Page 48 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
“Nearly a year.”
“Huh.” She appears to be thinking about it. I wish she wouldn’t. “Do you get on okay?”
I can’t believe she even asked that. “No.”
“Well, you might’ve. What’s he like?”
“What do youthinkhe’s like?” Irritation burns through me, although it’s not directed at her. “Why’s he really with my mother? That’s what I’d like to know.”
“You think he’s a hustler?”
I have the overwhelming urge to sayyes, he fucking is, except I don’t have any proof, and as far as I know, he’s never attempted to extort anything. And although I can’t understand Mum’s obsession with him, she’s far from a soft touch.
It’s frustrating, but I can’t lie. “I did a background check on him. Mum would kill me if she ever found out. But nothing came up. No police record. No dodgy dealings.”
“Wow. Parents can be such a worry sometimes, can’t they?”
She can say that again. “And now she’s on a cruise with him.”
“There’s one good thing about it, though.”
I can’t think of any. “What’s that?”
She gives me a wicked grin. “At least he’s not younger than you.”
It’s still dark when I’m pulled from a hot dream of Mac going down on me, to the reality of her tongue swirling over my dick. I groan and thread my fingers through her hair, and her teeth graze me as I feel her smile.
“Morning.” Her voice is husky, and she looks up at me from where she’s wriggled down the bed to my thighs. Shame all I can see is her outline, but hell, I’m not complaining.
“Best wake-up call I’ve ever had.”
“Your compliments are improving.”
“Just stating a fact.”
She wraps her hand around me, and an agonized groan burns my throat. Her lips are driving me out of my mind, but she doesn’t take me into her mouth.
Panting, she raises her head. “Chuck down a condom.”
I swing out my arm in the general direction of my bedside table, but my coordination is wrecked, and I knock the lamp onto the floor. She snorts with laughter, her naked tits jiggling against my thigh like erotic instruments of torture. Somehow, I yank open the drawer and scrabble around to find the bloody thing.
“Take your time.” She licks me before teasing my balls with the tip of her finger. I drop the fucking condom onto the floor. “I’ve got all day,” she adds in a sultry purr that fries whatever’s left of my motor functions.
This time I find an unopened box, and relief pounds through me. “Here.”
“Wow. You’re optimistic, aren’t you?” She takes the box, and I collapse back onto the bed.
I feel an explanation is necessary, but words are way too hard to find. “Always,” I manage, which at least makes her laugh again.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She rolls on a condom, taking so much care I can only think she wants me to beg for it. I’ve never begged in my life.
I might for her.
She sucks me into her mouth, hot and wet, and rakes her nails over my abs. I arch into her, can’t help it.So goddamn good.Her scent is intoxicating, spicing the air, and it fills my lungs with every harsh breath I take.Not gonna last long.I need to slow her down, need to claw back control.Need to fucking come.Her hair falls over my hips, brushing my skin with a teasing caress, and I forget everything but the slide of her mouth and touch of her hands.
Without warning she releases me, but before I can even groan a protest, she straddles my hips. “Need you inside me,” she gasps.
“Do it,” I growl, like I’m a Neanderthal, and hell if that image doesn’t make me harder than ever.
