Page 63 of Fraud
KATE’S MOUTH WAS LIKE THEmost addictive substance on the planet.
From the moment I’d had my first taste, I’d been hard-pressed to think of anything else. She was a crazy enigma that I couldn’t resist.
Fire and passion all contained in a pretty little package.
And I had just been given the present of a lifetime.
Was I worthy?
Probably not.
But I was going to take it anyway.
I pushed her back onto the bed, feeling her soft body surrender beneath me. She wore a dress tonight, which only gave my eyes an abundant sight of her long, lean legs. She’d told me in passing one day that she loved to run, and damn if it didn’t show in her toned thighs and tight ass. My hand caressed both as she slowly melted in my arms.
Every part of me wanted to rip that dress from her body and ravage her properly.
Like it was meant for me.
But I knew better, and there would be time for that and all my other fantasies later.
So, instead, I took it slow, treating every stroke of my hand, every brush of my fingers, like a single treasured memory in time.
I knew I was crossing the line.
I knew this was far beyond the call of duty.
I had everything I needed. I should have left days ago. Finding out Kate was a virgin could be the discovering of my career.
I could see it all over the newspapers.
Laura Stone, Virgin Erotica Writer Exposed.
But, every time I’d tried to write it down, I would get stuck.
Stuck in the memories of her mouth on mine.
Stuck in the revolving thoughts of her bare breasts pushed up against my chest.
And then she’d shown up here, begging me for the one thing I desperately wanted to give her.
How could I say no?
Our mouths fused together, two hot and burning entities becoming one. I pulled the cardigan from her shoulders, kissing the tender flesh around her neck, and her head fell back in ecstasy.
Knowing I was the first man to touch her like this was more thrilling than I’d anticipated.
I felt like a fucking king laying claim to his dominion.
Only it wasn’t land I was after. Just the sweet surrender of Kate as she came over and over, calling my name.
Jesus, just thinking about it nearly had me coming undone.
Her back arched off the bed, pushing those gorgeous breasts upward. I took it as a subtle invitation, pulling the tiny straps of her dress down to her waist.
“You never cease to surprise me, Miss O’Malley.” I smiled widely as I fingered the soft pink lace of her bra.
“You seem to bring out the wild side in me,” she replied.
