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Connor O’Doyle is one of those guys you see and can’t help but imagine beautiful babies with him, along with an oceanfront wedding and a mortgage. I do almost every day until he opens his mouth, and then my pretty fantasy home becomes an imaginary jail for imaginary manslaughter.
Why are all the hot guys dicks? I look down at my hand, realizing my palm is biting into the metal of a whisk. Of course I had to grab a whisk and not a knife. I would’ve even been happy with a fork so I could poke out one of his pretty blue eyes.
“Why do you smell like this?” He groans, and I go still at the question, tensing when his hot breath touches my neck as he sniffs lightly at my ear.
He laughs at that, and when I open my mouth to continue my verbal tirade, the jerk kisses me. He kisses me . . . and I melt like the basic bitch I am.
And of course I imagine just that—owning her curves, her substantial arse beneath my hands, my face buried against her skin. Her lips open on a scream as I fuck her senseless while my fingers are around her throat, making sure she shuts her fucking mouth while I do it.
“Would you like to have lunch with me?” Connor says, his lips pulling into a boyish grin that was not there a moment ago, or ever.
“Does this seem like it’s a pity fuck to you?” I take her hand and shove it at my aching dick, forcing her to feel how hard she makes me.
She swats my hand away. “This changes nothing, Connor.” Bringing my arms up on either side of her, I close her in against the maze hedge and lick along my lips seductively, her essence exploding on my tongue. “That’s where you’re wrong, cupcake. This changes everything.”
His cute brow furrows, and he pouts like he’s a puppy I’ve kicked, which doesn’t help the issue.
“I will not beg like you told me that night,” she says, her dress falling from her to give me a tantalizing view. It’s all I can do to not take her in my arms and rumble a horny growl at her. My voice is gruff and strained as I say, “From what I can tell, woman, I’m the only one here begging.”
If this vagina could speak, it would be humming the JG Wentworth jingle, except, “I need the dick, and I need it right now.”
