Page 180 of Hard to Resist

“Oh my God, Cullen! You almost scared the living hell out of me.”

“Sorry. I did text you.”

She lets out a huff, placing her headphones on her desk and picking up her phone, giving it a quick glance.

“Well, I was busy—in the zone.”

“I figured.” I brace my hands on either arm rest, caging her in. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“I met with Halston.”

She sucks in a breath. “And?”

“And it’s done.”

“Done, done?”

“Done, done.”

She lets out a squeal, throwing her arms around my neck and dragging me down. I can feel her smile against my neck, and it makes me grin back.

“Congratulations, Cullen.”

“Thank you, angel.”

She pulls back, giving me the full wattage of her expression. “We have to celebrate. What do you want to do? Hannah said we should throw you a divorce party, and I think that could be super fun. Do you think we could get Chloe to make some custom donuts? We can have them say ‘finally free’ or something else that’s, like, divorce branded. Or is that kind of insensitive?”

“No, it’s not a bad idea, and I’m sure my sister would love that, but…”

“But?”

“We can save that for later. For now, there’s just one way I want to celebrate.” I place my hand on her ribs and then slowly drag it down to her waist.

“Oh?” she teases. “Do tell.”

“Well first—” I lean down and brush the tips of our noses together “—I was thinking I would kiss you.”

I press my lips against hers with just enough pressure that she melts back against the chair.

“And then I was going to carry you to your bed and have you sit on my face until you are moaning with pleasure, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, just as your orgasm is about to crest, I’d flip you over and fill you to the brim with my cock. And I would take you, stroke for stroke, pushing you to the edge until you are crying my name and your pussy is begging for relief. My cock would have you feeling delirious, and you would come all over it right as I come inside you. Sound good?”

Just talking about what I am going to do to her has my blood pumping straight to my cock. I can’t help but tease my fingers under the edge of her tank top, brushing them along her skin. She’s not wearing a bra, and the temptation to just reach up and squeeze her tits has my mouth watering.

Her lids are hooded, heat swirling in her baby blues.

“That’s not a bad idea, but I think it could use a little improvement.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She slips off the chair, kneeling on the rug at my feet.

“Verity.”

“Yes?” She blinks up at me innocently as she reaches to unbutton my pants.

It’s my undoing.

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