Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I lean in close and whisper, “Go to the third floor. Wait for me by the elevator. Now.”
She nods her head yes rapidly, and the fact that she doesn’t even hesitate sates my inner beast. “Okay,” she whispers back, and she lets a quiet moan out when I slide my fingers from her pussy. Jackson looks over, a combination of shock and jealousy written all over his face, and I’m one thousand percent sure he knows what’s going on under this table. I raise a brow that says can I help you?
Briar rights her dress under the table before getting up onto shaky legs, making her way to the elevator. I give it a good five minutes, daring Jackson to say a fucking word, while also keeping an eye on Dash. A pretty little thing at the bar has distracted him, so I doubt he’ll be back any time soon. I’m a piece of shit for this—for being so sneaky with my best friend’s little sister—but I’ve fought acting on my feelings since she was fourteen years old. This thing between Briar and me is like a runaway train. It can’t be stopped, and it’ll take us both straight to hell.
“Enjoy your night,” I say to Jackson, sucking the taste of Briar off my finger before wiping my hands with the linen napkin. I ball it up, drop it on his plate, and walk away. Heading into the elevator, I stab at the number three with my finger, having zero patience left. I need to be inside her. Now. The doors ping and then open. She’s waiting, biting back a nervous smile, hands twisting behind her back.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi.”
Eating up the distance between us, I take her face in my hands, kissing her hard. She moans into my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine. Both of us are too far gone to care about getting caught now. We’ve been teasing each other all night, and it’s coming to a head right here and now. Her hands grip my suit jacket as I swallow her cries of pleasure. This kiss is frantic and messy and desperate. I pull back, both of us panting.
“You let him fuck you?”
“Ash—”
“Tell. Me.”
She nods reluctantly.
“When.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand. I need to know if she fucked him after this thing between us started.
“Months ago. Before you came back.”
“Why?” Why him?
“Why?” She gives a bitter laugh. “Because you left me. Because Whitley came in bragging about hooking up with you. Because he was there and I was mad. That’s why. Was I supposed to keep waiting for you?”
“No.” Fuck. “But it doesn’t mean I’m not going to be pissed about it,” I say petulantly. Something she said isn’t adding up. “I thought you said this just happened a few months ago.”
“It did,” she says, confusion painted on her face. “Just the one time, at his party before school even ended.”
“I haven’t fucked Whitley in years.” We both stand there, soaking this information in. Whitley is a fucking liar, for one. And Briar gave up her virginity based on that lie.
Briar shakes her pretty, blonde head, walking to the balcony that overlooks the fundraiser. She rests her elbow on the bannister.
“I hate her, Ash.” Her voice is a whisper.
“I know, baby,” I say, coming up behind her, palming the outsides of her thighs. “Fuck her. Fuck all these people.”
“Ash,” she breathes my name as my left hand curves around her hip and dips underneath the thin scrap of lace. Her dress is bunched up above her ass, which is pressed right up against my crotch.
“What would they say if they saw you like this? With me?” I rub her clit and bite the shell of her ear. “They don’t know you, Briar. They think you’re a good girl, but they don’t know that you like sneaking around with me. That you like the idea of being fucked up here, right out in the open. Right underneath their noses.”
Her sharp intake of breath tells me that I’m right. And thank fuck, because I don’t know if I could wait another minute.
“We can’t.”
“We are.” I unzip my slacks enough to pull my cock out and tug her panties to the side. “Stop me.”
“I can’t,” she says, low and keening, pushing back against my bare, engorged dick.
“Because you need this just as bad as I do. You like the idea of getting caught almost as much as you like getting away with it.”
I push inside her slick pussy, giving us both what we want. What we need. Her head falls forward, but I grip the front of her neck, forcing her chin up.
“No,” she gasps as I start to fuck her harder.
“No? Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say what you want.”
“I want to be up here with you. Fucking you. So fuck me.” The dirty words coming from that pretty mouth spur me on, and I pull one of her straps down, then pinch her nipple. She sucks in a breath, and I feel her clench around me.