Page 11 of Anything Goes

Moving her hand down to my zipper, she stroked gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Really? So, you’re just going to tease me like that? I’m leaving,” I hopped up from the couch, but she quickly yanked me back down.

“No, I’m sorry.” She laughed. “Don’t leave. I promise not to do anything else to mess with you tonight.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m serious, Law. I just want your company. That’s it.”

I took a deep breath, my eyes lingering over her in suspicion. I wasn’t convinced at all. Alauni wasn’t lying when she said that things get crazy when the sun goes down. During the day, Alauni was the ultimate professional. Classy suit, tight bun, proper English…all of that shit. But at night, it was a different story. The freak in her always reared its head, and her mouth said and did things that had me forgetting that I was the one in charge.

“Fine, I’ll stay, but I suggest you keep your other half under control. Because if she comes out to play, it’s a wrap. I’m fucking the shit out of her, and I won’t give a damn about how you feel about it in the morning. Got it!”

She nibbled on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. She was trying her best to control her breathing. But like always, her little horny ass was turned on.

In moments like this, Alauni struggled to stay in control. The only way to keep the inevitable from happening was for me to get up and leave.

But I wasn’t doing that.

I wanted Alauni just as bad as she wanted me, and if there was even the slightest chance that I could have her, I was taking it.

5

Alauni

Take your ass back to sleep, Alauni.

Don’t fall into the trap of fucking this man when you promised yourself that you wouldn’t. You’re stronger than this.

I stared at the wall in front of me, trying to ignore how good it felt to be wrapped in Law’s arms. Thankfully, my couch had a chaise attached to it, which allowed us to stretch out. It was actually one of my favorite spots to lay on.

Okay, maybe I should have made him go home.

I was trying to stay focused, but that was pretty damn hard since his dick was poking its way between the crack of my ass. The more I tried to reel myself in, the more I thought about climbing on top of him.

This can’t be normal.

What had me so hooked on this man?

I turned over to look at him, my eyes finding joy in the fact that I had the pleasure of being face to face with such a man. Even in his sleep, he was sexy. His thick shoulders rising and falling with every breath that he took in. I knew why I was in love with him, but I was so afraid. Afraid of falling into the same trap twice. I hated myself for thinking that way, but I couldn't seem to stop it.

But just for a moment, I wanted to believe that I could be with him in the way that he wanted me to. That I could see him as being the one person in the world that wouldn’t deceive me. Taking in that thought, I leaned my lips into his neck and kissed him slowly. He didn’t move right away, which was good. It gave me a chance to just explore him with my mouth and cater to my elicit thoughts.

Taking my time, I gave him a gentle push, so he was flat on his back. My heart wanted to please him.

I could feel him starting to stir and his eyes trying to open. Using my hand, I covered his eyes and lifted up his shirt. Trailing my lips down his chest, I kissed all of my favorite parts. I didn’t stop until I was at his belt buckle, which I slowly unraveled and removed with my teeth.

It was a trick that I’d mastered and used only on him.

When I'd completed that task, I moved on to the next, which was getting his pants down to his knees. He lifted up but didn't say a word.

He knew better.

If I was moving forward with an act, stopping me was never in his best interest.

When his pants hit the floor, his dick sprung through the opening of his boxers and my mouth latched on without second-guessing its purpose.

Tasting him had always been my goal. I knew his flavor by heart.