I arched into his mouth.

“Tell me.”

“Submission. Being tied up. And maybe taken hard.”

He buried his lips in my neck and groaned. “Fuuuck.”

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