Page 71 of Learn Your Lesson

“I want to see that again.”

And then, showing he was even stronger than his muscles let on, he lifted me until I had no choice but to hold tight to his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.

His erection met my center, my pants wet and sticking to me, and he groaned at the proof of what he’d done as he carried me over to the kitchen island.

My backside landed on the cool stone top, and then he slapped the side of my ass.

“Lift.”

I pressed into my palms, and he tucked his fingers under the band of my pajamas and ripped them down in one fell swoop.

He peeled them off one leg and then the other, groaning when he saw that I didn’t have another layer underneath.

I should have been embarrassed. I should have clamped my knees together and winced at the fact that this man had me spread wide on a countertop with evidence that I’d just come by humping his leg right in his face.

Instead, I reached down into the deepest depths of my soul and tried to find confidence, to hold onto whatever it was I had that made Will Perry look at me the way he was right now.

Like I was beautiful.

Like I was sexy.

Like I was everything he wanted.

Be bold, I heard Livia say, and I embraced that with everything I had.

With his eyes devouring my body, Will wrapped those gargantuan hands around my thighs and tugged me hard until my ass hung off the edge of the counter and my hands shot out to grip whatever I could to keep me steady.

“So fucking wet after that,” he mused, and my soul left my body when he swiped one finger through where I glistened for him.

He didn’t penetrate me, just teased and played and watched where he touched me like he was committing every inch to memory.

My heart pounded like a drum.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’tbelievethis is happening.

Will looked up at me, his golden eyes dark and promising, his tongue jutting out to wet his lip.

And when he dropped his mouth to my pussy, I nearly passed out on the spot.

Sit On Me

Will

Those sweet little sounds would be the death of me.

Every time I touched her, Chloe’s breath would quicken or release in a heated gasp.

When I whispered dirty words against her ear, she’d reward me with a whimper.

And when I finally licked my way between her thighs, gliding my tongue flat and hot along her seam, she moaned my name in a way I knew I’d hear echoed in my dreams for life.

I didn’t allow myself time to think about what we were doing. I didn’t want to give my common sense the chance to tell me all the reasons it was stupid and irresponsible and likely to lead to a crash. Instead, I put my thoughts on mute and let myself be consumed by everything that Chloe Knott was as I unraveled her.

My cock was swollen and aching for her as I took my time between her legs, savoring what I’d imagined tasting for weeks now. She was soaked from her first release, theone she’d worked out with both of us fully clothed and her just rubbing herself against my thigh.

The memory made my dick jump against my pants, begging to be set free, but I wanted to lick another orgasm from her before I got my own.