Page 117 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“You can safe word out at any time. Red, yellow, green.” Alex ticked off, somehow already aware that I was familiar with the stoplight system. How the hell had he known I’d understand that? “Lucky guess,” he said, reading my mind for what felt like the millionth time.

“Alex.” I squirmed some more. Why was the fact that he’d had me pegged so effectively so attractive?

“I’m not going to ask again.” Alex’s voice took on that low tone. No teasing. A simple, effective command made even more effective by the fact that he hardly ever dropped his playful attitude.

I gulped, cheeks flushed.

“Duchess,” I finally replied, the word ripped right out. “Or baby.”

“Both?”

“Yes.”

“You like both,” Alex confirmed, pleased as fuck as he bent close. “Don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good boy.” A pleased shiver ran up my spine as Alex laced a tender, almost apologetic kiss against my mouth. “Alright. You gave me what I wanted. Now I’m going to give you what you want.”

“Please, please, please—” Wow. I had not meant to say that. I had apparently been whittled down to nothing. Instead of teasing, or finding triumph in the fact that my walls had shattered, Alex’s smile grew soft.Proud.

“What a good boy you are, Duchess,” Alex murmured. “Being so very sweet for me, aren’t you? So patient, playing my games.”

I had been patient.

So patient.

And my dick hurt—and I just?—

“You’re going to need to be quiet,” Alex purred against my ear. I nodded eagerly, my knees pinching together as my cock pushed insistently against my jeans. “Someone could walk by—it’s a risk.”

“I know,” I managed, because I did know.

“Are you drunk, Georgie?” Alex questioned, sliding down my body, slow and sure. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

“No. I already told you I’m not. I haven’t been since…since before the kissing.”

“Good.” Alex slipped lower, lower. His breath ghosted my abs where my shirt had ridden up. “Just making sure. And you want my mouth on you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Even though we’re out in the open—where anyone could see?” Fuck. How the hell did he know that turned me on? I could hardly breathe I was so fucking hard. Stars swam as I pinched my eyes shut and nodded.

“I want it.”

“Quiet,” Alex reminded me. “Put your hand over your mouth.” I did as I was told, belatedly realizing the hand on my lips was the cum-coated one. Grimacing, I forced back my initial reaction, instead letting the heat of my current bad decisions simmer between my legs.

I spread my legs a little, and Alex’s fingers worked my button free, then my zip. By the time he’d shoved my jeans down enough my briefs were showing, I was already whining up a storm behind my hand.

“That’s not very quiet,” Alex admonished, fingers slipping along the waistband of my underwear. My hips jolted up, and he clicked his tongue in reply. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing again or serious, so I was quick to shake my head, hand still firmly over my mouth.

“Are you shaking your head in agreement or disagreement?’”

It was definitely not a good idea. Not at all. As he’d pointed out, we’re out in the open. We could get caught at any moment, and while slipping my hand in his pants could be easily concealed, his face full of my dick could not. It was a bad choice. A bad decision. Stupid.

But I wanted it.

I wanted it so fucking bad.

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