Page 36 of Pretty Lethal
“Yeah, but I don’t even have any of her books here with me. I left them all behind at my old apartment. The only way you could have known is if…” I gasp, turning to face him. “Is if you were paying attention four years ago.”
He gives a nonchalant shrug as though it’s nothing, although it’s not just nothing to me. It’s… everything.
“You were paying attention four years ago, and I… missed it.”
His hand comes up to run along the side of my face. “You’re paying attention now.”
I close my eyes as tears sting the back of them, and my words come out choked. “I’m so sorry, Wilder.”
“Don’t be. We’ve both made mistakes, but we’re here now. Together. And that’s all that matters.”
My heart breaks and reforms as I fall into his chestnut hues, losing myself in the depth of the love I see shining within them. I only look away when the lights dim and the author moves to sit on the stool in the center of the room. I stifle a squeal, unable to believe I’m in the same room as her.
I’ve been reading her romance novels since I was a teenager. They’ve always been my escape from the world whenever I needed it and formed the basis of what I thought I wanted in a relationship. Of course, her books are more lovey-dovey than my life turned out. I ended up with three dark men who would literally tear apart the world to get to me, but I’m more than happy with how my happy ending has worked out.
As she cracks open the book and begins to read, I glance back at Wilder with a wide smile on my face. He kisses me briefly before wrapping his arms tighter around me, and I snuggle deeper into him as we slouch further down on the beanbag.
I lose myself in the reading until, during a particularly spicy scene, I feel Wilder’s fingers begin to roam. They brush back and forth on the inside of my thigh, climbing higher each time and inching my skirt up.
Sliding his hand beneath the bunched fabric, I gasp at the press of his warm palm against my skin as he slides it closer to my core.
“Wilder,” I hiss in chastisement, batting at his hand.
“What, Angel? Don’t think I didn’t feel you squirming against me when she was describing Geoff’s engorged cock sliding into her dripping cunt,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
Before I can stop him, his fingers cup my pussy, and he finds the evidence to support his statement. His chest hums with satisfaction as his index finger strokes along the front of my wet panties.
“Is this why you read smutty romance books?” he purrs. “Porn for women, huh? Do you get yourself off to the dirty things you read in these books?”
Sometimes, though I’m not about to tell him that, even if I was capable of forming words right now.
When his finger dips beneath the elastic of my panties, the air stalls in my lungs. I tense while glancing around to see if anyone is watching us.
“No one’s looking,” he reassures, and I realize he’s right. I also realize he deliberately picked this spot for exactly this purpose. It’s removed from the rest of the seating, out of view from prying eyes, and in the darkest corner of the shop. “And it will remain that way unless you give them a reason to look over here.”
My teeth slide into the plump flesh of my bottom lip, intent on remaining silent as Wilder runs his fingers along my slit, gathering the juices before gliding them over my clit.
I stare pointedly at a spot on the wall on the opposite side of the room, no longer able to concentrate on the author’s voice as he works me into a frenzy. My body grows hot and I can’t seem to sit still as I press further into him, wriggling and shifting with each thrum of his fingers against my most sensitive part. I can feel his erection digging into my back, and it only escalates the desire flooding my veins until the room falls away and all that exists is Wilder’s fingers as he slides them into my aching channel.
His tongue flicks out to lick my earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the skin. “You’re being such a good girl, Angel. So quiet. Do you want a reward?”
With my teeth still firmly lodged in my bottom lip, I nod, desperate for release. Wilder’s breath fans over my cheek as his dark chuckle rumbles softly in my ear.
“Lift your ass,” he orders.
I hesitate, and he gives me a firm smack against my pussy as a reprimand. When I do as he says, Wilder slips his other hand beneath my dress and, tucking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, he tugs them down until they are wrapped around my thighs. He orders me to stay there. Then I feel him moving beneath me as he unbuckles his pants and pushes down his own clothing. At the brush of his cock against my ass, I gasp quietly and do another anxious sweep of the room.
There’s still no one looking our way, and heat floods me when I realize we’re about to fuck in a room full of unsuspecting people. It’s highly erotic, knowing anyone could look over here and see us at any second. And when Wilder’s engorged head presses against my entrance, he lowers me onto him, sliding in easily.
“Angel,” he groans quietly in my ear. “If I’d known exhibitionism was your kink, I’d have fucked you in public ages ago.”
He begins to move against me, our position meaning his thrusts are slow and deep, hitting just right as my orgasm starts to unfurl.
“You’re so tight at this angle. So fucking perfect. Are you going to come all over my cock in front of all these people, Angel?”
His dirty words are my undoing, and my head falls back against his shoulder, my chest rising in heaving pants as I lose control. I feel his hand slide around my throat, squeezing just enough to prevent any sounds from escaping as his hips slam into mine. He buries his face in my hair, groaning into my ear as we both come apart.
I sag against him, euphoria making my body feel heavy and sated as the author’s voice slowly filters back into my awareness. We sit like that for a while, with Wilder’s soft cock nestled inside me, my panties around my thighs and my skirt hitched up as we both catch our breaths.
