Page 67 of Indulge
She is all I can see. Her mouth on me, kissing my throat, and it’s her hand around me, jerking me off.
The things I would do to her.
“Fuck, Bella, fuck!” I whisper.
My heart leaps into my throat when I hear loud clapping coming from behind me. I take a deep breath.
I’ve been good up until this point.
I turn to face her, stroking my cock, my eyes meeting hers.
She has a naughty smile on her lips, and her breath catches.
“No singing this time, rockstar?” she teases.
Her eyes glance down to my dick and they go wide, mouth dropping open. I can’t help but grin.
“You like, precious?”
I run the tip of my finger along the four bars at the base of my cock.
She nods slowly, eyes grazing over my body. Like I’m on display just for her.
I step out of the shower, and I don’t grab a towel.
“I was singing back there, Bel. Didn’t you hear me moan your name?” I tilt my head, watching the fast rise and fall of her chest as I approach.
“I-I did.”
She steps in, and I lean around her and close the door and lock it.
“What do you want with me, baby?” I ask her.
We both know the answer. It’s undeniable between us.
Her nails drag up my chest and she wraps her hand around my throat. So, I repay the favor. Tighter.
That makes her smile, and my heart hammers in response.
This woman has me under her spell, and I have no intention of breaking it. “Tell me, Bella,” I whisper, nose almost brushing hers. “Use your words. What do you want?”
Her nails graze my chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I want you, Rowan, in really naughty ways,” she breathes.
For a second my heart stops. The world goes quiet except for the hiss of the shower. I tilt my forehead to hers, fighting the war in my head.
This is Reggie’s fiancée. This is everything I shouldn’t want. And yet she’s standing here, close enough to taste, daring me to move.
Fuck it.
I crash my lips over hers, and my world fucking stops spinning. Our teeth clatter, our tongues colliding. I don’t break the kiss as I drag her back under the spray of warm water.
The line has been crossed, and I’m not a good enough man to stop this.
“You’re far too overdressed for this,” I mutter between kisses.
“Fix it then, rockstar.”
I don’t waste any time, pulling the crop top over her head, sliding her shorts over her fine ass. Leaving her in her black lace underwear.
