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The pose is open but exhausted, and I can’t help but imagine myself crawling between his legs, hands on his thighs…
“One last thing.” I grip the door a little tighter. The butterflies are back in full force. “Yeah?” “Whose abs are better—mine or SRK’s in ‘Dard-e-Disco’?” The unexpected question shocks a laugh out of me. I can’t even pretend to not find it funny. “Stop fishing for compliments,” I scold him. Because Dev’s abs are better. And that’s saying something.
This is the Dev I know—confident and content.
“God, I am so impressed by you.”
She deserves this praise and more.
How much I want him.
We both know what we want. What we need. The only question is whether we’re reckless enough to go after it.
like it’s natural for her body to seek out mine.
She’s a phenom, a genius at what she does. And goddamn if I’m not getting a little hard right now because of how passionate she is about this plan. About me.
All I want to do is twist one around my finger, preferably while she sits on my lap.
Making me want to live up to who she thinks I am.
if all men were like this and wanted to live up to who women believe in them to be.. ah! the power of women! 😍
the way Dev winked at me at the press conference.
making me seriously consider whether we’d be missed if I dragged him off to the nearest dark corner.
“As long as I made you laugh,” he says, slowly dropping his arms back down. “That’s all that matters.”
“You know he didn’t need help, right?” She regards me with a hard stare. “He just wanted to see you. And make you laugh.”
i’m BLUSHINGGGGGG
The burning passion in his gaze makes me want to push up onto my tiptoes and kiss him once more just to get him to close his eyes. He can’t look at me like that, or we’ll make choices that can’t be taken back.
my hands all over his little sister a few hours ago.
Everyone wants to suck a winner’s dick.”
little black dress that dips low in the front and shoes that can only be described as fuck-me pumps? Keeping my hands off her is going to be an impossible task—though maybe that was her aim.
I’ll save the poetry and the Hindi movie lines for when I have more time and the privacy to worship her in the way she deserves.
I want to make moves. Make decisions. Make choices that could change everything for us forever.
I’ll happily act a fool to make Willow smile. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. As far back as I can remember, I’ve played the clown so that I can watch her face light up. So I can watch those deep dimples appear like little craters in the moon. And what’s more beautiful than the moon?
dev 😍😍
I squeeze her waist, then snag one of her hands.
Her hold on me forces me down to her level, so I wrap my own arms around her narrow waist and tug her close. Willow’s embrace is fierce, as if she’s pouring every ounce of love and strength and belief she possesses into me,
All the bullshit. All the drama. All the worry. It’s gone, and all I know is her. My sunshine. My moon guiding me in the darkness. My Willow.
My hands find the generous curve of her ass in return and haul her closer, my knee slipping between her thighs and hiking the already high hem of her dress even higher. The gasp she lets out tells me she can feel every inch of me straining behind my zipper, but she stays where she is.
She lets me take it, body molded to mine, hips grinding against me, but she quickly backs off. And good thing she does, because after months without sex, there’s a strong chance I’d come right here, right now, with the way she moves against me. Crazy thing is, I’d probably still thank her for it.
I know exactly what I want—and it’s you.”
I don’t need to hide a single aspect of myself from him. He’s already seen it all. And yet he’s still here, looking at me like I’m the center of his universe.
such a beautiful reminder of over boys we are so gracious to have in our lives
When he adds a second and curls up to brush against a tender spot, my head falls back and I clutch his shoulders, trying to keep my hips from bucking. “Don’t hold back,” he insists against my neck, letting his teeth drag over my skin. “Ride my fingers.”
oh my
I do what I’m told, rocking forward on his lap.
“I need you to fuck me. Immediately.” “Willow,” he admonishes, but his grin is wicked. “Such a greedy girl, aren’t you?”
😭😭😭
When he pulls back to move to my other breast, he covers the first with his hand, saving me from the sting of the AC. It’s so considerate I could cry.
WHAT A MF MAN!!!!! bc i get cold 😭😭😭
“Greedy and impatient,” he teases, kissing his way back up my body.
After how quickly he got me off with only his fingers,
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, voice rough. “You can take it.”
holy mf—
For what, I’m not sure, but I’m whispering, “Please, please, please,” over and over again.
“Do you go to sleep at night with all these lines planned?”
Because all I really need is him.
LMAOOOOO PLS DEV
the sight of her has almost knocked me on my ass.
how easily she adapts to and appreciates this part of my world. All of it fits her beautifully, and I don’t just mean the clothes.
“Guess that means all you can do is sit there and look pretty while I wreck you.”
okay daddy dev
as I slowly push her skirt to her thighs.
“That’s my girl. Now spread your legs for me, baby.”
😭😭😭😭😭
I slip my hands up to her hips and curl my fingers around the edge of her cotton panties. I drag the soaked material down her legs. I want nothing more than to worship her pussy, to taste her like I’ve been dreaming of.
She tastes like everything that makes life worth living.
The moan that escapes her is the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard, like she’s been on edge the whole time we’ve been apart, waiting for me to touch her. And now, judging from the way her hips buck forward, she’s done being patient.
Her skin is already the most beautiful canvas; it deserves unmarred art. But I have no problem corrupting the rest of her.
OH!
She practically chants my name, begging for more, grinding against my face like a woman possessed.
LAWWDDD
