Page 33 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“What am I doing to you?” she asks teasingly.
I move to hover above her and press deliberately small kisses down her neck toward her collarbone. “Making me want to call you mine.”
She laughs loudly, and I’m surprised by that reaction and pull back.
“You are a book boyfriend.”
“You are too beautiful.” She closes her eyes, shaking her head. “You are!” Squeezing her waist, I never want to let her go. “I should go before we convince each other not to work today.”
“Not yet,” she says with a puppy dog expression. I lean down, pulling her dress up to her bra line.
Another tattoo.
There is some phrase in another language on her ribcage. It’s Cyrillic. I kiss the tattoo, which is met with a squirm. “Ticklish?” I ask, excited, and hold down her arms as I place kiss after kiss on her stomach and ribs. She’s playfully fighting, and it’s making me smile. “Don’t fight it,” I say, between kisses. “Give into it.”
She hums, a challenging sound, and I flick my eyes up. Staring at each other, I kiss up her body until I crash my lips into hers. “I’ve been neglecting your tits,” I say, breaking our kiss. “Sorry, baby.”
She raises her eyebrow.
“I am really sorry about that,” I tease, pulling the dress off of her, then kissing her cleavage. I tug her bra, exposing her nipple. “You can’t let me get away with this sort of thing.” She bites her lip, and I nod, flicking my tongue over her nipple. “You could punish me for that kind of mistake.”
“Yeah?”
“Make me scrub your floor or run errands for you.”
That’s always fun, being commanded.
She hums, amused and smiling. “I’ll have to put more thought into that.”
“You should.” I flick her other nipple with my tongue and move down her body. Grabbing the material of her thong at each hip, I play with it, debating if we should fuck or not.
We should wait.
I need to go to work.
If we start now, we’re not stopping.
“We can be good and bad together,” I say, still deciding. “But we have to take turns.”
“You’ve been a good boy before?”
“It’s fun.” I pull her thong past her ankles and drop it to the floor. “Everything’s fun with the right person.” The smile on her face. It’s amazing. “When you smile like that, I want to give you fucking everything.”
“You’re verygoodwith your words,” she whispers. “But we’re on a time crunch.”
I lean down, kissing her sassy mouth, then nestle between her legs again because I want more of her.
“Brandon!” she squeals as I make contact again. “I thought … I have to make you come.”
I shake my head, between her thighs. She does not have to make me come, and I want to make her scream once more before I leave.
“You’re spoiling me,” she pants, and I nod.
This time is going to be quicker, less teasing. I slide two fingers in and tap inside of her as I feather my tongue on her clit.
“Whoa,” she exhales. I’m curious if that’s new for her but not enough to break my rhythm and ask. “How am I supposed to work after this?” she asks, and I reach my hand up, covering her mouth because she needs to focus.
Taylor squirms, then her fingers tangle into my hair, pulling me closer to her. Her hips rock in a circle, and a muffled moan fills the room. I uncover her mouth, and she grabs for my hand, interlacing our fingers. Her breathing shifts, heavier, louder.
