Chandler: A Standalone Contemporary Romance by Laurelin Paige Read Free Book Online Page B

sexually assault Genevieve Fasbender in my brother’s closet? With her father right outside ?
    There are a thousand ways that this could not be cool. At all.
    And yet I haven’t let go of her. My hand still covers her mouth. I’m still pressed up close to her. So close that I don’t miss that she’s not bothered by what I said in the least. Her breath quickens and she peers up at me, her stare intense, wanting, and I swear, I can smell arousal mingling with the scent of her perfume.
    “What more can we do to prove good faith?” Edward asks, and I know my brother well enough to guess that he’s going to spell it all out for him.
    Which means we have some time.
    So…should I?
    I move my hand off Genevieve’s mouth and trail a single finger over her chin, down the slope of her neck. Her pulse trips as my touch grazes across her skin. In response, she arches her neck, swallows, then runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and maybe this is how bad people convince themselves they’re not doing anything wrong, but I’m as sure as the hard-on below my belt that she wants this.
    Whatever this is. Whatever it’s turning into.
    Right now I’m just…exploring. Going by instinct. Figuring out what she will and won’t let me get away with.
    Watching carefully for any sign of rejection, I continue the pathway down her body. She leans into my palm as I slide over the curve of her breast, and it’s tempting to stop and spend some time here.
    But I’m still a little pissed at her.
    I feasted on her tits the last time we were together, and she compared my moves to bad pizza. Like hell she’s getting that kind of attention this time.
    Instead, I capture the bud of her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinch.
    Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp. Not the kind of gasp that says, No or Stop . The kind of gasp that says, More .
    If I had any doubt, it’s erased when a single whisper of a word spills from her lips. “Please.”
    Permission granted . Score!
    Without further hesitation, my hand slides under the waistband of her pants and inside the silky material of her panties. She’s soaked.
    Jesus, I thought I couldn’t get any harder. I was so goddamn wrong. I’m tempted to pull out my cock and make her play with it. I’m eager for her hands to wrap around the length of my shaft, dying for her to tug and stroke—
    But there’s not enough room in here to do it the way I’d like her to, the way I need it—with her mouth on me. She’d be on her knees, and I wouldn’t be able to see her face. The slats in the door don’t go that far down. When she sucks me, I’m going to need to watch every detail.
    Notice I said when , not if . Considering the current turn of events—i.e., my fingers fondling her pussy—I’m optimistic that a blowjob could be brought to the table for negotiation.
    Not right now. Later.
    Right now, I’m much more wrapped up in what else I can do to her. Wrapped up in what it will feel like when I do it.
    She spreads her legs, granting me better access. It’s a total green light. I quit my hesitating and press the pad of my thumb to her clit. She’s so swollen—I can imagine how sensitive it must be. How hard it must be not to cry out as I touch her.
    Suddenly I’m greedy to have her do just that. Never mind that we’re trying not to get caught. That fact just makes me all the more intent.
    I rub against her again, increasing my pressure ever so slightly. When her eyes glaze and she bites her lip, I double my efforts, stretching my hand so that I can slide a finger inside her without breaking the contact I have with her nub.
    This does the trick. She lets out the softest whimper, barely audible, but it’s enough.
    With my free hand, I press her mouth into the curve of my shoulder and whisper gruffly into her ear. “If you make another sound, I’ll stop.”
    She quiets instantly.
    It’s fucking hot how quickly she responds. She believes me. Believes that I will stop and is