Page 17 of Forbidden Match

He frowns. “Next time will last longer.”

“It was amazing, Levi,” I assure him, then perk up. “Wait, next time?”

He sits up to look down at me. “Should we get dressed and go eat dinner instead? I’m sure it’s still good.”

I grab him, pulling him back down to me, surprised and pleased to feel his cock already stiffening against my leg. “I’m hungry for only one thing and I think you know that.”

He nods sagely. “I’m the one who knows everything about you.”

“Oh, you think so?”

He drops his mouth close to mine, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Let me show you.”

I wrap my arms around him, delighted as he finds all the places where I’ve wanted him to kiss me. Needless to say, dinner just keeps getting colder out in the other room as we find much better ways to pass the night.

Chapter 7

Levi

I watch Molly get out of the rowboat then scramble onto the dock after her. I’m still a little stunned we spent the night together.

Okay, the one time would have beensomething, but we barely got a half an hour’s sleep last night. It was like the floodgates opened once we both realized we’d been yearning for each other.

I catch up to her and grab her hand, sweeping her hair off her shoulder so that I can kiss the spot behind her ear that she likes so much. She looks up at me, but her smile fades.

I know what she’s thinking, because I’ve been thinking it too—our perfect weekend together is about to come to an end.

And then what? Do I just tell Sam I’ve been fucking his sister while he’s been keeping my overtime crew under control? Am I supposed to stop doing it? Because I don’t think I can. I certainly don’twantto, that’s for sure.

When I start to say something, the look on Molly’s face stops me. She must be reading my mind and it’s clear she doesn’t want reality to intrude on our good time. Not yet.

So I tug her toward the hotel instead of the garden where we’re supposed to have another date doing some kind of crafty thing.

“Come on, unless you want anyone to see me getting under your skirt while you’re trying to make ivy wreaths or whatever we’re supposed to do.”

“Hmmm,” she says, pretending to think about it.

We could barely take our hands or mouths off each other long enough to eat breakfast earlier, and we’ve been out on the boat for an hour, determined to take advantage of the resort’s amenities. After that stretch of time, it’s like we’re people who’ve been stranded in the desert. We’re parched for each other’s touch.

I let my hand slide down her back to settle on her ass, giving her a squeeze. A second later I have her pressed against the side entrance of the hotel. She wraps her arms around my neck as I push against her just to show her how much I need her. She gasps.

“Ididkind of want an ivy wreath to take home,” she says, pushing her soft body against my cock.

I claim her mouth as she melts against me. When I pull away, her eyes are unfocused and her fingers are twisted in my hair. “Okay,” I say. “Wreath making it is.”

She laughs and drags me toward the elevators, throwing herself at me the moment the mirrored doors close behind us. She takes my hand and moves it between her thighs, watching our reflections in the mirror greedily.

“Can you make me come before it stops?” she asks, glancing at my eyes in the mirror.

I slide her skirt up and push my fingers under her panties, groaning when I feel how wet she is for me. “Is that a challenge, little girl?” I ask, finding her swollen clit and circling it with a fingertip. “Watch what I can do to your body.”

Her eyes follow my fingers as I move between her thighs, half hidden by her skirt. Her body begins to writhe as I push my fingers inside her tight channel, my free hand moving up to cup her tit and tease her taut nipple.

“Look how sexy you are when I make you feel this good,” I tell her. “Do you think someone’s watching this right now on a security feed? Watching me finger your hot little pussy until you—”

She gasps and jerks against me as I keep working her wet cunt. Turning her face into my chest, she moans into my shirt, digging her fingernails into my back. God, I can’t wait to sink my cock into her pulsing heat. As soon as the doors slide open, I pick her up and race into our suite. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, so I lift her onto the glossy stainless steel bar top instead. She spreads her legs wide, pushing on my shoulders.

“More,” she begs.

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