Page 27 of Legal Seduction
“So you’re not looking to get married anytime soon?”
She opened her mouth. And he expected an adamantnoto come out of her lips. But then it was as if she caught herself and forced out a wistful sigh instead. “I would have said no,” she admitted, “a few days ago...”
“What’s changed?” he asked.
“You.” She slid forward and dropped to her knees on the floor between their seats, and she was between his legs. “You’ve changed. You notice me now.”
“You’re kind of hard to miss,” he murmured. And he wondered again what the hell she was up to...even as he was up again, his dick hardening and pushing against the fly of his pants.
Even though he couldn’t trust her, he wanted her. But then he couldn’t trust anyone. So it didn’t matter much. He just knew that he would never be able to trust her.
* * *
Bette glanced at the dark glass separating the front seat from the back seats. There was no way the driver could see back there. Was there?
Did she care?
As a preacher’s daughter, she should. But hell, Daddy had consigned her to hell long ago when she’d professed her love of fashion over bible studies. And she didn’t consider pleasure the sin that Daddy did.
She’d never felt as much pleasure as she had with Simon Kramer. And she knew it was going to end soon like all of his liaisons did. She was unsettling him with her actions and her words. While he was off balance, Bette wanted to push him over the edge, to the madness that he’d driven her to just a short time ago on her couch.
So she stayed on her knees between his legs, and she reached for the zipper on his pants. His breath hissed out with the sound of the metal sliding down as she lowered his zipper. She pushed aside the fine cotton material of his briefs and freed his penis. It pulsated and vibrated in her touch, veins bulging on it like the veins bulging on his neck as he arched his head back.
“Bette...” Her name was just a groan on his lips. “What are you doing?”
She peeked up at him through her lashes. “You don’t know? And here I thought you were the experienced one.”
He narrowed his eyes and stared down at her. “You’re really a preacher’s daughter?” he asked, and there was skepticism in his deep voice.
“I’m the black sheep,” she admitted. “The one who left for the big city and a life of sex and drugs.” Even though it was what her family believed, she laughed like it was all a joke. “Since I’m not into drugs, I guess I will have to settle for the sex.”
“You should never settle,” he told her.
She felt the same way, that her mom and sister had settled for security. But in that security, they were insecure because they had no idea who they were anymore. Because they had had to change so much for their partners.
If Bette ever really fell for anyone, he would have to love and respect her for who she was and not try to change her to fit into his life. Not that she wanted to fall for anyone.
So she didn’t risk settling for a person, she’d rather just settle for sex. But sex with Simon wasn’t a consolation prize. It was the grand prize.
Like most lottery winners who couldn’t make the money last, she knew the pleasure would eventually end, as well. So she had to make the most of it. The most of her time with him...
She lowered her mouth and closed it over the tip of his penis. It moved against her tongue, which she swirled around the girth of him.
He groaned and reached out, tangling his fingers in her hair. She’d have to redo the pins later because she felt some slip free. But she didn’t care.
She didn’t care about anything but driving him crazy.
He was too big for her to take all of him in her mouth. So she used her hands, too, sliding them up and down the length of him while she sucked on the head. Then she’d draw in a deep breath and take him as deep as she could manage in her throat.
Teasing him...
His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders and gripped them as if trying to pull her up from her knees. “Bette, you’re killing me...”
With his cock in her mouth, she looked up at him. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip.
And that control he seemed so reluctant to let go of must have snapped again. He arched his hips with the need to thrust. So she took him deeper in her throat.
Then she slid her mouth up and down him.
