Page 138 of Will Bark for Pizza
Had Beckett Campbellreadmy book?
No. He just remembered the characters the entire book club were still talking about.
“Just like that scene in the library,” he said against my ear.
Fuck, he had.
“Beck . . . I’m going . . . going to?—”
He pulled his hand away seconds before I was due to explode.
“What the?—”
“What did I tell you?” he said.
Fuck. I’d dropped a hand from the bookshelf without realizing it. I replaced it instantly, desperate for him to finish me off. Ineededthis release. I needed him to give it to me.
“Please,” I begged, turning my head over my shoulder to meet his gaze. It was liquid heat.
I parted my lips in anticipation.
He kissed me the same moment he dove back into my pants. There was nothing slow about his movements this time. His hand moved savagely through my folds. He slipped a finger inside me, and that was it. I clenched, bracing for the powerful orgasm. I cried out as my climax fucking wrecked me.
My body shook violently.
I gripped the bookshelf so hard I heard a crack.
Beckett held me to him, one hand on my breast, one anchored between my legs, as wave after wave of pleasure pummeled me. He held me until my body stopped jerking from the euphoric intensity of it all.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking witnessed,” Beckett said, kissing my temple. “Next time,” he said, dragging his hands leisurely across my body as he pulled them away, “I want totasteyou as I make you come.”
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Next time.
Beckett implied there would be anext time, and it was making it impossible to focus on anything else. Including the sketch right in front of me with my rough ideas for a new store layout.
Had I ever had an orgasm I felt in my entire fucking body?
No.
Until last night, I didn’t think they were possible. I’d written about them, convinced they were pure fiction. I’d had orgasms before. Good ones, too. But until Beckett got hold of me, I had no idea what I was missing. Every time I so much as glanced at the empty shelf where the travel section once lived, my entire body tingled from the inside out.
What happened last night couldn’t happen again.
We both knew that.
Yet he implied there would be a next time.
“You all right, dear?” Lotti asked, a knowing smile on her face that said I wasn’t wearing a blank expression.
“Fine,” I said. Or, I attempted to say. I had to clear my throat and try again. “I’m fine.”
“Sure, you are,” Thelma cackled, reaching for a donut on the community table we gathered around to discuss the changes. With the number of shelves that were total losses and the rest currently empty, we decided it was the perfect time to make some changes with the overall layout of the store.
“Do you think we should move the children’s section to the front?” I asked.
