Page 26 of Flirting With Disaster

Holy crap, this strong, sexually-aroused alpha male was taking control as she sat there, spread open and half naked like a strumpet high on Viagra. “Yes. Yes, please. Hurry, Beck.”

He smiled, then licked the finger he’d used inside her like an orgasmic weapon. He rubbed that finger over her bottom lip and, as her tongue touched her lip, she tasted herself. Oh. My. God.

Beck stepped back, lifted her off the table and cradled her to his chest.

“Beckette!”

“I may be a beast, but I’m not making love to you in a public kitchen. What I’m going to do to you isn’t fit for onlookers.”

“But the counter! I have to clean the counter! It’s dirty, unsanitary with what we just did!”

“Baby, you haven’t seen dirty yet.”

Twelve

“I have just got a new theory of eternity.”

Albert Einstein

Beck plopped her on his bed then stood back and stared.

Jude was nervous, exposed, lacking.

He smiled—a smile so sinister and calculating and filled with potential for debauchery, she tingled all over again between her legs.

He wanted her. He wanted Jude Duffy. Boring, inexperienced Jude Duffy.

Her eyes were drawn to his long fingers. Fingers that had just been inside her as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down around his hips. His penis protruded, strong, hard, and ready. She’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the porn magazines she’d just purchased. It was so beautiful she needed to touch it, reached with both hands and took hold of the warm, satiny, rock-hard appendage.

His head dropped back and he moaned. Jude liked that. She, Jude Duffy, had made this sexual beast moan. It was empowering.

She lifted her eyes to his sensual gaze. “What do I do? Teach me.”

Beck’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply. He placed his hand over hers and guided her to stroke him, where to touch him, how to make love to him.

She wanted more.

Joy rippled through her veins. She studied the magnificent penis in her hands as a small bead of semen leaked from the soft shiny head. She had the most unsanitary, compulsive, deviant need to taste. The desire to run her tongue over the velvety head. To explore the

hard shaft with her lips.

So she did.

And it was absolute.

Absolute beauty, absolute trust, absolute passion, an absolute yearning to bring love and solace to this injured man.

She tasted and suckled, exploring every inch of his hunger for her. This wasn’t a physical act. It was emotional, passionate…covetous.

“Enough!” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her with abandon, his cock rubbing against her wet swollen tissues. “I need to be inside you. I’ve got to feel you wrapped around me, holding me, grounding me.”

Jude closed her eyes. No nervousness, no dread, just sheer awe.

“Don’t close your eyes. We’re in this together. Are you sure this is what you want?” His amber eyes were laced with lust and restraint as he waited for her consent.

She nodded and looked down between them as he slipped on a condom. A small thread of disappointment ran through her. Protection. But it was okay. She didn’t want to drag this wonderful man into her hair-brained scheme.

He wrapped his hand around his massive erection and pressed her back onto the bed. He settled his warm, hard body over hers, his weight a magnificent pressure. He stilled until she looked into his eyes.

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