Tempting the Law

Her soft lips are full and demanding, and I open, giving her what she needs. I sweep my tongue past them and taste her sweetness as she moans into my mouth. She presses her body against mine, and her lush curves have me nearly cumming in my slacks.

I turn us so I’m on my knees in front of her, and her legs go around my waist. My hands roam down her thick waist and chubby thighs, and I dig my fingers in there. Her softness makes me want to mold my body to hers right this second. Her teeth bite my bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to cum.

She tastes like sweet honeysuckle, and I want to kiss her for all eternity.

“What’s happening?” she moans as I push the ridge of my cock against her. “This is insane,” she says against my lips, and I go back to kissing her.

Moving my lips down her neck, I nibble her there and feel her body shudder under mine. Tracing her delicate skin with my tongue, I thrust against her again, and she tenses.

“My sweet Cali. I’ve got you.”

Her hands go to my hair, clinging to me as I reach under her skirt. I look up into her eyes as my hand slides up her thigh, waiting for her to tell me to stop. When I reach her panties, I pull them to the side and pause, needing to hear to say she wants this, too.

“Don’t stop.” She raises her hips in invitation, and I slide my hand to her pussy. Parting her lips with my fingers, I feel how wet she is for me. “Oh, God,” she moans and lays her head back against the seat.

My mouth moves to her cleavage, popping a few of the buttons on her blouse, and I bury my face there as I rub her clit, giving her the release she needs. I’ll give her anything she wants. All she needs to do is ask. I will devote my life to waiting hand and foot on her if that’s what she desires. She is mine to protect and to cherish, always.

As I rub circles around her clit, her moans get louder and louder. I love that she’s making so much noise. I want the whole goddamn city to know she’s getting off and I’m the one doing it.

Her legs start to shake under me, and I feel her pussy clenching as I rub her to an orgasm.

Her body shudders, and she shouts her release while gripping me to her and saying my name.

“Flynn!”

Her sexy sounds and lush body are too much. There’s an ache in me that I’ve never felt before, but somehow I manage not to cum on myself, instead concentrating on giving her the best orgasm of her life. I want to be the best she’s ever had, and I’m going to prove that to her. Make it so she craves me like I crave her.

I sweetly pet her pussy as she comes down from her peak, and I place soft kisses up her neck and to her lips.

When she’s completely wrung out, I take my hand away from her heat and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her pussy. The flavor hits my lips, and I can’t help but close my eyes and moan, savoring the flavor of her.

When I open them again, she’s staring at me, a blush on her cheeks.

“Fucking delicious,” I say, leaning in and kissing her so that she can taste it for herself. I want to rip her panties off her body and plant my face between her thick thighs, eating up what’s left of her orgasm.

Pulling away, I look down at her soft green eyes and stroke her cheek. “My God, you are beautiful.”

“What are we doing?” She smiles up at me, touching my face just as gently as we hold one another.

“Falling in love.”

Chapter Nine

Cali

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and I don’t want to look back. I want to chase him and get lost in this man.

I sit in a very formal dining room as I wait for Flynn to come back. It was adorable how he didn’t want to leave my side when some woman named Sally wanted to talk to him in private. She seemed to find it equally amusing. I had to promise that my ass wouldn’t move from this chair as she half-dragged him out of the room by his arm. It was almost like he thought I might up and disappear.

I’m not going anywhere. I don’t know what’s happening here between us, but I know it’s something. I want it, and I’m jumping in head first. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when Flynn said we were falling in love. It’s crazy. I’ve only known this man for hours. But another part of me knows he’s right. It’s the only way to explain these feelings I’m having.

Just as crazy is this house I’m in. I don’t think you could even call it a house. It’s way up in the Hollywood Hills where only the elite live. I’ve been in rich homes before for photo shoots and parties for new campaigns. But those houses were nothing like this one. Those houses were rich, owned by actors or directors. This is a house of wealth. A person who cuts the checks for actors and directors. A person who really pulls the strings.

Flynn pulled me from the car before I could really get a good look, swooping me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and carrying me into the house. I tried to protest that I could walk, but he said he was worried my heels would catch on the stone driveway. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. I hadn’t learned to walk yesterday, and I lived in heels. There wasn’t a thing I couldn’t do in them, except maybe run. And I don’t run.

He’d carried me through the house straight into the dining room where he deposited me in this very chair, then started going at my mouth again like he was starved for me. Like he hadn’t just kissed me minutes before in the back of his car. It seemed like his hunger for me was growing, and that hunger made me feel like some kind of goddess. It was empowering and intoxicating. It was like he lived and breathed for me. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">