Page 118 of On Edge

“That’s not the right hole.”

I snort. “Isn’t it?”

I give another thrust and then bend down and bite her on her luscious ass cheeks. She gasps and kicks. But still she doesn’t tell me no. Her little mewls like a cat in heat tell me she’s desperate like I am.

“I don’t want you looking at that part of me.”

If she could see what I see, she’d know how fucking beautiful she is, but I can’t say it. That would give her ideas, and that wouldn’t be fair. This can’t go anywhere.

Instead, I move away from her ass, spread her legs wide, and crouch to kiss her sweet pussy until she’s writhing on the table. Every time she tries to close her legs, I push them apart. Every time she tries to get up, I press her back down and hold her there.

I’m not finished.

When my tongue darts out to lick her slit, she squeals.

“Oh God.”

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?”

“No…” she tails off. “Don’t stop.”

I lick her again, deep and slow, and she lets out a moan. The sound of it goes straight to my cock.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Vulnerable and trusting in a way that makes everything twist in my chest. She shouldn’t trust me. She should run. But here she is, trembling under my hands, and I’m the bastard who can’t let her go.

When she’s on the edge, shuddering at the barest touch, I straighten up, unbuckling my belt, tasting her still on my lips. “Now, I’m going to fucking break you so you can’t bake anymore. We have enough pies.”

I’m straining in my damn pants.

As I line up with her warm pussy, she sucks in a breath, darting a look over her shoulder at me. “But I’ve never—” Her voice cracks. And then there’s that terrified look as her eyes meet mine, back to fucking haunt me.

Her fingers clutch at the counter’s edge, knuckles white, like she’s trying to be brave.

Flour dust puffs around her like clouds as she breathes out.

I go still.

I’m right there, the head of my cock nudging her slick entrance. I can feel how soaking wet she is. How ready is she for me.

Just one fucking thrust.

“You’re really a virgin?”

“Yes.”

I thought it was a lie.

How could she not have…

Fuck.

Cold slices through my gut. Richard’s pristine, perfect daughter, who somehow ended up engaged to an ex-conmonster, is a virgin. And I was about to fuck her over a kitchen table just to stop feeling empty for five fucking minutes.

Of all the shitty things I’ve done, doing that can’t be one of them. I’m not that much of an asshole.

Calmly, or I might combust, I shove my cock inside my pants, redo my belt, and reach for my wine.

Sage is looking at me like I’ve killed her kitten and left it for her to clean up. “So that’s it?”