Page 65 of The Bad Girl

She shudders as I insert a long finger into her core, which soaks my hand.

“God, you’re so tight,” I say as her body clamps down and she begins gyrating her hips.

I pull out, rubbing her sexy juices on her nipples and taking one into my mouth.

She pants my name, again and again, and I realize that she’s already close. She’s so fucking easy to please, and damn, I love doing it.

Not wanting to miss the main course, I move quickly down her body, covering her engorged clitoris with my mouth and sucking ever so gently.

Her hips buck as she grabs a fist-full of my hair, keeping me close to her, and suddenly, she’s exploding, screaming, flailing, kicking, and grinding against my mouth, and it takes everything I have to maintain contact with her sweet cunt.

After what seems like a wild rollercoaster ride, her body stills, and when I give a little lick, she twists away, and I know it’s too sensitive, but by God, I want another course.

I crawl up Nadine’s body, straddle her, bring her wrists up over her head, and look down at her beautiful face.

“Nadine,” I say, ready to confess the myriad of emotions surging inside me.

“Yes?”

Say it—tell her how you feel. Tell her she’s your waking thought, your fantasy lover. Tell her she’s the only woman who’s made you lose your damn mind.

A pounding sounds on the door, and I jump from the bed to keep the desk secured against it. Nadine rushes to put on her clothes.

A shout sounds through the door. “The men have five minutes to use the bathroom, then come upstairs. The women are to stay below deck.”

I turn to Nadine, pulling her into an embrace. Her body is shaking from fear, and I wish more than anything that I could do something to calm her.

“You’re going to be fine,” I whisper. “I’m going to get cleaned up and go above deck. After you’re done using the bathroom, return immediately to the cabin and secure the door.”

“But—”

“No buts!” I snap a little too harshly.

I give her one last kiss before I release her and move the desk from the door.