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Honestly, I wrote this book for myself. For the girl who never quite knew what she wanted to do with her life, and for the woman who figured it out.
“If these were your last few moments on earth, would you go happy?”
“Welcome to the wild side, Princess.”
“Careful. Your dad told me to keep my hands off you.” “Yeah, well, he didn’t tell me to keep my hands off you
“It’s alright. I like it when a woman knows what she wants and just asks for it.”
Pretty sure the throbbing between my legs means I’m a buckle bunny now.
He sees my attention shift, and he dangles a carrot into my line of vision, thinking he’ll make me lose focus. The problem is, I’m not all that into carrots these days. I’m favoring whiskey and leather.
“Are you hiding because your sister is a grade A bitch or because I now know that I’m your teenaged spank bank fodder?”
“Rather than kissing your magazine pages, you can try out the real thing.”
“You want me to lick whipped cream off you, Princess?” Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip as her eyes peruse my body in the hungriest way. “Yeah. I think I do.”
“You know what I’m sick of, Summer?” His hand comes to my throat, fluttering over the skin so gently that I arch toward him to increase the pressure. “What’s that?” “Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
“Having to spend all day, every day, with you and this smart mouth . . .” His spare hand yanks the can of whipping cream from my sweaty grip. He holds it up, hitting me with the most sinful grin. “And not being able to use it the way I want to. To fill it the way I want to.”
“Good girl. You wish that was my cum, don’t you?”
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
reach for the lace underwear and drag them down her legs. If this is going to be her first time riding a man’s face, it’s going to be good. And there aren’t going to be any fancy panties in the way.
“Because if this were my last moment on earth, that’s how I’d want to go.” I thrust in hard now, watching her body shake with the force, hearing her curse. “Head between these pretty little thighs, your pussy on my tongue.”
With him finally hovering over me, I reach between us to grip his thick cock. And it is thick. “Jesus. I’m going to pay for this tomorrow, aren’t I?” Rhett smirks. “If you’re not walking bow-legged tomorrow, I won’t have done my job tonight.”
I raise off Rhett’s face, suddenly worried I might suffocate him, but when I stare down, all I see is victory in his eyes and my wetness shining on his beard as he licks at his lips. It’s lewd. And I love
“He’s the breed that’s man enough to eat pussy.”
“You look like you were born to take my cock.”
“I’m against hitting women myself, but I fully support you decking your sister.”
“Okay, fine.” He steps in close, tipping my chin up, thumb taking one swipe just beneath my lower lip. “But I want to make one thing clear. I am not possessive. I am protective. And I’ll never stop protecting you. I’d hit that fucker again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping him from talking to you that way.”
